"Teacher, let's go! Teacher, please keep the military uniforms and medals for us. If you die in battle, they will be buried for us. If you come back victorious, we will still wear the uniforms and medals. Student, Poisonous Scorpion."
Wang Tianfeng looked at the brief message in his hand and seemed to recall the scene when he left a letter to his teacher for the first time. It was exactly the same.
"You are indeed my student, Wang Tianfeng!"
Wang Tianfeng said happily, and then took another look at the clothes left by the two, and then reluctantly threw the letter and their files into the brazier in front of him.
During the whole process, Wang Tianfeng just watched the rising flames silently. Even though every time he burned a student's file, he would unconsciously feel a little sad in his heart, but he still had no choice, but he still couldn't.
Never regretted it.
…
The next day, Chongqing Airport.
"Hey, brother, our plane has been delayed for almost an hour. When can we board the plane?"
In the waiting hall, Mingtai saw that the flight was seriously delayed, but the violent storm outside still showed no sign of weakening. He couldn't help but feel anxious, so he couldn't help but ask the secret agent responsible for guarding the boarding gate.
Unexpectedly, the secret agent looked unperturbed and replied mechanically: "Sir, don't be impatient. The rain in this mountain city comes and goes quickly. I believe the plane will take off soon."
"Really? Why can't I see that the rain is going to stop at all?" Mingtai had no choice but to mumble and returned to his seat to continue waiting.
Yu Manli, who was on the side, thoughtfully brought him a cup of steaming coffee and comforted him: "Team leader, I have informed Hong Kong that the flight is delayed. In terms of the current weather conditions, it is indeed not possible."
Meets the conditions for take-off.”
"I know all this, but somehow, I just can't calm down." Mingtai said as he took the coffee from Yu Manli, "Thank you."
"Let me see, you are so eager to serve the country, that's why you can't calm down!"
Hearing what Yu Manli said, Mingtai was stunned for a moment, then took a sip of coffee and said lightly, "Maybe!"
At this moment, a voice that sounded very happy suddenly came from the door, "Where are you guys busy? Look, brothers, what good things have I brought for you? Beef, and wine! Anyone can see it?
Seriously, don’t be polite!”
As soon as these words came out, not only the agents in the waiting hall, but also Mingtai's attention was unconsciously attracted to him.
I saw that the person who came was a young man of similar age to me, but he pretended to be mature and had his hair shiny and combed into a standard "traitor style" hairstyle. He also spoke with a thick northeastern accent, which made Ming Ming
Tai immediately thought of Li Qiang, the man at home who also spoke with a Northeastern accent, so he couldn't help but look at him twice.
However, just when Mingtai was about to look away, he saw the man whispering a few words to the steward, pointing his finger at himself from a distance, and then walked over with a smile on his face with the man's acquiescence.
"Classmate Ming, oh no, I should call you Sir Ming now. Do you still remember me?"
"Who are you?"
"It's me! Lao Xu, Xu Zhongyi! Do you remember your classmate who brought you food every day after you fell ill last time?"
Hearing this, Mingtai finally recalled, "It turns out to be you, why do you look so familiar to me? You've been making trouble for a long time, aren't you from the cooking class? Why are you here, you have a mission?"
Unexpectedly, Xu Zhongyi shook his head first, then scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Actually, I came here specifically to see you, Chief Ming."
"Looking for me? What are you looking for for?"
"Um... we are all classmates, so I can say whatever I want." Xu Zhongyi swallowed hard, and then continued, "Since I was sent to a remedial class by the teacher because my assessment results were not up to standard,
I planned to work hard, but the result was... Fortunately, I got along well with the instructors on weekdays, so Deputy Director Wu suggested that I find my first mentor, Li Weigong, the current webmaster of the Hong Kong station.
Help me to speak to the higher-ups and transfer me from the student department to the class headquarters, so I came to find you."
As soon as these words came out, Mingtai immediately became alert, "How did you know that I would start from here and go to Hong Kong today?"
Xu Zhongyi chuckled, and I managed to get two boxes of American cans and 5,000 rounds of training ammunition from the logistics department and sent them to the teacher.
Only then did Mingtai finally understand why Wang Tianfeng made such an arrangement. It turned out that he had taken advantage of this guy after making trouble for a long time.
Thinking of this, Mingtai couldn't help but snorted and said angrily: "Tell me, how can I help you?"
Xu Zhongyi quickly took out a rather heavy file bag from his arms and handed it to Mingtai, "Sir Ming, here is a letter from me to my mentor and all my belongings. I'd like to thank you, Sir Ming."
I brought him the letter and the gold bar together. As for the rest, I will give it to you as my brother. I hope that Commander Ming can do this for the sake of you and my classmates. I am very grateful."
"Old Xu, I can't tell, but you are quite capable in this area!" Mingtai weighed the file bag in his hand and said with a hint of ridicule, "For you to engage in intelligence, being an agent is really awesome.
That's a shame. OK! I promised you, who will let us classmates have a fight?"
Hearing this, Xu Zhongyi was about to say thank you, but he saw that Mingtai only collected the letter and gold bars in the portfolio, and returned the rest without any change.
"Sir Ming, what are you..." Xu Zhongyi asked in confusion.
I didn't want to explain, but just snorted, "The reason why I am willing to help you as a favor is for no other reason than the friendship between us as classmates. As for the little wealth you have, you should keep it for yourself and spend it slowly!"
…
At the same time, Shanghai Ming Mansion.
"Mingtai's plane should have taken off by now, right?" Minglou glanced at his watch and said to himself.
Acheng on the side also took a look at his watch and said: "It's raining heavily in Chongqing, so the flight to Mingtai will probably be delayed."
"It's a bad start!"
"Perhaps it can give him a reminder and let him understand how difficult his task is."
"When did you become so optimistic?" Minglou smiled.
Ah Cheng did not respond. Instead, he poured a glass of red wine and asked while shaking the glass: "Brother, I have almost investigated the identity of Ah Qiang. Isn't it almost time to have a showdown with him?"
