"Xiao Qin, let Lin Lin have a few drinks with you tonight..."
She was happy in her heart, and her attitude changed. Just now she said that Qin Feng would not be allowed to drink, but in the blink of an eye Tang Xiulian changed her tune. When encountering something happy, she would naturally drink some wine.
"Okay, Auntie..."
Qin Feng was not pretentious. He had a straightforward character. Coupled with the state of mind of a powerful warrior, Qin Feng didn't even bother to hide his emotions.
After Meng Lin returned from sending Dr. Wu back, Mr. Meng pointed to the "Preface to Orchid Pavilion" written by Qin Fengxian on the table and said: "Meng Lin, have this picture framed and hung in the main hall."
Most of the things hanging in the old man's living room are his own calligraphy and paintings. Being able to give up the main hall space to Qin Feng's calligraphy is no ordinary compliment.
"Grandpa, what do you say about that calligraphy?" Meng Lin looked at the scroll on the table and said, "Grandpa, how about... can you copy this calligraphy for me for a few days?"
Meng Lin is also a person who knows things. He knew that the calligraphy Qin Feng brought was far more precious than the copybook he wrote on the spot, so he naturally wanted to take it back and enjoy it for a few days.
"Go, go, go, you are so young and want to play with things to lose your mind?"
The old man glared at his grandson angrily. When he borrowed the Shenlong version of "Lanting Preface" from the Forbidden City, Mr. Meng couldn't put it down. Qin Feng's calligraphy was even better than the Shenlong version of "Lanting Preface", even if it was his own grandson.
, which is also not from the outside world.
"Yeah, you always pretend that I didn't say anything." After hearing what his grandfather said, Meng Lin couldn't laugh or cry. He should have thought of it a long time ago. His grandfather has always had the habit of not borrowing calligraphy, paintings and books.
"Dad, hurry up and go eat. The food is getting cold..." Seeing her son slumped, Tang Xiulian quickly changed the subject and helped the old man out of the wing.
"Qin Feng, why are you talking until now?" Seeing Qin Feng, grandpa and others entering the restaurant, Meng Yao hurriedly greeted them.
"Ahem, now that you have a boyfriend, do you forget about grandpa?" Mr. Meng coughed a few times and looked unhappy.
"Grandpa, where can I find it?" After hearing the old man's words, Meng Yao turned around and held his grandfather's arm, hanging on the old man's body like a koala.
"Hey, I can't hold you up. If you want to play with this, go find Xiao Qin." Seeing that his granddaughter was still as bored with him as she was when she was a child, Mr. Meng was greatly relieved and laughed.
"Qin Feng, is my illness okay?"
Seeing his grandfather smiling so happily, Meng Yao also guessed that his condition was probably not serious, otherwise his grandfather who always loved him would not be so happy.
"It's nothing serious, but I have to go out in a few days to find some Chinese medicine for you..."
Qin Feng had to speak up this time, otherwise he wouldn't know how worried Meng Yao would be if he didn't hear anything from him for several months.
"Well, pay attention to An Chuquan!" Meng Yao nodded sensibly. She knew that if she wanted to stay with Qin Feng forever, she would need to cooperate with Qin Feng to cure the disease.
"There is probably no communication signal where I go, so don't think too much..." Qin Feng explained again that the cause of Meng Yao's illness was heart disease in the first place, and this new disease appeared again before the old disease went away.
"I know, it's really verbose."
Meng Yao wrinkled her nose when she heard this. Her behavior as a little girl stunned Mr. Meng and others. Meng Yao always had a calm temperament at home, but she had never shown such an attitude before.
"Ahem, let's eat!" The old man sat down on the main seat and motioned for everyone to sit down.
When the Meng family ate, they still adhered to the ancient saying that eating is silent, so except for Meng Lin who kept raising his glass to toast Qin Feng, no one else spoke anymore.
Moreover, the old man ate very little. He only ate less than half a bowl of rice and then stopped. Qin Feng and others naturally speeded up. He and Meng Lin drank a bottle of Maotai in just ten minutes.
After finishing the meal, Qin Feng also said goodbye. He could see that the old man was already a little tired.
"Xiao Qin, please stay with me more often..." Mr. Meng waved his hand and said, "Meng Lin, go and see Qin Feng off..."
"Grandpa, I'll send it to you too!" Meng Yao, who was helping his mother clear away the dishes, raised her head.
"Okay, girl, help grandpa go to the house. I'm a little tired." Mr. Meng tapped Meng Yao's forehead and stood up tremblingly.
"Yes, Grandpa!"
Meng Yao made a gesture to Qin Feng to make a phone call. Anyway, the relationship between the two of them was now clear, and they no longer had to be afraid of answering Qin Feng's calls in front of their mother.
"Qin Feng, let's go..."
Meng Lin greeted Qin Feng and accompanied him out of the restaurant. He originally had a good drinking capacity, but he drank a little hastily just now, so he was a little restless.
"Qin Feng, you should have a passport, right? Give me your passport tomorrow."
After sending Qin Feng out of the gate of the house, Meng Lin said: "The day after tomorrow, no...the day after tomorrow, you come and get it, and I should be able to apply for a visa to Russia."
"Brother Lin, let's go farther and talk." Qin Feng glanced at the two guards inside the door, pulled Meng Lin out and walked more than ten meters before stopping.
"Huh? What's wrong? Both of them have been with my grandfather for more than ten years, and they won't talk nonsense."
Meng Lin looked at Qin Feng with some confusion. He just used his connections to apply for a visa. For people like them, it was nothing at all.
"Brother Lin, don't worry about the visa."
Qin Feng shook his head and said: "Brother Lin, I went to Russia to find Millennium Ginseng. Think about it, if the Russians find it, will they let me bring it out safely?"
In China, old wild ginseng that is hundreds of years old can be sold for tens of millions of yuan, and it is still expensive but not marketable. You can imagine what the price of old ginseng that is thousands of years old will be.
Moreover, the place Qin Feng went to this time was a ginseng reserve in Russia. Not to mention that he would not be allowed to pick it at will. Even if he picked it, he would not be able to bring it back through normal channels.
So while eating just now, Qin Feng had decided not to go through official channels when going to Russia this time, so that even if something happened in the future, he would not be able to find out who he was.
Originally, Qin Feng was not prepared to tell Meng Lin about this plan, but what he wanted to do in the future was closely related to Meng Lin, and I believed that Meng Lin would not get in the way.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Meng Lin couldn't help but wake up from his drunkenness. He grabbed Qin Feng's arm and said, "Are you going to sneak out?"
After working as a police officer for so many years, Meng Lin was naturally sensitive to this kind of thing. He said angrily: "Qin Feng, can't you go through some legitimate channels? Do you have to do something illegal?
"
"Brother Lin, if possible, I would also like to go there in a big way."
Qin Feng shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "But I am going to pick Russian treasures. Do you think I can bring that ginseng back through normal channels?"
"This...this is true..."
Meng Lin patted his head when he heard Qin Feng's words. He knew that the Russian border had very strict control over the picking of wild ginseng, and the penalties for those caught were very severe. Otherwise, I am afraid that domestic ginseng pickers would have gone there to make a fortune.
Got rich.
Meng Lin rubbed his aching brows, thought for a long time, and then said, "Otherwise, let's ask the Russians through diplomatic channels to see if they have reserves of thousand-year-old ginseng?"
Ever since the iron-blooded leader of Russia came to power, the relationship with the country has always been good, so thinking about it in Meng Lin, if the Meng family uses diplomatic means, they might be able to get a thousand-year-old ginseng from their hands.
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"Brother Lin, Yaoyao's disease requires fresh ginseng with more powerful medicine."
Qin Feng shook his head and said: "Do you think the Russians will send manpower to go to Siberia to pick ginseng for us? And the ginseng they picked must be thousands of years old?"
Qin Feng had already thought of the plan mentioned by Meng Lin before, but placing his hopes on others was definitely not Qin Feng's style. Instead of asking Russia for help, he might as well pick it up himself.
"What you said makes sense."
Meng Lin was so drunk that he frowned and said, "But it is too dangerous for you to go to Russia alone, and if you are caught smuggling at the border, the police there will really open the door."
Gun..."
In principle, Meng Lin also has to divide things. Meng Lin can be regarded as loving the house and the bird. The matter involves his sister, and he can't help but care about Qin Feng's safety. If there is no illness of his sister, it is estimated that Qin Feng would have said this to him.
It's time to take out the handcuffs.
"Brother Lin, those are not problems. I have my own channels to get out."
Qin Feng waved his hand and said: "Black and white seem to be distinct, but in fact black and white have long been confused together. Sometimes the law does not necessarily represent white. It is just a difference in cognition. I know you
I’m still worried about my imprisonment, but I still want to say that I did nothing wrong..."
Qin Feng knew that his uncle had always had a strong sense of justice, but now he couldn't help but say a few more words.
Just like when Qin Feng killed four people in a row and was imprisoned, can it be said that he did something wrong? Even if Qin Feng was given a choice now, he would still do it without hesitation.
"That incident was indeed not your fault..."
Meng Lin sighed and said, "If it were me, I would probably do the same thing. Meng Yao's position in my heart is as important as your sister!"
"Brother Lin, as long as you understand."
Qin Feng smiled when he heard this: "For Meng Yao's illness, the process of how to get the two medicines is not important, but the final result is the most important..."
"Okay, you convinced me."
Meng Lin thought for a long time and finally nodded and said: "I will find you some outdoor survival equipment tomorrow. You have to be prepared where to spend the winter..."
Meng Lin also knew about the scarcity of old wild ginseng. He did not expect that Qin Feng would be able to meet a thousand-year-old ginseng with great character as soon as he went to Siberia. That was really unrealistic.
