When returning to the Wuhun base, it was supposed to go to the General Staff Headquarters, but Xu Qing asked Wang Tiangang and Mrs. Bu to go first, while he rushed into the Wuhun restaurant carrying the big bag. [This chapter is updated by netizens.
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Xu Qing had not even eaten rice since morning. Xu Qing was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. He felt like he could swallow a cow alive.
The food in the Wuhun restaurant is provided free of charge to Wuhun members. It is managed purely in a military style. There are two good-looking female soldiers sitting next to the service desk. Xu Qing trotted up and said to the two of them: "Please give me a
Fast food, no, two!”
In the past, others would help with the ordering. Xu Qing only acted as a digester. Today, it was the first time for a big girl to get on the sedan. Unfortunately, neither of the two female soldiers knew the most popular person in the base.
Xiaoxu was so excited to offer him the gift, but there was not even a single person eating in the restaurant at this time.
A baby-faced female soldier said expressionlessly to the dusty daredevil in front of her: "Please show your ID and choose the food you need according to the menu."
Xu Qing's stomach was burning with hunger. Hearing the formulaic words of the female soldier, he felt depressed. He reached into his pocket and found that his ID was missing. He thought he accidentally dropped it in the car. Now he was in big trouble.
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"I'm sorry, my ID was dropped in the car just now. Can I have something to fill my stomach first?" Xu Qing felt like a beggar, the kind who carries tens of billions of dollars on his back.
The baby-faced female soldier shook her head seriously: "No, according to regulations, you cannot provide food without documents."
Xu Qing felt angry. He was fighting people to death outside, but when he came back he couldn't even talk about it. What's the big deal?
"If you don't want to eat, the worst thing you can do is go out to eat..." Xu Qing muttered in a low voice and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, the female soldier behind him said in a nonchalant manner: "You can't even leave the main gate of the base without documents, so you should be honest.
Be hungry!"
Xu Qing's back stiffened, and a figure rushed in from the door opposite him. It was the guy from Shenxing. After delivering the two corpses just now, he suddenly found a martial arts certificate in the back seat of the car. He picked it up and took a look.
Knowing that it was the boss who had left it behind, he immediately sent it over.
"Boss, your ID." Shen Xing's heart skipped a beat when he looked at Xu Qing's depressed look, and his voice also changed a few times.
Xu Qing did not reach out to take the certificate, waved his hand to Shen Xing and said: "Go, show the household registration book to the sisters over there. Just now, I made you starve."
A black line appeared in Shenxing's mind, and he secretly thought, "It's broken. The boss must have suffered from the two sisters' nagging words. This mess has caused such a fuss... I thought about it, and I didn't even take a moment to slow down."
He walked to the service desk with a serious face, spread out the ID in his hand and stretched it out.
The baby-faced soldier glanced at the ID, and her face suddenly changed. Xu Qing, this carefree young man who wants to eat two fast food, is the rumored top master of martial arts? How is it possible? The baby's face is green and white.
His upper teeth almost made his lower mouth bleed from biting it down.
Xu Qing said calmly without looking back: "Shenxing, bring your car out, let's go out to eat." After saying that, he walked out of the restaurant door. Shenxing glared at the baby-faced female soldier and took it away.
He picked up his ID and ran out.
Shenxing quickly drove the modified pickup truck, and the two of them left the Wuhun base together. Originally, the base was not allowed to enter and exit at night without special tasks, but the enshrinement certificate in Xu Qing's hand was equivalent to a special pass.
Just take it out and light it up and it will be clear.
He was very familiar with the roads in the capital city, and it felt great to be able to drive for this boss who had saved his life. He was just thinking about which high-end place to take him to have a good meal, when he suddenly heard something next to him.
There was a loud sound of water bulging and swelling.
Gululu Xu Qing protested in his stomach. He had already drank a whole bottle of mineral water, but that stuff was not enough!
"Boss, can I invite you to have dinner at the Crown Prince Club?" Shen Xing tilted his head and asked in a low voice. The only restaurant that is closest and of high quality is the Crown Prince Club, which is 500 meters away. It happens that he also has a restaurant.
A VIP card.
Xu Qing waved his hand indifferently and said: "The sooner the better, but what's said, I'll treat you."
Shen Xing did not insist, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out with a whistle, turning a corner and stopping directly in front of a very ordinary large courtyard door.
The courtyard looks a bit like a large factory on the outside. The most special thing is that it is surrounded by a nearly three-meter blue brick wall, giving people a simple and heavy feeling. Xu Qing was quite puzzled.
The place doesn't look like a place to eat. What is this guy Shenxing doing?
There were two men in black suits with serious faces standing at the door. Xu Qing noticed that they were wearing microphones on their ears, but their standing posture and aura were definitely not like ordinary security guards. This cold and solemn aura seemed to have been seen somewhere before.
Passed? By the way, the two guys from Aloa Bao have such an aura about them. Is it possible that the two men looking at the big men are well-trained special forces?
Shen Xing drove the car slowly to the main entrance, took out a navy blue card and handed it over through the car window. Xu Qing could see it clearly. The card had the words "Junior VIP" printed on it, and there was a tape underneath.
One of them in a black suit took the card, turned around and came to a card swiping machine at the corner of the big door, swiped the card and walked over. Xu Qing noticed that when this person walked, the width and width of his steps were basically the same, as if he had already formed a kind of pattern.
It was a natural habit, and this once again confirmed what he had thought in his heart. The two gatekeepers were both retired soldiers like Aroabao.
The thick electric metal door pushed open a hole, and Shen Xing drove the car in. The scenery inside was bright and cheerful, with green trees on both sides of the road, and pavilions and pavilions half hidden among the green trees. The car drove forward for two hundred meters.
Mi Guangjing parked on the left side of a four-story building that looked like an ancient palace. Dozens of eye-catching top luxury cars were already parked here. The modified pickup truck parked like a gray long-necked duck.
Entering the pile of swans, I seemed a little out of place.
Xu Qing got out of the car with a backpack on his back, and Shen Xing led him to the door. There were also two men in black suits with cold faces standing here, but there were also two beautiful greeters in cheongsam, who looked well-proportioned.
He is at the trouble level, and the smile on his face makes people look particularly friendly.
When the two entered the mén, the red light of the security inspection machine on the side of the main door flashed and made a series of rapid sounds. Two men in black suits immediately stepped forward and reached out to stop them.
"I'm sorry, sir, you can't bring knives inside, please let us keep them temporarily." A man in a black suit with a crew cut looked at Xu Qing with a serious face, his sharp eyes as if he wanted to see through people.
Xu Qing grinned and took off the Long Yuan dagger from his waist with his backhand. Needless to say, there must be something wrong with this thing, but he didn't want to leave it with him outside and whispered: "Actually, this is an antique.