After going downstairs, several servants were busy pouring tea and water for the new uncle.
Zhang Ruoyu sipped her tea, glanced sideways at Han Jiangxue who hadn't taken a shower, and said angrily: "I can smell the bad smell even from such a distance. Can you pay attention to your personal hygiene? Will you die if you take a bath?"
Han Jiangxue, who had just sat down, stood up angrily, but because she was too violent and angry, her face suddenly turned pale.
Han Jiangxue has always loved cleanliness, and even has a bit of a mysophobia. If the environment at Zhang Ruoyu's house hadn't been so bad, would she have been so undressed that she wouldn't have slept all night?
He glanced at Zhang Ruoyu with knife-like eyes, then went upstairs to take a shower with a cold face, feeling extremely desperate inside.
When Han Dong, who was observing in secret, saw this scene, an evil fire rushed straight to his forehead.
As soon as this grandson came to the door, his son-in-law not only became crazy about him, but he also didn't like his sister!
What, you are a bully in our Han family?
Han Dong ran back to the room angrily, grabbed his cell phone and called Han Shixiao: "Brother Xiao, you didn't find that grandson last night?!"
Han Shixiao, who has always been bold and courageous, hesitated and said: "Last night, we entertained a group of important people from the capital. The time was delayed. By the time we were done, it was too late. I was afraid it would affect your sister's rest."
"How can you delay my sister's important life event?" Han Dong said angrily. "Do you know that grandson came to my house? Do you know how crazy he is?"
Han Shixiao opened his mouth but stopped talking.
No matter how arrogant he is today, he can't be more arrogant than last night.
"Brother Xiao, in one sentence, when are you going to deal with him?" Han Dong couldn't bear it for a second.
"We'll start after the big shots from the capital leave in a few days." Han Shixiao said euphemistically. "Xiao Dong, you should be aware that something big has happened in Binhai in the past few days. If it gets too big, it won't end well."
When Han Dong heard about this, he suppressed his rage and asked eagerly: "Brother Xiao, is that big event you mentioned a memorial service for my idol Zhang Xiangbei?"
"Yes." Han Shixiao nodded lightly. "The memorial service will be held in three days. General Zhang's ashes will also be buried in Binhai. It is said that all the legendary figures from the Beimang Army are here. The whole city is currently on alert, and even Binhai District is on call 24 hours a day.
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Han Dong took a deep breath of cold air, fascinated.
As expected of the legendary war god and leader of Beimang whom he had admired for many years, he even caused a sensation in the whole city by burying him and holding a memorial service.
Han Dong hesitated for a moment, then his attitude suddenly changed and he said: "I can take care of the grandson's matter for a while, but there is another matter, brother Xiao, you must help me handle it immediately."
"What's the matter?" Han Shixiao was inexplicably nervous. He didn't know if he lost his confidence after being beaten last night.
"It's about my idol." Han Dong said solemnly. "As far as I know, this memorial service is not open to the public. If you want to enter, you need a pass. Brother Xiao, please help me get some tickets."
"How many pictures?" Han Shixiao's voice suddenly became sharp.
I don't know if I'm asking Han Dong how many pictures he wants to take, or if he's shocked that he actually wants to take a few pictures.
"More than forty," Han Dong shrugged. "He is the spiritual idol of our class."
"Did you drink too much fake wine?"
Over the phone, Han Shixiao's tone became extremely irritable: "Do you know that the Beimang Army is directly responsible for this memorial ceremony? The reason why it is held in our Binhai is just because General Zhang's ancestral home is in Binhai?"
"So?" Han Dong couldn't understand why brother Xiao suddenly became furious. He is not a very stable person at ordinary times. "What does this have to do with how many passes I get?"
"How come it doesn't matter?" Han Shixiao's voice got louder and louder. "The tickets were all given by Beimang. The Binhai authorities only got fifteen tickets in total, and the Binhai Navy District, as a brother force, only got ten. That is to say
, there are only twenty-five people in our entire Binhai territory who are qualified to go to the memorial site. When you ask me for more than forty tickets as soon as you open your mouth, should I go to the Beimang Army station with an explosive bag and grab it for you?"
Han Dong was so scolded that he fainted.
After hesitating for a moment, I felt that I was a bit of a lion and opened my mouth. I couldn't help but feel aggrieved and said: "How about setting up the Four Zhang Headquarters? The four brothers in our dormitory are all General Zhang's die-hards. We can't send our idol off for the last time. We will regret it for the rest of our lives."
"Which of the more than 30,000 military cadets in your school is not a die-hard Zhang Xiangbei? There are more than 3 million soldiers in the country, which one is not a die-hard Zhang Xiangbei? Not to mention the soldiers, how many ordinary citizens do not regard him as a national hero? Press
If you put it this way, do the Beimang Army have to hold General Zhang’s urn and stage a nationwide performance so that you die-hards won’t have any regrets?”
Han Dong frowned and said dissatisfied: "Brother Xiao, forget it if you can't get the tickets, don't make fun of my idol!"
Did Brother Xiao take a shot? Or was he stimulated by something? Why are you so angry today?
Han Shixiao also realized that his emotions were a little out of control. He subjectively thought that those slaps last night might have made his brain go crazy. He spat out a foul breath and said: "I really can't get the ticket, and it's impossible for the big shot in Binhai to get the ticket."
You are reluctant to give it to me, but there is someone who may be able to help you."
"Who?" Han Dong immediately became energetic and said impatiently. "Brother, my dear brother, tell me quickly!"
"Even if I tell you, you may not be embarrassed to say anything." Han Shixiao laid the groundwork, fearing that the proud Han Dong wouldn't be able to bear it.
But looking at the entire Binhai, he is the only one who can still get tickets from Beimang.
"As long as this person can get the ticket, as long as he can send the idol to his last journey, I can be his dog!" Han Dong said enthusiastically. "Brother Xiao, please stop inking and tell me quickly."