Du Yuesheng sat on one side and gently twirled his fingers. The dim candlelight danced between the two of them, and his sharp eyes like blades seemed to pierce Han Baihang.
As his breath gradually calmed down, Du Yuesheng's head began to spin. How could it be such a coincidence that when he went out with this person he had just met, he was chased by Wang Yaqiao?
Decades of life experience have made Du Yuesheng no longer believe in coincidences. The reason why he did not immediately deal with Han Baihang was not only his skills, but also the gun on his waist.
Looking at Du Yuesheng's rolling eyes, Han Baihang was thinking about how to escape. He didn't expect that things would actually happen to this point.
After a few thoughts, a bright light flashed in Han Baihang's mind, and a piece of unofficial history about Du Yuesheng appeared in his mind.
Suddenly Han Baihang started laughing, slapping his thighs and laughing wildly. Du Yuesheng was stunned for a moment, and asked with a cold face: "What are you laughing at?"
"Brother Yuesheng, please forgive me. I really thought of something that couldn't be more ridiculous. I couldn't hold it back for a while. I'm sorry, I'll forgive you." Han Baihang held his hands towards Du Yuesheng and said apologetically: "I would like to ask Brother Yuesheng
One question, is it okay?"
Du Yuesheng raised his feet and patted the soil on his cloth shoes. His eyes fell on Han Baihang vaguely, and then he looked out the window. Several figures flickered in and out of sight.
"Brother Baihang, if you have anything, just ask."
"I wonder, Brother Yuesheng, who is working now?"
"The joke is, of course, our Uncle Huang!" Du Yuesheng looked at Han Baihang with a mocking look, and said with disdain: "You don't even know this, so you stupidly want to come to Shanghai, right?"
"That's not true, but I think Brother Yuesheng seems a little dishonest about this issue?"
Du Yuesheng's eyes flashed, and he followed Han Baihang's gaze to his right hand, where he saw a pure gold ring on his middle finger.
"Brother Baihang is joking, come here, the guests have been sitting here for so long, why haven't you served tea yet!" Du Yuesheng took off the ring on his hand without leaving a trace, put it in his arms, and faced the people outside the door.
Roared.
Seeing Du Yuesheng's little moves, Han Baihang didn't say anything, but just watched his performance quietly, as if he was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.
After a while, a boy came up with two tea bowls. Du Yuesheng said with a smile: "This place is simple and there is no good tea. Brother Baihang will make do with it."
"It doesn't matter. A rough soldier like me can't taste the quality of tea, so it doesn't matter."
The two chatted casually for a while, as if the question they just asked had never happened at all, but rather like friends they had not seen for a long time. They seemed very affectionate. After finishing a cup of tea, Du Yuesheng covered his forehead and said: "Brother Baihang, forgive me, little brother."
I'm too drunk, so I'm afraid I won't be able to spend much time with you."
Han Baihang took a look at the sky outside. It was already late at night, and there was no point in staying any longer. He stood up and said, "If you're bothering me, I'll take my leave first."
"Uh, what are you talking about?" Du Yuesheng stood up unsteadily, looking drunk, holding Han Baihang's hand and said: "Brother and I hit it off as old friends today, how could you just leave like this? Could it be that you dislike it?
me?"
"Brother, what are you talking about? It's just that I have some things to do at home and I really can't stay out for a long time."
"Hey, what are you talking about? I can't let my brother go without saying anything today."
The two of them were tugging and tugging, and Han Baihang had already arrived outside the door. The night outside was like water, and the white moonlight shone on the two of them like mercury.
"Brother, please don't send me away. I will definitely come to visit you some other day. Then, please don't dislike me."
"Brother, what are you talking about? I will be waiting for you when the time comes. Don't make any more excuses then."
"I'm sure, brother, stay away, little brother, I'll take my leave first."
After chatting for a long time, Han Baihang finally got rid of Du Yuesheng, turned the corner and spat into the ditch next to him, "It's so damn tiring to deal with these people, his grandma is so stupid."
After Han Baihang left, Du Yuesheng's drunken state immediately disappeared without a trace. He took out the gold ring from his arms, threw it into the ditch next to it, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Yuesheng, who is he? Why did he let us pigs stop fighting in the middle of the competition?"
A deer-headed rat-eyed man came out from the side, came closer and asked Du Yuesheng. Du Yuesheng snorted angrily, glared at the man and said, "Don't ask questions when you shouldn't!"
Glancing towards the place where Han Baihang left, Du Yuesheng squinted his eyes, thoughtfully. The moonlight pouring down made the person's figure elongated, as if it had been kneaded into a strange-shaped mud ball.
After walking out of the alley, Han Baihang returned to the street. The noise immediately covered his ears. Compared with the tranquility just now, it was like entering another world.
After calling a rickshaw, Han Baihang reported the name of his hotel. Sitting in the car, he slowly began to recall the history he knew in his previous life.
The impact of the Zhi-Wan war seems to have not affected this city. In this case, the maneuverable space seems to be larger, but according to his current identity and status, he cannot touch those crucial things.
important location.
How to solve the problem of nearly one million military expenditures is still a difficult nut to crack. Yang Zhenhua said it with full confidence, but Han Baihang also knew that he should not place too much hope on him.
But what should we do if we don't rely on Yang Zhenhua, a local snake? Using force is undoubtedly courting death.
Ever since he traveled through time, Han Baihang had never felt so aggrieved. Whenever he thought of Huang Jinrong, he felt a headache and couldn't help but sigh.
"Master, we're here."
A soft call from the coachman brought Han Baihang back from his thoughts. Han Baihang opened his eyes tiredly, threw a few coins to the coachman, and walked into the hotel with the latter's voice of gratitude.
As soon as he stepped into the door, Han Baihang felt a different smell. Having just escaped from death, Han Baihang's heart suddenly jumped up. He carefully opened the door and saw his guards sitting around him.
Inside the house, there was silence.
"It's so late, what do you want to do without taking a rest?"
"Company commander, I..."
"Take it when you have something to say, and let it go when you fart. Don't hesitate like a bitch." Han Baihang was already in a bad mood, and when he saw a few soldiers who looked like dull men, he became even more angry and said angrily.
He yelled at several people.
"Company commander, we..."
Han Baihang followed the gazes of several people and looked towards his bed, only to see one of his subordinates lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his calves twisted in a very weird posture.
