Li Zhenhua looked at the phone and thought to himself.
Liu Xiaodong found a number on his phone and directly dialed it.
The joy in Liu Xiaodong's mind made him forget the pain of being woken up. His call was connected at the last moment.
"Brother Guo, let me tell you something. Didn't you want to have fun at the forging competition?
'I've found a good blacksmith for you. He wants to participate in this. After much persuasion, I finally got him to agree.'
Where are you now? I'll pick you up. Let's go directly to his place to take a look later. I'll let you know. This person is very knowledgeable in materials science."
Liu Xiaodong told him everything as soon as the call went through. He even praised Li Zhenhua to the point that he was very accomplished in materials.
The person who picked up Liu Xiaodong's call did not even have time to speak before Liu Xiaodong said a series of words.
He was originally very angry, but after hearing what Liu Xiaodong said, he forgot the uncomfortable feeling of being disturbed.
"President Liu, is this person you're talking about far from our county city? Let me make it clear first. My range of activity is not restricted.
As long as I don't leave the county, everything is fine. But if I go to another county, we'll have to settle the matter of you disturbing my sleep."
The person who was woken up by Liu Xiaodong was temporarily suppressed by what he said.
However, if Liu Xiaodong did not give him a satisfactory answer, Liu Xiaodong's business would probably be affected.
"Brother Guo, let me tell you. This person is my childhood friend. He's in a town below the county. His family's blacksmith shop is old.
"I used to play there a lot when I was young. When I was young, I even heard that their family was running a famous blacksmith back then."
Liu Xiaodong introduced Li Zhenhua's specific information to someone on the phone. The person on the other end of the phone became happier as he listened.
Then, he thought of the rich second-generation heir he met at the Armored Fighting Club in Jinling.
He held a knife made by the third place master of the Forging Competition and showed off to him.
'Hmph, I won't argue with you this time. Didn't you hire master second-runner up to forge knives for you?'
This time, Grandpa will play something more high-end than you. I'll build it myself. When the time comes, I'll be participating in the forging competition. Let's see how you can show off in front of me.'
From Liu Xiaodong's words, this rich second-generation heir surnamed Guo thought of the plot of his posturing in Dalian.
"Brother Guo, are you still listening? Do you want to go? If you don't, I'll publish a novel with me. He's also anxious to find someone to help."
Liu Xiaodong heard no response from the other end of the phone again and immediately urged this rich second-generation heir.
"Why are you in a hurry to find someone? Is there something wrong?" The rich second-generation heir did not let Liu Xiaodong's urging disrupt his thoughts. Instead, he grabbed onto a key point and asked Liu Xiaodong.
"Oh, that. Isn't he participating in the forging competition? He lacks an assistant who can record the entire process, so I called Brother Guo to see if he's interested."
Listening to Liu Xiaodong's explanation, this person also knew why there was this call. It turned out that there was a photographer missing.
He was a professional photographer. Then, he thought of the equipment he had bought to play with photography. It was said that dabbing in photography would make one poor for three generations. If not for his rich family background, he would have become a poor third generation.
"Brother Liu, where are you? I'll look for you now. I'm really interested in this. Let me tell you, I'll be the photographer," the rich second-generation heir said anxiously to Liu Xiaodong.
His previous morning temper had disappeared at this moment, and he couldn't care less about it.
He was still getting dressed as he spoke on the phone. He grabbed the keys to the motorcycle on the table and ran out of the house.
The tall man, who was more than 1.8 meters tall, left the room and rode on a small monkey. He rode towards the place Liu Xiaodong told him about.
A huge figure riding a stunted motorcycle. The scene was extremely comical.
It was impossible for such a rich second-generation heir to ride such a small motorcycle. He had to start at 250 yuan. However, his father restricted him from riding a motorcycle. This small motorcycle was his father's compromise with him.
Just as this person was rushing towards Liu Xiaodong, Liu Xiaodong called Li Zhenhua again.
"Brother Hua, I've found a photographer for you. I don't know how good this person's skills are, but I know that he must be a fan of equipment. We'll meet up later. After that, we'll look for you."
Liu Xiaodong called. Hearing what he said, Li Zhenhua could roughly guess who Liu Xiaodong was looking for.
"Fatty, let me make this clear. If this person can't do it, I'll have to change him. Even if he can't become a photographer, I'll keep him here. I won't make it too difficult for you."
Li Zhenhua was afraid of delaying his matters, so he instructed Liu Xiaodong in advance.
"Brother Hua, don't worry. You make the decision. I'll hang up first. I think I heard someone coming," Liu Xiaodong said simply before hanging up.
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Li Zhenhua felt that it was unreliable.
On Liu Xiaodong's side, after hanging up Li Zhenhua's call, he started to get up and wash up. He didn't want the other party to really come while he wasn't up yet.
Just as Liu Xiaodong finished wiping his face, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw Guo Shugui's name on it.
"Brother Guo? You're here? Okay, I'll go down now." Liu Xiaodong hung up the phone and carefully left the house.
He saw a place lit up when he arrived downstairs. He suddenly felt that his worldview had been overturned when he got close.
Liu Xiaodong, who was already very familiar with Guo Shugui, circled him a few times seriously.
After that, he said to Guo Shugui, "Young Master Guo, what are you wearing?!"
After saying that, Liu Xiaodong touched the front of the motorcycle with a sympathetic look. "It's been hard on you, child."
"If you taunt me again, be careful of your family's business. I'll do it for someone else. If you didn't call so early, I wouldn't have ridden the little monkey to find you."
Guo Shugui said to Liu Xiaodong with an indignant expression. There was even a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"How did you, the son of one of the top land producers in the country, end up in such a state?"
"My father said that I can't ride a bike when I go out. I can only take a car, and he doesn't let me drive it myself. I went through so much to get this little monkey."
Guo Shugui helplessly told Liu Xiaodong his reason. He was not embarrassed at all.
"You're really pitiful. You're not even allowed to drive a car. Tell me, how did you become a top-notch rich second-generation heir? Look at how the principal lives."
"Don't do this. Drive your car out," Guo Shugui said to Liu Xiaodong, but the fat Liu Xiaodong refused to move.
"Don't even think about my car. I drank yesterday and I can't drive now. Why don't you drive? I'll give you the key."
Liu Xiaodong handed the car keys to Guo Shugui, but he did not take them.
"I wouldn't dare drive. If I did, my father could be in the county by afternoon and break my legs."