Shopkeeper Li and the middle-aged man followed the crowd to the square of Hangzhou Railway Station. Shopkeeper Li raised his hand to stop a taxi, while the middle-aged man went to the rickshaw stop nearby and called a rickshaw, and the two went their separate ways.
An hour later, a rickshaw carrying a middle-aged man arrived and stopped in front of Xima Bridge on Wulinmen Street. However, this rickshaw was not the one the middle-aged man had hailed at Hangzhou Railway Station.
"Boss, we're here!" the rickshaw driver shouted to the middle-aged man sitting on the rickshaw, "This is Xima Bridge!"
"Okay, thank you, master!" The middle-aged man got out of the car, paid the fare, looked around with his suitcase in hand, then stepped onto Xima Bridge and walked to the other end.
After coming down from Xima Bridge and walking about fifty meters forward, the sign of Li Ji Chinese Medicine Shop came into the eyes of the middle-aged man.
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