Mr. Xiong? Xiong Aoyang?! Di Cheng’s frown slowly relaxed. Sou-book_bar.8.)
"Grandpa Xiong is back?" Being so confused, Yixuan didn't have much pajamas, so she took the bra on the edge of the bed to protect her breasts.
"It's not even seven o'clock yet. Why did Mr. Xiong come back so early?" Di Cheng looked at the clock. It was exactly six-thirty, and the sky outside was not completely bright yet.
"Grandpa Xiong asked you to go to dinner. There must be something going on. Come over quickly." Jin Yixuan persuaded after getting dressed.
Xiong Aoyang is the old patriarch of the Xiong family and the real helmsman of the huge family. He was successfully elected as the vice chairman of the Military Commission five years ago and was awarded the rank of general. At the same time, he also became half the head of the B Beijing Military Region. His reputation is so great that it is awe-inspiring.
In essence, he is one of the few actual controllers of the entire Chinese political power. The power and power he possesses are by no means comparable to those at the top known to ordinary people.
It was a supreme honor for Di Cheng to accept his invitation and have breakfast together. Although she knew that her lover didn't care about these things and that his abilities and strength might be beyond her imagination, she still didn't want him to give him anything.
Giant figures like Xiong Aoyang leave a bad impression.
Di Cheng sighed helplessly. This old guy really knew how to choose the right time, but since someone called his name, it would be rude not to go, so he had to take off his pajamas and start getting dressed.
Jin Yixuan got off the bed with bare feet to help Di Cheng tidy up his clothes, and introduced briefly: "Although Grandpa Xiong has a bad temper, he is generally very kind. He likes straightforward people and hates beating around the bush to pretend to be smart.
If you like people who are arrogant and arrogant, don't be cautious when you go there, just say whatever you want, just pay a little attention to those few points."
Di Cheng kissed Yixuan on the mouth and said with a smile: "Have you ever seen me restrained? There is no one in this world who can control me."
Jin Yixuan gave him a charming look: "Don't be so pretty."
"I'm telling the truth." Di Cheng hugged Jin Yixuan and whispered in her ear: "You continue to rest and build up your strength. Let's continue the war tonight."
"You..." Jin Yixuan was so embarrassed that her fair and tender cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
Di Cheng quickly kissed her on the cheek, grabbed his coat and rushed out while laughing loudly, leaving a shy Jin Yixuan stomping her feet.
Perhaps it was because Mr. Xiong had returned home. There were many busy figures on the gravel path outside. After asking someone casually, Di Cheng easily found the seemingly ordinary brick house in the center of the village. A man was waiting there.
The middle-aged man respectfully led him in.
The structure inside the house is the same as the bricks and tiles outside. They are very ordinary. There are neither very luxurious furniture nor arty antiques, nor even deliberate decoration. There are just some very simple but practical furniture placed there with a sense of style.
It has a very strong and simple country atmosphere.
There is a square wooden table in the house. Jin Xueliang, Nangong Shang and Xiong Weiye are sitting around it on small benches, eating fried dough sticks and pickles, chatting and laughing casually. Opposite them, a man who is neither tall nor tall
, not strong, but rather skinny, the old man was drinking porridge from the bowl and eating happily.
The old man is very ordinary. In line with the surrounding environment, it is easy to think of the grandfather of the farmer. If there is anything special about him, it is that he does not look old at all, has no gray hair or wrinkles, is energetic, and is full of youthful talents.
Some of that energy and momentum.
No need to guess too much, this must be Xiong Aoyang, the old head of the Xiong family who is one of the true rulers of China today! A legendary figure who has dominated the military world for more than ten years, a hero and patriarch who led the Xiong family to glory, and a man who scolded Fang Fang.
A tough and domineering military commander.
"Come on, young man, sit down and eat while it's hot." Upon noticing Di Cheng's arrival, Xiong Aoyang casually pointed to the seat next to him, not feeling unfamiliar at all.
Di Cheng didn't make any false or ridiculous excuses or politeness. He sat down very naturally, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating: "Mr. Xiong just came back this morning?"
"Just arrived." After taking a gulp of some porridge, Xiong Aoyang hummed vaguely, and suddenly said: "Did you injure Chen Zun?"
Di Cheng picked up a piece of pickle and said while eating: "There was some accident at that time, and he escaped by chance."
"How injured are you?"
"Theoretically speaking, you can't even think about getting out of bed for half a year, and you can't fight again until a year later."
"Well, okay, not bad." Mr. Xiong didn't show any particularly obvious expression. He just said three words and continued to drink his porridge.
"Father, Jin Xuan is at home, do you want to bring him over to see you?" Xiong Weiye said.
"Jin Xuan?" Xiong Aoyang stopped pulling out the rice with bowls and chopsticks, continued to chew a few mouthfuls, and then looked at Di Cheng: "How many of you are here?"
"Including Jin Xuan, four people."
"Whose idea was it to go to Beijing this time?"
"Jin Xuan." Di Cheng answered simply and clearly, without any attempt to hide it. The old man in front of him looked unattractive and casual, but as a giant who stood at the pinnacle of power in China, he knew a lot about things and how shrewd he was.
, without any doubt.
Xiong Aoyang chuckled inexplicably and continued to eat: "How is his mood now?"
"Somewhat impulsive."
"What are you going to do? Help him?"
Di Cheng paused for a while and said: "Mr. Xiong, I want to know what happened back then? Jin Xuan was originally an instructor of the special agent team, why was he suddenly sent to Chixiang Prison? Is it related to the Zhao family and the Sun family?
"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Jin Xueliang and the other two people moved slightly, but no one said anything. The incident was so sensational that the old patriarchs of the eight major families in China jointly issued a silence order for the first time, strictly forbidding anyone from talking about the matter anymore.
So even though there were many people who knew what happened, no one dared to gossip, and the truth was eventually buried by time.
However, Mr. Xiong has a high status and special status, so there is no harm in talking about it, but only if he is willing.
"Are you curious?" Xiong Aoyang finished the remaining mouthful of porridge in the bowl and handed it to Xiong Weiye: "More."
"Indeed." Di Cheng said calmly.
Xiong Aoyang raised his eyes and looked at Di Cheng. He did not respond directly to the question, but leaned towards him: "Do you still remember the questions I asked that boy Xiong Cai to ask you?"
Di Cheng did not escape the sudden sharp look in his eyes and said: "I still remember."
"There was something you said that I liked more. Which one do you think it was?"
"I have a sense of national belonging, and I am willing to pay for it if conditions permit. As for the sense of national belonging, if there is no malicious intent or use, I will not be disgusted with it."
"Haha..." Xiong Aoyang nodded at Di Cheng, shook his head and smiled: "The boy is quite cunning."
"It's just a self-defense instinct. I like to take the initiative and don't want to be taken advantage of." Di Cheng said with a slight smile on his face, not deliberately restraining his nature at all because of the other person's prominent status.
Xiong Aoyang looked at Di Cheng: "What use? Huh? Can the development of this society be without this word? It can be as small as a few people, a few families, between classmates, between friends, between bosses and subordinates, as large as a few
Between forces, between several regions, and even between countries, every move, word and deed, all purposeful behaviors, don’t revolve around the word use? It’s nothing more than you using me
, I use you, and you and I use each other, the key depends on who uses it well and who uses it well."
Just as Di Cheng was about to speak, Xiong Aoyang raised his hand to stop him: "Don't talk about friendship and love. This thing is the most unreliable and can mislead your judgment."
"I just want to say..."
"Don't say anything. I'm not discussing the problem with you. I'm just teaching you a lesson. Listen with an open mind and don't interrupt." Xiong Aoyang nodded at Di Cheng in the air, and his tone was very strong. It was not artificial, but a kind of emotion that came from the bottom of his heart.
temperament.
Strong, or domineering!
Di Cheng nodded on the surface, but smiled bitterly in his heart. From the time he debuted until now, he has never been reprimanded like a child by others.
"Does what I said make sense?" Xiong Aoyang looked straight at Di Cheng and asked.
"Yes." Di Cheng did not completely agree, but there was not much point in arguing with the old man about these things.
"Go back and understand it carefully." Xiong Aoyang warned emphatically, took the bowl and chopsticks from Xiong Weiye, and said: "Jin Xuan and the Wei family have a grudge."
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