About half an hour later, the phone rang, and the old man picked it up, then happily handed it to Qin Yize.
After listening to the other party, Qin Yize said in a deep voice, "Okay, I got it, I'll treat you to hot pot at Lao Liu Square another day."
A rough voice faintly transmitted through the phone, "Young Master Qin, you are too polite, it should be me treating you."
"I have other matters, we'll talk another day."
"Young Master Qin," the other party said urgently, "Do you need me to send some people to help you?"
"No need." After saying that, Qin Yize hung up the phone.
He gave the old man ten yuan and strode toward the roadside.
"Young man, wait a moment, I haven't given you your change yet..." the old man called out as he poked his head out.
Unfortunately, before he had finished speaking, Qin Yize had already got into a taxi and then disappeared in the traffic.
About an hour later, a military jeep sped toward the northern suburbs of the Imperial Capital.