Yang Chen left the village early in the morning. The simple villagers collectively saw Yang Chen off. A group of tough men walked out far away. The villagers who gathered spontaneously still waved from a distance, reluctant to leave.
Not a paradise.
But very peaceful and harmonious.
Yang Chen did have a trace of nostalgia for this secluded village. What he missed was not the environment, but the people's hearts and customs. Unfortunately, the world of intrigues and intrigues outside was the world where he rode.
Three days later, an Air China flight flew directly from Islamabad, the capital of Pakistan, to Beijing, and finally landed safely at the Capital International Airport.
Yang Chen, who almost died, is back.
During the long journey, Yang Chen did not have any romantic sparks with the beautiful stewardess. The ridiculous scene where he could hug a strange beauty and go home to sleep with him after just walking around on the road mostly existed in YY novels, but in reality, it was 10% true.
Without the protection of golden fingers and the halo of pig's feet, how can a man have such an affair.
Although a stewardess took special care of Yang Chen and brought drinks and snacks more than once. Almost every time she passed by Yang Chen, her smile was extremely bright.
Yang Chen, who was deeply in love and debt and tried not to flirt with women, pretended to be asleep or turned a blind eye very coolly. The bald man on the other side of the aisle was so envious that he showed off the gold Rolex watch on his wrist, but he didn't see the beautiful stewardess rushing towards him.
Give me one more smile.
The bald man couldn't help but lament the importance of having a good skin.
Yang Chen walked into the airport lobby, looked around at the huge flow of people, and felt the atmosphere of Spring Festival travel, which is part of the Spring Festival. Whenever this special curtain opens, the rich flavor of the New Year comes with it.
At this moment, Yang Chen, who had been separated from his parents for too long, felt like returning home, but he had to report to Lao Yu first. In any case, he was from the military and from the Sixth Bureau. After leaving the airport, he took a taxi and went directly to Xishan.
My brother started talking non-stop from the moment Yang Chen got into the car. He was very talkative but not annoying. Yang Chen chatted a few words from time to time and the atmosphere was harmonious.
"Beijing is the capital, and the public security should be very good. There won't be anything shady, right?" Yang Chen said casually while his brother was drinking mineral water to moisten his mouth.
My brother was very happy. He looked at Yang Chen like a pure little virgin, shook his head and sighed a few times. The taxi driving on Chang'an Street happened to pass by the south entrance of Wangfujing Street.
My brother pointed to the shops on the side of Wangfujing Street and said: "Little brother, it seems you don't understand Beijing. These shops... some of them have not paid protection fees, and some of them have no background and are just trying to get away with things."
The ruthless people are looking at almost all ways to make money. If you want to be assigned a specialist number in major hospitals, you have to pay a high price from them.
If a developer without a mafia background wants to build a house smoothly, he must first burn incense to the people on the road. Everyone knows many things well. There are unspoken rules everywhere in society. We big men only focus on the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry.
, criticizing with words and writing, is nothing more than thinking about those water-spirited women, saying grapes are sour because they can’t eat them.”
Brother took a puff on his cigarette, put out the cigarette butt, and continued to say with great interest: "You know, the first brother on Sijiucheng Road, Boss Ji, ran away. The police said he was involved in drug trafficking and organized crime, and some people said he offended a big shot and was framed.
, the red road, the white road, and the underworld are too far away from us, we little people with small noses and small eyes can at most just watch the excitement in silence."
Yang Chen nodded and smiled softly.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
This is true for small counties, and it is also true for capital cities.
The ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted Yang Chen who was in deep thought. When he answered the call, a soft voice that he hadn't heard for a long time came straight into his heart: "Hey, Huaxin Daluobo, are you dating another little girl again? I'm going back to China for the Spring Festival. Please give me some peace of mind.
Think about how to spend the Spring Festival with me."
A thought flashed through Yang Chen's mind, and he smiled and said, "Please go home with me to celebrate the New Year."
"Okay, I've long wanted to visit my uncle and aunt." On the other end of the overseas phone call, Nalan Tongtong was jumping for joy, dancing and accompanying the Yang family home for the New Year, which was enough to show how important she was in Yang Chen's mind.
The two only chatted for a few minutes. Nalan Tongtong, who was rushing to class, hurriedly hung up the phone. Yang Chen put the phone back in his trouser pocket and admired the buildings on both sides of Chang'an Street.
The taxi went all the way to the west, and when it was approaching Xishan, my brother asked Yang Chen why he came to Xishan. Yang Chen said to do something, but my brother didn't pay attention at first. When he came to the military base in Xishan, Yang Chen showed his ID and was loaded with ammunition.
The soldiers saluted and let him go. My brother was in awe and felt uneasy.
This area of Xishan is a restricted area.
It is the headquarters of the military's highest institution and core department.
The people who could come in and out at will were not the chief, but at least the people close to the chief. I was worried about whether I had said anything wrong along the way.
When the taxi arrived at the second guard post, Yang Chen got off the car. Walking further inside was a military area. No outside vehicles were allowed to enter, so Yang Chen could only walk.
When my brother turned the car around, he took a deep look at Yang Chen's back and murmured: "This is how a real person doesn't show his face."
Bureau 11, the most mysterious department of the Second Department of the General Staff. As a member of this mysterious system, Yang Chen's entry and exit here is no different from that of Ningda University. He is calm and composed. He saw Lao Yu in the director's office.
"Are you back?" Lao Yu raised his eyes and asked tepidly, and continued to look down at the documents, as if he didn't care much whether Yang Chen was alive or dead.
Yang Chen smiled and nodded, not taking it seriously.
He knew Comrade Lao Yu's temperament very well. His joy and anger were intangible. No matter how happy he was, he had to keep it in his heart to prevent others from seeing it. It seemed that those in higher positions liked this.
Why...Yang Chen understood.
The unpredictable temperament, like unknown things, always makes people more awe-inspiring.
Lao Yu carefully examined the documents and asked Yang Chen to stand in front of his desk for ten minutes before he put down the documents, opened the drawer, took out Zhang's military officer's ID card and handed it to Yang Chen, saying: "This is your new ID."
Yang Chen was surprised. He took the military officer's ID card and opened it. The photo remained the same, the unit he was in had not changed, the position and military rank had all changed. In the photo, his rank from major to colonel was changed. It was certain that the military rank in the photo was photoshopped.
But this photoshopped photo bears the stamp of the military, which has nothing to do with fraud.
Colonel.
Yang Chen was a little confused.
The youngest major general of the Republic is not the civilian general who entered the public eye. He was born in the 1970s in the Second Department of the General Staff and is only thirty-five years old.
He, a standard post-1985 generation, has now almost climbed two levels in a row and been promoted to colonel and a regimental-level cadre. At this rate, he will definitely set a new record and become the youngest general since the founding of the People's Republic of China.
However, he soon felt relieved. This leapfrog promotion was partly due to the gratitude of the Wu family, and secondly, it had deep meaning from the military, deepening the relationship with him and his huge kingdom outside the country.
"Chief, I'm only one star less than you now. You have to work hard, otherwise I'll catch up with you. It'll be so embarrassing." Yang Chen took his military officer's certificate and spoke freely, teasing Lao Yu.
A big eleven.
Only Yang Chen and Wu Jie dared to talk to Lao Yu like this.
"To be honest, I really hope that one day you can become my successor and sit in this position." Lao Yu slowly leaned back on the chair, a deep smile appearing on his rigid and gloomy face.
Yang Chen also laughed.
Sit in Lao Yu's seat.
It is not impossible, provided that everything outside the country is put under state control.