Chen Yuncheng's tone was a little irritable, "Speak."

Zhou Yan still lowered his head and said softly, "I want to make money to operate on my son."

Chen Yuncheng looked at him and asked, "Did Zhang Wenyong give you money? What did he ask you to do for him?"

Zhou Yan was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "Brother Cheng, don't ask, just pretend you don't know, okay?"

"What's the matter?" Chen Yuncheng repeated in a serious tone.

Zhou Yan slowly shook his head.

Chen Yuncheng said, "You have been with Zhang Wenyong for a long time. Don't you know what kind of person he is? Is his money so easy to get?"

Zhou Yan raised his hand and rubbed his face hard, "I know, but what can I do? That's my son, I can't watch him die!" He paused briefly, and his tone became slightly excited, "I I even discussed with Jia Jia, or I will die and have another one in the future, but I can't, I can't do it."

As he spoke, he crouched down on the side of the road, covering his face with his hands as if to hide his intense emotions.

Chen Yuncheng looked down at him: "Try to borrow it from someone else."

Zhou Yan looked up and looked at him, "Brother Cheng, you lent me all your 30,000 yuan. Who else can I borrow it from? People like us know that they have lent it to me, and I can't afford it."

Chen Yuncheng stood quietly for a while, "So Zhang Wenyong gave you money and asked you to help him?"

Zhou Yan pursed his lips, "Brother Cheng, if I don't tell you, you don't know. I know that the policeman surnamed Long often comes to harass you. I don't want to make things difficult for you in the future."

"Paper can't wrap fire," Chen Yuncheng bent down and put a hand on Zhou Yan's shoulder, "Someday something will happen."

Zhou Yan said, "Then I will also treat my son's illness first."

When Chen Yuncheng was about to speak again, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed two tall figures walking towards them along the side of the road.

He looked up subconsciously, and by the light of the street lamp, he could see clearly the faces of the two people, who were the two X people that Long Zhanyu asked him to help pay attention to.

Zhou Yan also noticed it, he stood up from the ground and looked at the two people as well.

At this time, there happened to be a table of eight or nine guests who came down from the second floor after dinner. These middle-aged men were all drunk, and they were making loud noises while going down the stairs.

Chen Yuncheng pretended to be attracted, and while holding Zhou Yan's arm and pushing it away two steps, he looked at the group of middle-aged people.

Obviously, these people still have nothing to do, and they are still talking to each other in groups on the side of the road. Some people are calling for a chauffeur, and some people are calling for taxis by the roadside.

The two X people approached, and stopped between Chen Yuncheng and Zhou Yan with this group of middle-aged people.

One of them shouted in broken Chinese, "Is he upstairs?"

Chen Yuncheng saw Zhou Yanchong nodded to the other side.

The two X people didn't notice Chen Yuncheng, including the tall young man who had seen him in the bar, and they didn't seem to recognize Chen Yuncheng. After getting Zhou Yan's answer, the two walked towards the stairs.

In the noisy voices beside him, Zhou Yan said to Chen Yuncheng, "Brother Cheng, I have to go back."

Chen Yuncheng didn't ask about the two X people, but just said, "Are you going back to Zhang Wenyong?"

Zhou Yan nodded, "It's getting late, you go back first, and I'll call a taxi for you." After that, he raised his hand to call for a taxi passing by on the road.

Chen Yuncheng pressed his arm, "No need, I can go back myself."

Zhou Yan was silent for a while, and then said, "Guan Anlin came out, he won't trouble you, right?"

Chen Yuncheng shook his head, "Don't worry about me, I hope you will think about your business again."

Zhou Yan didn't answer, but said, "Then I'll go up first." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

Chen Yuncheng watched him leave until his back disappeared, then turned around and walked along the road alone, walking towards the bus stop in front.

There were very few bus passengers at this time. After getting on the bus, Chen Yuncheng easily found a seat. He sat down, feeling a little complicated, and took out his mobile phone from his jacket pocket.

Chen Yuncheng subconsciously found Long Zhanyu's mobile phone number, but he didn't press the dial button for a long time. Finally, he logged out and found an account on WeChat that he hadn't contacted for a long time.

This person actually had dinner with him at Fuxianglou just now, but apart from the greeting when they met, the two never talked again.

Chen Yuncheng sent him a WeChat message: "Can you help me get Guan Anlin's phone number?"

The other party never replied.

It wasn't until Chen Yuncheng returned to his small shop and simply took a bath and lay on the bed that the other party replied with a mobile phone number, followed by another message: "Brother Cheng, don't say I told you."

Chen Yuncheng was a little amused and replied, "No problem, thank you." After that, he saved the phone number.

Looking at the time, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and Chen Yuncheng dialed Guan Anlin's mobile number.

The phone rang several times before Guan Anlin picked it up, and said "hello" indifferently.

Chen Yuncheng said, "I am Chen Yuncheng."

The phone was hung up immediately.

Chen Yuncheng listened to the busy tone in the receiver, took off the phone, glanced at their brief chat history, and then wrote a text message and sent it: "An Lin, let's meet and talk when we have time, just the two of us."

Guan Anlin never replied to him, and Chen Yuncheng was not surprised. He threw away his phone and pulled up the quilt, covering most of his face with only his eyes exposed. He sighed secretly and closed his eyes to sleep.

Chen Yuncheng didn't call Long Zhanyu, he wanted to go to the hospital again to visit Zhou Yan's son.

Chen Yuncheng still brought a carton of milk, and worked hard to collect a thousand yuan in cash. He knew that this amount of money would have no effect on Zhou Yan, but he really had no money.