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 squinted his eyes, eyeing the big G in front of him. After so many years, this was the first time he'd seen anyone find it.,"I can't get in touch with him. I've been calling him for three years, but all calls go unanswered."。