"Isn't it very important, but you still have to go back in the end..."
Lin Bozhong, who looked up from his book, interrupted A Bin calmly, "No need, let them go back wherever they came from. They are all resting. If you have some money, go wherever you can for a few days. Don't wander around outside."
A Bin conveyed the truth truthfully, and Lin Bozhong, who was still reading a book after the call ended, ordered: "You don't have to follow me, you can go wherever you want to go."
Closing the book and picking up the sixteen-inch travel suitcase, Lin Bozhong walked into the endless crowd of people at the airport without even taking the ticket in A Bin's hand.
A Bin: "..." You don't want a plane ticket? You booked the plane ticket yourself?
How could Lin Bozhong let the people under him book tickets? No one would believe him, because there is no reason for him to believe in these people. Just believe in yourself.
Once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of straw ropes for ten years, and after being pushed down the mountain by his trusted relatives, Lin Bozhong never believed in anyone again, no one but himself.
No one knows where he went, and even if they wanted to check, it would take some time.
The people in Beijing were somewhat attentive. None of the people he sent out came back. There was no news.
This is not normal. How could there be no news at all?
Sitting in Kuan Shang's office, a man in military uniform stood in front of the window with his arms folded. The blinds were closed, and he just looked at the scenery outside through the gap. His eyes were solemn and his expression was not very relaxed.
A golden olive branch with two gold stars. This is a lieutenant general. He holds a high position in the army and has his own separate office. Basic officers and soldiers below him must respectfully call him "chief".
He had no intention of leaving the office today. He had been waiting.
The office call stopped twice, and he seemed to wake up from his deep thoughts. He took a few steps to his desk and answered the phone.
"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? I thought you weren't in the office." Came the woman's gentle voice, with a slight smile. The volume was neither high nor low. It sounded like she was a woman with a gentle temperament.
The woman said, "Come back early for dinner tonight. My son finally came back. At least you can come back early on the first day."
"Didn't we arrive at seven o'clock in the evening? Why did we arrive earlier?" The lieutenant general raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was only half past five in the afternoon. It was not even an hour and a half earlier than expected.
"I changed my visa midway. Are you ready to go home now? It's exactly half past five."
"Let's go, let's go right now." The lieutenant general laughed, "It's rare for my son to come back to China, so I naturally have to come back early. By the way, I went to the south gate to pick up two braised vegetables. This kid has loved eating them since he was a child."
"Okay, my dear, we can have a drink after the surgery."
"To have a drink, I need to cook a few dishes to go with it, hahaha. Speaking of which, I'm really impatient to go home." The lieutenant general laughed, and the haze between his brows swept away.
However, the coldness in his eyes has not completely receded, and he still needs to slow down.
The weather in Beijing is getting colder and colder, and some things are becoming clearer and clearer. Those hidden in the darkness are no longer hidden, and as time goes by, the darkness can no longer hide them.
Those people and those things will one day be exposed to the light.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Liu Guixiu and Gu Chen led Tiedan into the Phoenix Tower. This was a joint venture between Duan Zhaoan and Wei Dong. Dining here was a good time for Gu Chen to introduce Duan Zhaoan's net worth.