Looking at this large villa full of General Zhang Xiangbei's temperament, Brother Lin's scalp was numb and his back was sweating profusely.
The living room was filled with trophies, merit medals, including some of General Zhang's world-famous personal belongings.
The photos on the table and on the wall are either General Zhang's awarding photos, or photos with General Long Fei, the current marshal of Beimang, the Eight Heavenly Kings of Beimang, and even many big shots who can only be seen on TV.
Many people looked very humble when taking photos with General Zhang.
It’s like being guided by General Zhang...
General Zhang’s nephew, Zhang Ruoyu, cannot be said to be much the same as the nephew of the Lin family’s female devil, but they can only be said to be exactly the same.
The only difference is that Zhang Ruoyu is not wearing Beimang military uniform.
In the photos, General Zhang always wears a straight and meticulous military uniform.
Of course, there are also differences in temperament.
Brother Zhang has a bit of a comic temperament about him, while General Zhang has a strong sense of oppression just by looking at the photos, even a little bit intrusive.
Otherwise, those big shots wouldn't be so reserved when taking photos with him and shaking hands...
The villa is filled with items of all sizes. Although the living room is huge, there is no place to stay.
After Lin San brother entered the house, he didn't even dare to sit down. San'er always felt that General Zhang hanging on the wall was always looking at him, and he felt a little scared...
In the end, to prove that I was here.
He took out his mobile phone and bravely took a photo with General Zhang's photo, General Zhang's personal belongings and merit medals...
Show these photos to prove that even if he can knock down a whole bunch of big shots in Yanjing City with a brick, he can still be his father.
"What are you doing?"
The entrance of the villa.
Zhang Ruoyu appeared at some unknown time.
He stood with his hands behind his hands and glanced at Brother Lin lightly.
"I——" Brother Lin was so frightened that he almost dropped his cell phone to the ground.
"You want to expose me? Expose me? Blackmail me with evidence?" Brother Zhang pressed forward step by step, staring at Brother Lin coldly.
"I didn't." Brother Lin was dumbfounded.
"Then why are you taking photos?" Zhang Ruoyu asked calmly. "And taking these confidential photos?"
"I just want to show off..." Brother Lin said frankly.
Even though Brother Zhang was not wearing the Beimang military uniform at this moment, his heart was still as if he had been struck by lightning and he was sweating profusely.
Brother Zhang is Zhang Xiangbei and Zhang Ruoyu.
Damn it, this old man must know, otherwise he can’t tell me not to look, not to ask, and not to tell!
"What kind of photos do you want to show off? Wouldn't it be better to just bring two things with you?" Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.
"I don't dare..." Brother Lin's pupils shrank.
There was no excitement at all for a moment, just fear and confusion.
These are all valuables belonging to General Zhang. Even if he had a hundred courages, he would never dare to touch them.
"Why don't you dare?" Zhang Ruoyu pursed his lips and said, "I'll give it to you."
Before Brother Lin could speak, Zhang Ruoyu frowned and said, "Hurry and get it, my wife is urging me to go home."
Brother Lin didn't even look at it and picked up a shelled dagger.
The weight is very heavy, the texture is full of texture, it looks like a sharp knife, and it is also very expensive.
Seeing that Brother Lin picked the most valuable treasure in the house at once, Zhang Ruoyu's eyes flashed coldly and he said calmly: "This knife was General Zhang's favorite during his lifetime. He followed him on the battlefield and killed countless enemies..."
"I will keep it safe and never let it down..." Brother Lin vowed.
"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu turned around and walked out of the villa.
He seemed to pay no attention to anything in this room and had no interest in it.
Even when General Zhang frequently visited Beijing, he rarely stayed overnight here.
It's not that I'm not used to living there, but it's just that it's too noisy and people are always visiting, which seriously affects the quality of sleep.
Brother Lin carefully locked the door and put the key under the carpet, then trotted to follow Brother Zhang and drove to the city.
Along the way, Brother Lin secretly glanced at Brother Zhang in the rearview mirror from time to time.
He was shocked and roaring, but he didn't dare to hold back a fart.
How dare he ask?
The capital official announced that General Zhang had died in battle.
The result is still alive.
Not only alive, but fucking sitting in the car.
In his pocket, he also carried General Zhang's favorite sword during his lifetime...
He made a lot of money tonight. He just wants to send General Zhang home and quickly offer General Zhang's personal sword. If the old man doesn't mind, he wants to hang it in the middle hall to protect future generations...
"You won't expose me, will you?"
Zhang Ruoyu's plain voice suddenly sounded from the back row of the carriage.
"Of course not..." Brother Lin's scalp went numb and he raised his voice and said, "I will keep Brother Zhang's secret to the death!"
"I don't care. The main thing is that the country has officially announced it. If you say it, the country will lose face and lose its national integrity." Zhang Ruoyu said.
This has risen to the level of losing the national integrity...
How dare Third Brother Lin be careless?
"Delete the photo." Zhang Ruoyu patted Brother Lin on the shoulder, but the latter was so excited that he almost drove the car into the river. "If you really want to leave a souvenir, take a photo with me, the pixels are not as good as those with me."
Are the photos 10,000 times better?”
Brother Lin stopped the car on the side of the road and deleted the photos without saying a word.
But taking pictures with Brother Zhang doesn’t seem to be interesting...
Especially, there are a bunch of photos with men on my phone, which feels a bit weird...
Zhang Ruoyu saw that Brother Lin showed no signs of taking pictures with him, so of course he understood what was going on in his heart...
He is not wearing a military uniform, and he has no other aura to prove his identity. He just took a photo with a Beimang cook. This photo is of no use...
"General Zhang just keeps to himself. In daily life and work, he still comes into contact with some people." Zhang Ruoyu said meaningfully. "Let's just say that everyone in Longqian Courtyard has seen General Zhang and recognizes him.
."
Brother Lin suddenly woke up.
yes!
Aren't those who can't recognize General Zhang just a bunch of cowards?
Who among the truly awesome top bosses has never dealt with General Zhang?
San'er, the situation is too small!
Brother Lin complained crazily in his heart, looking back frequently and making secret glances at Brother Zhang.
Zhang Ruoyu closed his eyes and rested his mind, and retaliated: "But after talking about national affairs all night tonight, my energy and energy have been consumed too much. I am not in good condition and my complexion is not good, so I won't take pictures."
"——"
Brother Lin's heart was bleeding and he wanted to hit his head on the steering wheel and die.
"Has your car been registered with the security group?" Zhang Ruoyu suddenly asked.
"Not yet..." Brother Lin was hit hard again.
As soon as he entered the room, his legs went weak and he started brainstorming. He had already forgotten about registration.
"Don't come here again." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "If you break in without permission, you will be shot in the head."
The night when Brother Lin and his first love broke up were not as heartbreaking and painful as tonight.
"I see that my aunt's attitude towards you has improved a lot. Don't fawn over me to please my aunt in the future. I am no longer valuable to you." Zhang Ruoyu said lightly.
"——"
Brother Lin heard it.
General Zhang is taking revenge on himself, a dehumanizing revenge!
Rather than trying to please his aunt, he wanted to please the world-famous Beimang legend General Zhang!
That is a myth that is dead, but not completely dead!
