The sixth man left, and that guy put down the bottle in his hand, looked at Yang Fan: "Are you looking for a guide?"
Yang Fan glanced at him: "What do you need?"
"I am the guide." The man pointed at himself to promote.
"What's your surname?"
"My name is Yang Dongshan, what about you?"
Yang Fan smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up, forming a clear arc: "We're family then; my surname is Yang too."
"Hehe, what a coincidence. Let me tell you, I am the guide, the most famous and powerful guide within hundreds of kilometers around Beiming Mountain. Why bother with that wimp Lao Liu; he's useless. Since you're willing to pay so much, let me be your guide."
Yang Fan's sharp eyes looked at the restaurant boss not far from here, who had been sneaking glances over here, just like when eating earlier.
Yang Fan understood; this guy named Yang Dongshan knows he's willing to pay so much to hire Lao Liu, clearly because the boss leaked the information; they are together.
