On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,Hu Yang instantly opened his eyes and quickly dialed a phone call.,Hearing this, the person glanced at Hu Yang's dilapidated house and asked, "Is Mr. Hu here"。