Balcony hanging chair. Half lie down, make tea and enjoy the snow.
This is the current state of the Tang Dynasty.
Well, just like someone complained, he has resumed his daily life like a little old man, just like he did a few days ago when he was basking in the warm winter sun. The only difference is that there is a floor-to-ceiling window. It’s not that he can’t open it, it’s just a bit cold.
It cannot affect the recovery of the injury. In fact, cold is the smell of snowflakes. After all, sitting indoors with sufficient heating to enjoy the scenery is a bit less soulful. But unfortunately, the potted plants around can't stand the cold, so they have to close them.
It's time to go back...
It took nearly a week to come out, and it was not much different from the previous plan, and the operation was quite smooth. After assassinating most of the senior officials, Banshanjin is currently in an infinite state of paralysis, and is far away from destruction and the reorganization of new forces.
The only question left is how long it will take to rise.
The only person who can be called a hidden danger may be a person named Zheng Dazhu. His name is very rustic, but he is the only remaining high-level member of Banshanjin. He holds the position of vice president and is also an antique-level killer who was active in the last century. Of course, now
He probably had a hard time holding the gun, but his sense of smell was pretty good. He probably sensed danger and had not attended the hotel meeting before, so he was lucky enough to escape.
However, it's just a lost dog, and it can't make a difference. As long as it's still in South Korea, it's only a matter of time before it's dug out. In fact, there are already clues, so just wait... I hope it won't take too long.
Click, the sound of the door lock turning.
"I'm back." In the pleasant voice, at the entrance, there was Yin Zhuxian carrying a few plastic bags. While taking off his mask and changing shoes, he naturally raised his head and looked towards the balcony. As expected, he met Tang Chao who was lying on the hanging chair.
They looked at each other, wrinkled their noses playfully, and complained: "Can you change the place and the state? I feel like I can see what you will look like decades from now!"
Tang Chao smiled and shrugged: "Since the negotiation failed, it would be nice to have a balcony besides the sofa."
This was naturally a joke. Yin Zhuxian also waved his threatening fist, and then he probably thought of the previous botched negotiation and couldn't help but laugh.
"Ha...Okay, come here and help me get my things, I'm so heavy."
Tang Chao got up and walked over. Looking at the big bags of vegetables, fruits and meat, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Did you really go shopping?"
"Of course, I've agreed to cook, and I want you to see that we don't only have kimchi in South Korea!"
Lifting his chin and putting his hands on his hips, Yin Zhuxian looked very imposing. Tang Chao shook his head and smiled, "Okay, I'll give you a hand."
Well, it seems that their relationship has taken another step forward...
Not to mention the first kidnappers and hostages, that has long been a thing of the past. The subsequent temporary cohabitation with strange roommates also seems to have become outdated a few days ago. Now their relationship is more like acquaintances and friends, and it even seems to be going further.
appearance.
Anyway, Tang Chao only felt that in the past two days, if Yin Zhuxian didn't still have a job, and it was really difficult to be idle in a career like celebrity, then he might be driven crazy by the other party.
Similar to the bottom-out effect, after accepting his identity as a killer, Yin Zhuxian's strong curiosity was completely unbearable. All kinds of weird, messy, and tricky questions made Tang Chao
They all had the illusion that he was a fake killer...
Of course, it’s not just these, other things such as music, food, cities, movies and TV series, etc. In short, just like acquaintances, they will chat about whatever comes to mind. Usually Yin Zhuxian is talking, Tang Chao is listening, and then gives some points
Evaluation, including his impressions of this boring country when he first arrived. As a native, Yin Zhuxian naturally couldn't bear it, so he now has the scene of cooking in person to let the foreign bumpkin Tang Chao see it...
Putting on the cooking apron, Yin Zhuxian walked around in circles a few more times, looking in a good mood. Then, with his hands behind his back, he quietly walked to Tang Chao, who was chopping vegetables, like a chef, and looked at the evenly sliced melons.
Guo nodded in recognition: "Well, my knife skills are not bad."
Tang Chao didn't even raise his head: "Professional needs...what is this?" A long card appeared in front of him, with a pattern printed in Korean, which looked quite formal.
"Ticket to the TV station." Yin Zhuxian smiled like a flower, "My song Speak Now will be recorded on the show tomorrow afternoon. You have to cheer me on in the audience."
Tang Chao turned his head and thought for a moment: "A TV station? It's not very convenient because there are so many people and so many eyes..."
"You are a professional killer!" Yin Zhuxian's pure eyes widened when he heard this, and he pouted unhappy, "You are disguised and disguised, how can it be inconvenient?"
"It's risky, but..." Tang Chao nodded reluctantly, as if he had made a very difficult decision, "Since you sincerely invited me, I will reluctantly go and have a look when the time comes."
"Haha, that's pretty much it. Well, if you're really in trouble then don't go in, safety first... No, are you kidding me again?"
"How is that possible? I just said that your reflex arc is a little longer."
"Oh... hmm? You are just playing tricks on me! Let you play with me, let you play with me..."
After a lot of laughter and hard work, the food was finally served to the table one after another. It was very rich and contained seven or eight plates.
There are both hot and cold dishes, which is basically the eating habit here in South Korea, which is mainly mixed with miso soup and vegetables. Except for a fruit platter, the rest are all made by Yoon Zhuxian. The taste is not bad, but on the light side. You can tell that it is
If you are careful, you may have checked the information beforehand. Many of them are foods that nourish blood and nourish the body.
Yin Zhuxian ate very little herself. According to her, it was for the same professional needs and to keep in shape. After moving her chopsticks a few times, she smiled and saw that most of it fell into Tang Chao's stomach, looking very proud and satisfied.
After dinner, there was no too much fun. There was a performance tomorrow. After watching a more literary movie, Yin Zhuxian went upstairs to rest.
At nightfall, Tang Chao silently sat up from the sofa and walked onto the balcony with his vibrating cell phone.
"Hello, Mr. Park, good evening."
The old voice said, "Good evening, Mr. Ghost, or should I call you Mr. Eastern Death?"
"Ghost, it's not that convoluted." The corner of his mouth twitched, and Tang Chao replied casually, "Mr. Park called me late at night. He probably didn't want to discuss the issue of address with me."
"Of course not." Perhaps sensing the Tang Dynasty's deliberately distant attitude, Park Taizhi's voice on the other end of the phone paused and said solemnly, "We have news about Zheng Dazhu. He will leave South Korea by flight tomorrow afternoon and go to Eastern Europe. The location is
Gimpo International Airport, unidentified."
"Tomorrow afternoon?"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"No, Ye Luo returns to his roots, and he will stay in South Korea forever."
"Okay, the weapons and equipment are still in the same place, if you need them."
"Well... Mr. Park seems to have something else to say?"
"Yes, there are two small things. One is that on behalf of the Park family, I declare friendship to Mr. Ghost. No matter what happens in the future, the Park family will stand on the same side as Mr. Ghost..."
Tang Chao raised his eyebrows when he heard this. This is not a small matter. Although the Park family is not a big force, that was before. After the decline of Banshanjin, the Pu family will inevitably rise and may even become the next Banshanjin.
Declaring friendship under such circumstances was undoubtedly a great favor to the Tang Dynasty. Of course, from this we can roughly see how much benefit the Park family gained from this chaos.
"The second thing is a private matter." Park Tae-sik seemed to hesitate for a moment and said with a smile: "Actually, before confirming Zheng Daezhu's intelligence information, he had someone send a message to me, asking me to let him go, and promised not to set foot in South Korea again for the rest of his life.
, and will no longer be involved in the affairs of the underground world such as Banshan Hibiscus... Haha, I haven't agreed yet, after all, this is not my own business now, well, I wonder what you mean, Mr. Ghost?"
"Mr. Park has a relationship with the other party?"
"To be honest with You Yinghun, there is a friendship, but it doesn't count as how deep it is. They are just colleagues from the same era. Haha, that era was not like now. There were very few contacts between peers. Those who knew each other existed
Even less. He debuted earlier than me, he is considered a senior, and we live in the same place, so it is inevitable that we have interacted with him several times."
"Then I'm afraid I will disappoint Mr. Park."
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, then sighed, "I understand, this does not affect our friendship. Please help Mr. Ghost to send him off on his last journey for me."