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Everyone arrived at the checkpoint and poured all the remaining gas from their jerry cans into their fuel tanks to fill them up.

After a brief registration at the checkpoint, seeing that it wasn't too late, they continued driving toward Yutian County.

"Tonight we can finally get a good night's sleep~" Meng Qianyu said happily.

"Yeah, take a shower and have a beautiful sleep. I haven't showered in days, I feel like I'm going to mold~" Su Qingci said with a face full of anticipation.

"No problem. Later when we get to the county, we'll find a comfortable hotel, then go have a good meal. After eating, we'll head back to the hotel to rest and recharge. Tomorrow, we'll go to Hetian City and catch a flight home~"

Hearing Su Yang's words, everyone's happiness was visible to the naked eye.

Actually, the time they spent on this trip wasn't that long. If they had just crossed the no-man's land normally, it wouldn't have been too tiring.

The exhausting part was the last two or three days traversing the Keriya ancient road.

These past few days were more tiring than the previous ten days combined. Moreover, the journey was fraught with danger—from fighting off wolves to brake failures. Except when sleeping at night, everyone's minds were basically kept highly concentrated.

One could imagine how dangerous it would be for a single person in a single car to traverse the Keriya ancient road. Naturally, it was not recommended for anyone to attempt it alone.

At the very least, there should be two or three cars of people, so if any accidents happened, there would be someone to help.

At five in the afternoon, they drove north along the Keriya River. An hour and a half later, the three cars arrived in Yutian County.

Yutian County is under the jurisdiction of the Hetian Prefecture in Xinjiang Province. Upon arriving here, the surrounding local customs and practices were different from those in Tibet and Sichuan.

Many people on the streets wore embroidered caps, and their attire had a strong local Xinjiang flavor.

Seeing this scene, Su Yang unconsciously thought of the recently viral car reviewer "Nang Yan Wen": "V8 brothers, V8! Real men drive V8s, only sinkos drive electric cars~"

Of course, this was just a joke; electric cars nowadays are still very awesome.

They found a parking spot on the side of the street and stopped. Although it was already 6:40 in the evening, the sky in Xinjiang was still very blue, and the sun showed no signs of setting.

Outside the car window, it looked like it was only two or three in the afternoon.

Everyone got out of the cars to stretch their limbs. Su Yang took out his phone to book a hotel, but as soon as he opened it, he saw all kinds of unread messages.

It wasn't just him; it was the same for the others. After all, they had no signal in the no-man's land, effectively isolating themselves from the world for two or three days.

Su Yang didn't see any messages from his parents. He ignored the messages from others for the time being, deciding to book the hotel first.

Soon, he booked a Marriott Hotel located in the central area of the county.

Just as he finished booking, Meng Wenzhou walked over. "Old Su, did you check the group messages?"

"What group?"

"That premium member group Qin He set up."

"Haven't looked yet, what's up?"

"He asked in the group if we were back yet. He said he wants to throw a supercar party in Haicheng to celebrate us joining his club."

Su Yang asked, "Throwing it in Haicheng? Isn't his club in Hangcheng?"

"Yeah, I asked the same thing. But he said this would be more convenient for us. They plan to ship their cars to Haicheng in the next couple of days, and then asked when we would be free."

"Sure. Let me think. We head back tomorrow, and we'll definitely need to rest the day after. How about the day after that? What do you think?"

"No problem, I'll let him know."

"OK~"

After Meng Wenzhou replied to the message, everyone got into their filthy, battered luxury cars and drove toward the hotel Su Yang had booked.

After arriving at the hotel, checking in, and taking some clean clothes to their rooms, they finally set out with rumbling stomachs to find some good food in the county town.

For the past couple of days in the no-man's land, they had been eating either instant noodles or self-heating hot pots. Those things were fine once or twice, but eating them for two or three days straight was a bit unbearable.

Now that they were in Xinjiang, they definitely had to get some local specialties like big plate chicken, lamb skewers, and hand-grabbed rice.

The group wandered around the county for about half an hour and eventually chose a local specialty restaurant that looked pretty good.

To celebrate successfully traversing the Keriya ancient road, Meng Wenzhou ordered seventeen or eighteen dishes, along with a few bottles of baijiu.

Inside the private room, all the dishes were served. Everyone raised their glasses for a toast and then buried their heads in their food.

"Mmm, delicious!"

"These lamb skewers are great, I want another plate," Meng Qianyu said, looking at Meng Wenzhou.

"Finish what you have first. There are still so many dishes, don't let your eyes be bigger than your stomach."

"I'll finish these skewers in two bites."

"Eat first. As if I don't know you."

"Hmph, stingy."

"Brother Yang, come on, I must toast you. If it weren't for you today, Xiao Ji'er and I probably wouldn't be eating this meal."

Liu Bo raised his glass to Su Yang.

Before Su Yang could speak, Ji Bo also hurriedly picked up his glass and ran to Su Yang's side. "Right, right, right, I also want to toast Brother Yang. You are my second parent!"

Su Yang smiled helplessly. "What are you guys talking about? Don't be so polite with me. Let's just drink, no need for toasts."

"No, no, we must toast you, my good brother!"

...

At 9:30 PM, the lively and delicious dinner ended. Full and satisfied, everyone returned to the hotel to rest.

After Su Yang and Pan Ning entered their room, they immediately ran into the bathroom and took a comfortable shower.

After showering, Su Yang leaned on the sofa playing with his phone, while Pan Ning lay on the bed applying a face mask.

At this time, their group chat became lively.

Meng Wenzhou @everyone: What time are we heading to Hetian tomorrow?

Meng Qianyu: Let's make it early, seven or eight.

Liu Bo: Isn't that too early? I want to sleep in.

Meng Qianyu: I want to get back early~

Zhang Ziming: How about we leave at nine? Not too early, not too late.

Meng Qianyu: Alright then~

Meng Wenzhou: Leaving at nine, right? Okay, then I'll book the 12 o'clock flight.

Meng Qianyu: Okay~ How far is it from here? Will we miss it?

Meng Wenzhou: It's highway all the way from here. We can get there in two hours, so a 12 o'clock flight is just right.

Su Qingci: What about your cars?

Meng Wenzhou: We'll just ship them~ I'll handle that.

Liu Bo: Going out with Brother Meng is the best, we don't have to worry about a thing~

Chu Qiunan: Is it a direct flight to Haicheng?

Meng Wenzhou: No, Hetian Airport doesn't have direct flights to Haicheng yet. We have to fly to Rongcheng first and then transfer.

Chu Qiunan: That works~

Meng Wenzhou: @Chu Qiunan @Gao Yue, by the way, do you two need tickets booked? You don't seem to live in Haicheng permanently, and if I remember correctly, Xiao Gao isn't from Haicheng either, right?

Chu Qiunan: Didn't Qin He say he was coming to Haicheng to see us? I'll head back to Haicheng with you guys first, and Yueyue will do the same~

Meng Wenzhou: [Eating melon] Alright then, I'll book them together~

Chu Qiunan: Thanks, boss~

Gao Yue: Thank you, Brother Meng~

Meng Wenzhou: You're welcome~ Then it's settled. Everyone rest early tonight, and we'll leave right at nine tomorrow~

Others: Received.

After reading the chat, Su Yang switched to TikTok and scrolled for a while. Once Pan Ning finished her face mask and washed her face, he bounded onto the bed in a single leap.

Pan Ning stared at Su Yang and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing much, I just want to discuss something with you~"

"What is it?"

"Let's turn off the lights first~"

Pan Ning rolled her eyes at Su Yang. Before she could even say a word, Su Yang quickly flicked off the lights, pulled her into his arms, threw back the covers, and slipped into bed with her to discuss those important matters.

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