Five hundred and sixtieth eight chapters into Zhongnanhai
Yang Chen returned to the Pearl Hotel and arranged a sumptuous dinner to entertain the officials from Westland. During the dinner, someone eagerly asked Yang Chen if he could stay in China for a while and visit more cities in order to better understand the long history.
Chinese culture and China’s economic development.
"Of course." Yang Chen readily agreed. He knew what the person who made the request thought. Many foreigners had just arrived and looked at today's China from the perspective of socialist North Korea. They thought that the huge and prosperous imperial capital, the gorgeous
Greater Shanghai, like Pyongyang in North Korea, is a model city deliberately built.
Yang Chen simply gave them an opportunity to fully experience the great achievements of the Republic of China's reform and opening up for more than 30 years, and correct their prejudice against China caused by the influence of Western media.
Late at night, the party ended.
Yang Chen returned to the room, took a cold shower, changed into his nightgown, sat on the sofa, lit a cigar, and turned on the TV. The evening news screen appeared on the flat-screen TV, and the dignified and eye-catching female anchor talked about him and Li Mingsheng with one word.
There are no pictures or videos of the meeting.
As expected.
He smiled, absent-mindedly smoked a cigar, watched TV, and thought about his trip to Zhongnanhai the day after tomorrow. He was somewhat looking forward to it, and this extremely high courtesy contained another layer of meaning... He was not responsible for what he had done before.
A subtle warning to Beijing forces trying to retaliate against him to be patient.
This is enough to show that the highest level of power in the Republic believes that he is more valuable and more worthy of respect than the Zhang family, which tends to fall apart and has frequent crimes.
A cigar burns out.
He turned off the TV and turned off the lights, went back to the bedroom, went to bed, and was about to go to bed. Xiaoyu sent a message and asked him if he had time to hang out on the weekend. He smiled and replied yes, thinking that after these days of busy work, he would take Xiaoyu to get to know him.
His gang of blood-loyal brothers were struggling to make a career in a place like Beijing, with no one caring for them, and were struggling.
After the two sent messages saying good night to each other, Yang Chen put down his phone and fell asleep.
The night passed by silently.
The three seas in the north, the middle and the south were all once royal gardens. Perhaps the location of the North Sea is a little off, far away from the central axis of the dragon vein with countless magnificent palaces. Hundreds of years of vicissitudes, exhaustion of luck,
It was reduced to a secular place where ordinary people played the piano, sang songs, went boating and had fun.
Therefore, when people think of Beihai, they naturally think of the park, the White Tower, and the classic nursery rhyme "Let's Swing the Oars" that has been sung by generations.
The closely connected China Sea and South China Sea are different from the North Sea. Even if the imperial power declines and the dynasty collapses, it is still a symbol of supreme power.
The people who have occupied this place, regardless of the praise and criticism of the world, without exception have left a strong mark in the history books, influencing or promoting the changes of the times.
The not-so-long concierge motorcade drove westward along Chang'an Street, passed the ** Gate Tower, and turned into Xinhua Gate. The mighty honor guards raised their guns in salute, and the atmosphere was awe-inspiring.
The hearts of passers-by and tourists in the distance are agitated, and their imaginations are rich, and they imagine that one day they will be like a person in a car and cross the Chinese Gate in such a grand manner.
The handsome man who had the exclusive back seat of the team car did not pay attention to the expressions of passers-by and tourists. In his case, there was no need to feel superior from the shock of ordinary people.
He thought about his dream when he first joined the army many years ago, to go to military school and become an officer. It would be better if he could become a Zhongnanhai bodyguard like Xu Zhengyang (played by Jet Li).
Dreams and reality are always far apart. Today, he entered the highest power organ of the Republic in a more special capacity. It is a trick of fate and also the favor of fate.
The convoy bypassed the vermilion screen wall with the five gold characters "Serve the People" written on it, and headed west along the lake, approaching Ziguang Pavilion. It was built in front of the vermilion pavilion of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty. There were already people waiting quietly.
Yang Chen in the car stared at the two-story attic getting closer and closer, took a deep breath, calmed down his mind, straightened his suit, and showed off his best condition.
The car stops.
Someone opened the back seat door.
Yang Chen got out of the car with a smile, then walked a few steps quickly, stretched out his hands to shake hands with the tall man who was about to greet him, and the other man also held his hand with both hands. This is a manifestation of equality and mutual respect, and it is a big country without arrogance and prejudice.
tolerance.
Onlookers smiled and applauded.
One stands at the top of the power of the Republic.
Another one, creating a series of passionate legends,
The two people shaking hands enthusiastically did not make onlookers feel that they were mismatched because of the difference in age and status. They are both strong men of this era.
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Next to the Fourth Ring Road, near the Wukesong Gymnasium, in the special care ward of the high-level cadre area, the paralyzed Zhang Lingfeng was half lying on the hospital bed. The nursing staff massaged his unconscious muscles to prevent permanent muscle atrophy. After all, high paraplegia still existed.
Possibility of recovery.
Zhang Lingfeng knew in his heart that this possibility was extremely slim, basically equal to zero. He looked down at this body that didn't seem to belong to him, his eyes filled with uncontrollable hatred.
"Prince..." Bai Haoxuan appeared beside the hospital bed and placed the things he brought on the table next to the bed. Looking at the former prince who could not move, he sighed in his heart with mixed feelings.
Zhang Lingfeng said expressionlessly: "Fewer and fewer people are looking at me. It's rare that you can persist until today. It's a pity that your time with me was too short and you didn't gain anything."
Bai Haoxuan said with emotion: "Prince, I don't ask for anything."
"This is good, it will save you the trouble of fighting." Zhang Lingfeng turned his head slightly with great effort, glanced at Bai Haoxuan, and asked: "Have you seen him?"
Bai Haoxuan nodded, but stopped talking.
"Even if you don't tell me the specific circumstances when you met him, I know that he lives a very free and comfortable life, and he even went to Zhongnanhai yesterday." Bai Haoxuan's tone was calm and emotionless, as if he was relieved or numb to the unbearable past.
Bai Haoxuan, who was beside the bed, knew very well how much hatred this vengeful prince had, so he didn't know how to answer the question and continued to remain silent.
"The biggest mistake in my life was to underestimate the man named Yang." After Zhang Lingfeng said this, a trace of unwillingness finally appeared on his dull face.
It’s so embarrassing to play a game of cat and mouse, only to be attacked by a mouse!
"Prince...it's all over..." Bai Haoxuan carefully comforted him.
"It's passed?" Zhang Lingfeng's tone suddenly became cold and hard,
"Then what do you want?" A cold and slightly joking voice came from the door of the ward. Bai Haoxuan subconsciously turned around and was stunned.
Yang Chen walked in slowly. The two strong men in black who were originally guarding the door of the ward retreated again and again as Yang Chen approached, because they clearly felt the dangerous aura that was difficult to match.
Zhang Lingfeng, who was on the hospital bed, turned his head little by little to look at Yang Chen. He didn't know whether he was using too much force, was too difficult, or was emotionally agitated. His slowly turning head was trembling, and his face was red.
[Author's digression]: Sorry, there is only this chapter today.
