This is the border of China. If it's not sightseeing, it's business negotiation...
"Do you know Wen Yatun?" Fang Mu asked quietly, looking out the window.
When Mo Guangning heard this, his expression changed and he was a little surprised, but he still nodded. “You know, this is my city.”
Hearing the tour guide's words, Fang Mu quickly turned around, looked at the other person, and said, "Then do you know Nongshan?"
"Nongshan..." Mo Guangning frowned with anxiety and worry in his eyes, and muttered, "Boss, do you want to go here? There's nothing interesting there."
Mo Guangning suddenly regretted taking this order. He expected that his employer wasn't here for a trip or for "business negotiations", but...
“I know, I’ve heard a few things.” Fan Mu nodded. The guide seemed to think this place was taboo, and his attitude seemed to be a bit heavy. He didn't continue asking questions for now, remaining silent.
It was during dinner that Juan Mu kept asking at the table, "How much does Brother Mo know about Nongshan?"
Mo Guangning, who was happily cooking and forgetting her worries, suddenly froze, as if she had lost the taste of delicious food. But he remained professional and patiently answered, "Mount Nun is our local mountain." Mount Yellen is associated with our local belief in the culture of divine sacrifice. In ancient times, we would enter the mountain every fourth month of the lunar calendar, open an altar on top of the mountain, and perform rituals to worship the gods. However, since the altar on the mountain was destroyed, it has bee less popular. Many more people have e to this mountain...
His mouth was a little dry as he spoke. He chewed a little, as if to suppress the fear rising in his stomach, and continued. "There's definitely something wrong with this mountain."
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