Making small money and achieving big things all require planning and planning. "Wolong" built a hut in the mountains to wait for the Ming Dynasty. Sima decentralized power to recuperate and gazed at the country. Yang Chen couldn't compare to these evildoers with great wisdom and treachery that shocked the past and the present. He didn't have that plan to win.
Rencheng is plotting to overthrow the country, but he is not a reckless man with strong limbs and a simple mind who does not seek the country or the country.
He understood Nalan Hai's intention.
The waiter took away the leftovers, and Xiaoxianglou specially presented a pot of the best Longjing reserved for big figures like Nalan Hai in Xijing. Nalan Tongtong went to the bathroom. In the private room, an old man and a young man looked at each other with smiles. Nalan Hai
He touched the cigarette case on the table and resisted pulling out his cigarette. He smiled bitterly and said, "I can quit drinking. But I can't quit smoking. I know it's not good to smoke, but I just can't."
Yang Chen, who only knew a little about the tea ceremony, casually took a few sips of tea, put down the tea cup and chuckled: "Great men never leave their cigarettes, so why should I laugh at myself?"
Nalan Hai was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily.
Come to think of it, most of the founding greats were old smokers, and they couldn't laugh at themselves. He smiled and stared at Yang Chen. The eyes of the proud man who had dominated Xijing for many years gradually revealed the kindness of his elders, and said: "Xiao Yang, do your best, don't
It disappoints me, I want to have a successor who is better than me."
Yang Chen nodded and remained silent.
Being better than Nalan Hai, the richest man in Ningxi, is something that the younger generation in Xijing cannot even think about. They don’t think there is any powerful person in this society where everyone is staring at the ground and looking for opportunities to make a fortune.
A history of self-made struggle that eclipses Nalan Hai.
Yang Chen nodded because he was no longer the grassroots he was five years ago.
Nalan Tongtong returned from the bathroom, Nalan Hai had already paid, and a group of three people walked out of the private room. By coincidence, at the corner of the stairs, Nalan Hai met an acquaintance, three middle-aged people with good temperament, and two more
As gentle young men, Nalan Hai could tell at a glance that the two young men were in the role of serving others.
"Great leader, what a coincidence, what a coincidence. It's so elegant to come here to Xiaoxiang Tower in a light outfit." Nalan Hai was still a few steps away from the five of them, smiling enthusiastically. He was like meeting an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years, and faced the three middle-aged people.
The men also smiled at each other, and the four gentlemen chatted enthusiastically. Nalan Hai took the initiative to pass cigarettes to the three of them, and then told Yang Chen and Nalan Tongtong to go downstairs first and wait in the car.
The wealthy middle-aged man who was called the big leader by Nalan Hai glanced at Yang Chen who was passing by, and asked with a smile: "Your Nalan family's son-in-law Chenglong? Whose child is it?"
No matter who thinks it, the future son-in-law of the Nalan family is definitely extraordinary.
Even if they don't reach high places, at least they are well-matched to a talented and beautiful woman. Nalan Hai smiled freely and said to be honest, that was his daughter's college alumnus, a child from an ordinary family in a small place. The three gentlemen were dubious and looked back at Yang Chen in unison.
"Are you kidding again? We don't believe that you would promise the pearl in your hand to ordinary people." The rich man lit the cigarette in his hand and smiled meaningfully while smoking, meaning that you, Nalan Hai, are cunning enough to know when to make a loss-making business, Nalan Hai.
Smiling, he raised his eyes, stared at the majestic figure who had walked away, and said in his heart, "Xiao Yang, let's show your ability to people like Xijing."
Outside Xiaoxiang Tower.
The small parking lot was crowded with cars.
Two to three hundred thousand, one million, joint venture, imported, all kinds, Sheng Dou Xiaomin was dazzled by it. From the driver's seat of an Audi Q7 with an extremely ordinary license plate number, Zhao Changtian flipped through the Xijing Evening News. He has become accustomed to it over the years.
He was reading books and newspapers in the car to kill time. Those top students from prestigious schools may not read as many books and texts as he did. When he saw Nalan Tongtong walking out of Xiaoxiang Building, he put down the newspaper and carefully looked at the strange young man next to Xiao Nizi.
Zhao Changtian frowned as he walked like a dragon and walked like a tiger. The young man he had never met gave him a familiar feeling that he had not seen for a long time. It was the military demeanor after being baptized by the smoke and fire of war.
Nalan Tongtong pulled Yang Chen into the back seat of the Q7, leaving the passenger seat to her father. Zhao Changtian turned to Nalan Tongtong and smiled, his eyes fixed on Yang Chen's face. The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Zhao Changtian
He nodded and smiled: "Tongtong has a good vision and has found a good boyfriend. Not bad, not bad."
Zhao Changtian kept saying that both of them were good, and Nalan Tongtong smiled sheepishly, glancing at the unfazed guy around her, feeling sweet in her heart, hoping that everyone in the world would think her man was perfect, except of course the threatening young women.
"It looks like you have been working in the army for ten or eight years. You are different from ordinary college students." Zhao Changtian smiled meaningfully. Before Yang Chen could say anything, the simple man who had been a driver's bodyguard for more than ten years squinted his eyes and looked out the car window.
As if recalling the past, he couldn't help but say: "I have also been a soldier and been on the battlefield. Maybe we have similar experiences."
Having served as a soldier and on the battlefield, Zhao Changtian's words, which were not very flashy, were like the finishing touch and contained an awe-inspiring and vigorous momentum.
"Uncle Zhao fought in the Vietnam War and was still a fighting hero." The talkative Nalan Tongtong held Yang Chen's arm and spoke of Zhao Changtian's glorious history.
Yang Chen hurriedly asked: "Uncle Zhao, have you fought in the self-defense counterattack in 1979? Or the Laoshan Battle in 1984?"
"Tongtong, don't bury your uncle Zhao. A good man doesn't mention his bravery in the past." Zhao Changtian, who had not mentioned it for a long time and did not want to recall this period of history, smiled sadly and said slowly: "In the Battle of Laoshan, I was twenty years old.
More than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. I feel sad when I think of the past. The lives of forty-four good brothers have been left behind in Laoshan."
Zhao Changtian's eyes were a little moist. Walking down the old mountain safely and unharmed was a blessing from God, but it was also a lifelong regret.
"My father participated in the self-defense counterattack in 1979." Yang Chen said quietly. Because of his father Yang Guodong, he will always admire the Vietnam War veterans who sacrificed their lives and blood to defend the dignity of the country and nation.
"Your dad fought in the Vietnam War?" Zhao Changtian stared at Yang Chen in surprise, and his affection doubled.
Yang Chen smiled and nodded. Zhao Changtian, who seldom praised others, gave a thumbs up and said in appreciation: "Good, good, good. I am a hero. Uncle Zhao is ashamed of himself."
Yang Chen hurriedly said that he didn't dare to take it.
Zhao Changtian just said that forty-four comrades died. The sensitive number reminded Yang Chen of the Thirty-eighth Army that guarded the capital. He had been in the army. If he had not been selected into the Blade, he would have been a member of the Thirty-Eighth Army now.
, the Military History Exhibition Room of the 38th Army records such a period of history. The invincible military reconnaissance brigade left forty-four lives in the battle of Songmaoling and defeated dozens of times the enemy.
The record is amazing!
In recent years, evil trends have spread from unknown sources in the country. Young people always like to question the blood of soldiers and worship foreigners. American soldiers rape good women and shoot women, children, old and young. They are touted by the ignorant and regarded as real men and real heroes. But they don’t know.
When it comes to war, the most gentlemanly soldiers in the world are the soldiers of the Republic.
Nalan Hai got into the car, and Yang Chen and Zhao Changtian returned to their normal expressions.
