"Haha, a few days ago I was still wondering why little Ye Zi didn't come over. Then I found out that you were on a mission." Seeing Ye Huang say this, Mr. Zhang Wanhong was even more satisfied. He nodded and secretly sighed that this kid knows etiquette.
"I left on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. I left in such a hurry that I didn't have time to say hello to the old man. I'm sorry."
As he spoke, Ye Huang cupped his hands in front of Mr. Zhang Wanhong with an apologetic look on his face.
Although he knew that the old man was unlikely to blame himself in this matter, Ye Huang would not let go of these due etiquette. After all, the fault of this matter was all his own.
"Hey! Look at you, how can you get so much courtesy? Grandpa Zhang is not the kind of person who cares about things. You go out to perform tasks to serve the country. I am a bad old man who won't die for a while. How can I blame you?"
"Hurry up and come in. I just made a pot of Dahongpao. It comes from the tree on Wuyi Mountain in Fujian. You guys should try it too."
As he spoke, Mr. Zhang Wanhong turned around with a smile on his face, holding Ye Huang's hand and walked into the courtyard.
"Xiaoye, the old man treats you as his own grandson now."
Next to him, Beitang Hongfeng sighed and walked in.
"I regard Xiao Zizi as my own grandson! If one of my juniors is half as big as Xiao Zizi, I, Zhang Wanhong, would also think that my ancestors would have done a great job."
Zhang Wanhong walked to the table and sat on the wicker chair, motioned to Ye Huang and the others to sit down, and said with a sigh.
If they are junior members of the Zhang family, they are all talented individuals. During his military career, he eventually became a general and retired. His sons and grandsons also served in the military, and their achievements were considered good.
But no matter how good you are, you can't bear to compare yourself with others.
Comparing his grandsons with Emperor Ye, the originally good results immediately became nothing. No wonder Mr. Zhang sighed.
"Grandpa Zhang, what you said is pushing me against my brothers. If he knew that you favored me, I would be in trouble." Ye Huang said with a joking tone.
"They dare! I usually love them a lot. If they don't even have this kind of heart, they can't be considered as children of my Zhang family."
The old man's face tightened, his eyes widened, and he roared with a heroic spirit.
The momentum was like that of a tiger descending from a mountain. The man in his seventies or eighties was still in full swing in his mid-term.
"Dad, look at you, you are so excited about this matter. Ye Huang was just joking. As for such a big reaction." Next to him, Beitang Hong Feng complained.
Although the old man's general illness has been cured by Ye Huang, he is almost completely cured, but he is not a young man after all, and being irritable is always bad for his health."
"You are the only one with a lot of problems. Old man, I have had this temper all my life. It's not like you don't know about it and you haven't seen any problems."
After giving his son-in-law a dirty look, Mr. Zhang Wanhong was dissatisfied, but he also remembered it in his heart.
Seeing his father-in-law's words, Beitang Hongfeng could only shake his head with a wry smile, and took out a small silver bag from his arms on the table in the house.
"Dad, this is what Chief No. 1 asked me to bring to you. It's also from the tree. Chief No. 1 is reluctant to drink it. Please be careful."
"Hey...you have a good conscience and know how to give this good thing to me, the old man."
Mr. Zhang Wanhong looked at the small silver bag on the table, his eyes gleaming, he took it, smelled it, nodded to confirm it was the authentic Dahongpao, and continued.
"Thank you, Chief No. 1, for me. I am a little embarrassed to get some Dahongpao from him every year."
"Head No. 1 is not very addicted to this stuff. It would be a waste if you leave it there." Beitang Hongfeng knew very well that Head No. 1 liked to drink Biluochun, so he was not very interested in the big red robe. If he left it there, he would give it away.
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As someone close to Chief No. 1, Beitang Hongfeng is very familiar with the habits of Chief No. 1.
I don’t particularly like tobacco, alcohol, and tea, and my living habits are similar to those of ordinary people.
A large part of the annual special supply of tobacco, wine and tea was given to his subordinates to share.
"Having said that, I still have to thank you. These are rare things."
The old man said insistently.
"I got it, Dad, I'll talk to Chief No. 1 later."
"Yeah! That makes sense. By the way, Chief No. 1 has been in poor health recently. Is he feeling better recently?"
"It's still the same as before. I asked a doctor to check it out, but no major problems were found. I just have high blood pressure that can't be lowered, and I feel dizzy from time to time. I used my inner strength to sort it out, but the effect is not great."
Upon hearing what the old man said, Beitang Hongfeng couldn't help but sigh.
The condition of Chief No. 1 has been concealed for this period of time. After meeting Emperor Ye last year, it didn't take long for him to get better. It has been a month or two.
Even when visiting other countries, the dedicated doctor never left his side for fear that Chief No. 1 would faint.
"Why is this happening? Isn't it useless to take some blood pressure and blood lipid-lowering drugs for high blood pressure?"
Mr. Zhang Wanhong frowned slightly, and his son-in-law's answer surprised him.
Chief No. 1 is the head of state and has always been equipped with a dedicated doctor and medical team. In the past, whenever Chief No. 1 had any problems, they would be quickly resolved.
This time, it took a month or two to get ready, which is a bit abnormal.
"The effect is very small. Many expensive drugs have been used, but the effect is not very great. During this period, medical experts are consulting and trying to find a feasible solution." After shaking his head, Beitang Hongfeng's expression became serious.
If it weren't for the tight protection surrounding Chief No. 1, he would have doubted whether Chief No. 1 had been poisoned.
"This matter is not a trivial matter. You'd better pay attention to it. It's not a good sign that Chief No. 1 is ill. It must be resolved as soon as possible." Mr. Zhang Wanhong's face was also livid, as if he was giving an order.
"I understand this. Let's wait until the expert consultation is completed. Now we are just looking for a solution, and we don't know what the situation is."
"Hey...it was fine for the first half of the year, but suddenly it happened like this, which was a bit unexpected."
Shaking his head, Beitang Hongfeng felt helpless about the condition of Chief No. 1.
If this situation continues, if Chief No. 1's condition does not improve, it is very likely that he will not be able to complete his term.
This is the first time since the domestic political structure has returned to normal, which does not bode well for the country's stability.
"This person will do whatever he wants. He has no control over him at all.",
"Little Ye Zi, Grandpa Zhang has an unkind request. Can you follow your Uncle Beitang to Zhongnanhai to show Chief No. 1 what disease he has?"
After sighing, Zhang Wanhong looked at Ye Huang. Since the latter could bring him back from the brink of death, he could definitely save Chief No. 1.
When Mr. Zhang Wanhong said this, Beitang Hongfeng's eyes lit up.
That’s right, just because your own treatment doesn’t work, doesn’t it mean that Ye Huang’s treatment won’t work?
Judging from the appearance, Chief No. 1's condition is far less severe than that of the old man. Maybe Ye Huang can really be cured.
