"Since you said so, let's do what you said and have a major surgery to completely remove all these cancers. But you can't deny what you said."
ah?
Du Qingchen was stunned for a moment, but he soon came to his senses and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Third uncle, do you need to be so mean-spirited with me? It's too chilling, isn't it?"
"Don't be wordy. Anyway, I will do as you say. You have to handle this matter beautifully for me. Gao Guanghao has just been dismissed from his post, and it is good for him to come out and contribute. It will also be good for him. Don't keep it secret.
You know, you're pretending to be confused, but I still don't know what you are thinking?"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
They are all smart people, they understand everything clearly, and they have quite a tacit understanding.
After chatting for a while, Du Qingchen said goodbye and left.
When we returned to the hotel, we had just parked the car when Zhu Zhijun rushed out from the side.
"Brother Chen!"
Zhu Zhijun grinned.
Du Qingchen got out of the car and kicked him. Unexpectedly, Zhu Zhijun ducked back, staggered and fell to the ground.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Zhu Zhijun got up, his feet trembling.
"Are you injured?" Du Qingchen frowned.
"It's okay."
Zhu Zhijun forced a smile on his face and said: "Let's go, the food has been ordered, Linglong is waiting over there, we will go there now, but you have to drive, I am tired of driving every day."
"Your leg is seriously injured."
Du Qingchen got into the car and said to Zhu Zhijun, who was sitting in the passenger seat: "Take your pants off and let me take a look."
"It's really okay."
"Lift it up."
Zhu Zhijun had no choice but to lift up his pants. He saw that his right calf was swollen and black and blue.
"Who were you injured by? You were injured by spiritual power."
Du Qingchen frowned.
"Spiritual power? Do you mean that the person who hurt me was a master in the ancient martial arts world?" Zhu Zhijun was stunned and confused: "But that's not right. He used all Sanda moves. They don't look like ancient martial arts at all.
A master in the martial arts world."
"Wait a minute, I'll rub it for you."
Du Qingchen forcibly held down Zhu Zhijun's leg and massaged the bruised area with his right hand for several minutes.
Zhu Zhijun seemed to have seen a ghost: "Damn it, Brother Chen, are you too awesome?"
The injury on his leg was completely healed. It didn't look like he had been injured at all. He moved around a bit and felt nothing was wrong. He immediately pushed Du Qingchen aside and insisted on driving.
Du Qingchen didn't argue with him and asked: "What's going on? Why are you still fighting with people from the ancient martial arts world?"
"I came back last night and went to the underground boxing gym to watch a match. I have a friend who is also the Sanda King of our military region. Because his family needed some money, he went to play in the match to make some money. I
I heard about this incident, so I wanted to take a look, but I didn’t expect that he was actually seriously injured. I was not convinced and went up to stop my opponent, but I didn’t expect to receive a kick.”
"I don't think it's that simple. You don't just get this kick."
Du Qingchen smiled.
Zhu Zhijun smiled coquettishly: "I can't hide it from Brother Chen, but the injuries elsewhere are fine. The main reason is that this kick was a bit heavy. I didn't expect him to be from the ancient martial arts world. Otherwise, I would definitely not fight him.
Nima, you said that people from the ancient martial arts world come to the secular world to do black boxing, isn’t this guy mentally ill?”
"Where is your comrade?"
"Still lying in the hospital." Zhu Zhijun's face darkened.
Du Qingchen raised his eyebrows: "Is he seriously injured?"
"I have broken several bones, and I will probably never be able to return to the military camp again. Even if I can get through my dad's ideological work, his injury will probably not heal in half a year, and it will be disabled even after he heals." Zhu Zhijun
Sighing: "What a pity this seedling is."
Du Qingchen said: "Let's go to the hospital after dinner. Maybe I can help him."
Seeing Zhu Zhijun so sad, Du Qingchen couldn't help but feel warm-hearted.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with him, and he was not such a nosy person, but since Zhu Zhijun paid so much attention to it, he made an exception. After all, he was not a cold-blooded person, and he had also served in the army.
Now he is still Commander Long. Strictly speaking, Zhu Zhijun’s friends are also his soldiers. There is another important reason. Dragon Soul has the responsibility to supervise the ancient martial arts world. Now the masters of the ancient martial arts world have come to the secular world.
He cannot tolerate black boxing, and he feels that he is also responsible.
Hearing what he said, Zhu Zhijun's face lit up and said, "Okay, let's go see him together in the evening. Your medical skills are good, and you may be able to help him. It would be great if you can get him back to the military camp."
I know that he is unwilling to change jobs and return home, and he has violated military discipline. According to normal procedures, he cannot change jobs and can only be persuaded to quit."
The car drove all the way to the small restaurant where we had dinner last time. The owner had already closed the restaurant and the outside doors were closed. Only the lights were on inside. Zhu Zhijun probably booked the restaurant again tonight.
Hearing the sound of parking outside, the boss opened the door and saw Du Qingchen and Zhu Zhijun arriving, and quickly welcomed them in.
As per the old rules, he had already cooked a table of dishes and asked Zhu Zhijun to just close the rolling shutter door when he left, and he would follow suit.
When Linglong saw Du Qingchen, she smiled and took the initiative to say hello: "Hello, Mr. Du."
"Hello."
Du Qingchen replied.
Zhu Zhijun on the other hand felt that there was something wrong with the relationship between the two. Why were they so polite after only being away for a few days?
Of course, this was Du Qingchen's matter, and he would not ask, let alone say anything on his own initiative, but he actually regretted calling Linglong here.
"I don't have anything else to do tonight. The main thing is to thank Brother Chen for saving Linglong. She has always wanted to treat you to a meal, but she was afraid of disturbing you. I asked you out as soon as I heard about it. Okay, I don't have to say anything.
He said, let’s stop this matter here. It’s just an ordinary meal tonight, nothing special. Come on, Brother Chen, let’s have a drink.”
Zhu Zhijun said a few words and then started.
Chatting and drinking, soon it was nine o'clock in the evening.
Zhu Zhijun closed the rolling shutter door and said goodbye to Linglong. Longling drove her own car, a red BMW.
"Mr. Du, I'm going back first. By the way, I'm going to the capital for a concert in a while. Are you free to come then?"
"Ah? Well, I'm afraid I may not have time."
Du Qingchen declined.
There was a trace of disappointment in Linglong's eyes, but she still smiled and said: "It's okay, Mr. Du is busy, I can understand it, but if you have friends who want to come to the concert, remember to call me and I will give you a gift then.
Some tickets are for first row seats and are not for sale to the public."
"Okay, thank you in advance."
Du Qingchen thanked him politely.
He didn't take it to heart and didn't think about going to any concert.
When you arrive in the capital, you just stay at home every day. Why don't you go out to watch a concert? Wouldn't that make Wang Lingying unhappy? Besides, he really has no interest in seeing anything interesting in the concert.