Lao Yu's highly restricted position was nothing more than worthless to Yang Chen. The great world outside was a paradise for ambitious men to run freely.
"Chief, you praise me too much. This rank of colonel is enough for me to show off in front of my children and grandchildren when I grow old." Yang Chen said with a meaningful smile.
He knew that as his influence abroad gradually grew, sooner or later he would have to take off his military uniform, break away from the 11th Bureau, and become a colonel, which might be the pinnacle of his military career.
"I know that this small temple in the 11th Bureau cannot trap you, a dragon that will travel for nine days sooner or later, but you are really a rare good seedling and a rare talent. Please serve the country and the army for as many years as possible.
." Lao Yu said sincerely, and his love and respect for Yang Chen came from the bottom of his heart.
Yang Chen nodded in agreement.
Lao Yu said nothing more and waved his hand, indicating that Yang Chen could leave.
Yang Chen stood at attention and performed a standard military salute. He always had respect and unspeakable gratitude for Lao Yu, because Lao Yu was his boss.
"Why...."
Lao Yu waited for Yang Chen to leave and sighed softly, showing infinite regret.
Yang Chen, who had been promoted two levels in a row, left Xishan with a complicated mood. He took a taxi back to the city, booked a room at the Pearl Hotel, and went back and forth. Unexpectedly, the lights were on and he went to the hotel's Chinese restaurant to finish dinner. As soon as he returned to the room, he got a phone call.
I called and had to go out again.
Nightclub culture.
It reflects the degree of development of a city and the level of consumption.
There are many famous nightclubs in Beijing. The Wangfu Hotel, located in the center of Wangfujing business district, is magnificent and full of cars after dark.
Yang Chen was one of the very few who came here by taxi. The middle-aged brother waved goodbye to Yang Chen enthusiastically, then took the cigarette from his ear, sighed a few times, and smiled happily.
The cigarette given by Yang Chen.
Yellow Crane Tower in wooden box 1916.
Things that are commonplace in the eyes of the rich.
Not to mention the royal cigarettes specially made for central bosses.
However, a cigarette costs seven or eight yuan, which is definitely a luxury item in the eyes of ordinary people in Shengdou.
One cigarette is enough to buy three packs of the cheapest Zhongnanhai. A pack of cigarettes costs RMB 150. My brother estimates that the monthly property, water and electricity for his 70-square-meter house comes to RMB 200. People who feel the pressure of life firsthand
Anyone who touches this luxury thing should know that one pack of cigarettes is equivalent to half a month's salary of an ordinary employee in an enterprise or institution.
When the taxi driver sighed, Yang Chen was stopping on the curb, looking up at the splendid nightclub of the Wangfu Hotel. He wanted to go back to the hotel to rest early, but he smiled helplessly. Wei Ziwen was in charge tonight, so he couldn't refuse, and Wu Jie was already busy.
I will also rush over to talk about the things at hand and chat on the phone. This party tonight is very special and must be obtained.
Yang Chen finished smoking half of the cigarette in his hand, put out the cigarette butt, threw it into the trash can on the roadside, and quickly walked into the magnificent room. The waiter took him to the private room booked by Wei Ziwen. When he opened the door, Wei Ziwen was sitting with four sexy beauties.
In the middle, they hug each other and sing, just like a playboy.
Wei Ziwen was not like Wu Jie who was mixed up in the military system and had to pay attention to his military image at all times. This guy had no official position but a light body. He had a wide range of businesses and a wild life. He lived and drank at home, and he was a Shuiling girl in Beijing Film and Television, causing trouble to one after another.
"Come on, Yang Zi, come in and sit down." Wei Ziwen quickly put down the microphone and greeted Yang Chen.
Yang Chen is by no means a pure child who regards nightclubs as tigers and wolves. He has always believed that it is normal for men to spend time and wine occasionally. Listening to music, singing, playing and teasing with fat and thin beauties, drinking a few glasses of wine, and feeling the noisy atmosphere are understandable.
Sitting next to Wei Ziwen openly, he let the sexy girl with heavy makeup on the other side come over laughing.
The girl on the far side was pouring wine for Yang Chen and Wei Ziwen. The coffee table was filled with fancy foreign wines. Young Master Wei was so excited that he talked about hundreds of thousands at a time.
"They will be here soon, let's have a drink first." Wei Ziwen held up the wine boldly, Yang Chen put his arm around Wei Ziwen's shoulders and said yes, the two of them toasted and drank it all.
At this time, the door of the private room was pushed open again, Wu Jie led more than 20 people in, and the slightly deserted private room suddenly became lively. Wu Da saw that Yang Chen was safe and sound, not to mention how excited he was, so he rushed up and punched him
Yang Chen hit Yang Chen on the shoulder, and Yang Chen bared his teeth and said there was an injury.
Young Master Wu shrank his hands in embarrassment and chuckled, the joy in his heart clearly showing.
Others came up one after another, greeted Yang Chen, and asked questions. When Yang Chen looked at these people, he always felt that something was not right in their eyes or expressions, and they were full of doubts and puzzled.
The important matter decided by the old man of the Wu family has been spread, and only the parties concerned are kept in the dark.
The mother of the nightclub brought a large group of fat and thin girls for the men in the private room to choose from. The splendid and largest private room seemed crowded at the moment.
"Yang Zi, let's show our blood-stained style to our brothers." Wu Jie was very happy today. After the brothers finished choosing women, he pulled Yang Chen to sing.
Others applauded with interest.
"Maybe I will say goodbye and never come back. Do you understand? Do you understand? Maybe I will fall and never get up again. Do you still want to look forward to it forever? If so, don't be sad. Our blood is on the flag of the Republic.
The style of dye..." In the KTV private room, Yang Chen and Wu Jie held the microphone in their hands and sang with great emotion.
The original singer of this song is Xu Liang, a first-level combat hero in the Southern Xinjiang Campaign. The legendary deeds of Xu Liang are all known to the guys with tears in their eyes in the private room. During the Vietnam War, all the soldiers in this combat hero's squad were killed.
, one man fought alone to avenge his comrades and risked his life to defend the dignity of a nation.
Later, the baby-faced female military singer sang this song, and "Blood-stained Style" lacked the bloodiness of Chinese men who would not give up any ground.
Today, Yang Chen and Wu Jie sang this song with great emotion, which made the men in the private room excited and moved their tragic feelings deeply. Only the outstanding soldiers of the Republic who have truly experienced the rain of bullets can perform this song "Blood-stained Style" to the end.
Such a tear-jerking state.
"Today, let's follow the example of the three brothers in Taoyuan, make an alliance through blood, and worship the leader."
Wei Ziwen waited for Yang Chen to finish singing and started shouting on a whim. A group of dandies coming out of the army compound cheered loudly. Yang Chen had nothing to hesitate and nodded happily.
Someone found a wine glass and poured white wine into it.
Yang Chen, Wu Jie, Wei Ziwen, Tian Li, Dalong and Xiaolong were the first to bite their fingers, and blood dripped into the wine glass. The others rushed to follow suit, dripping blood. In the private room, twenty-four people worshiped with their blood and drank the strong wine dyed red with blood.
, everyone smashed their wine glasses and shouted: "We will always be brothers and we will never give up!"
We will always be brothers, we will never give up in life or death.
Yang Chen felt the sincerity without impurities and the blood without fear of life and death from each other's burning eyes.
