In fact, it can't be called emotional exchange, it's just a common affair. I go to my brother's place to have a meal in the evening, and my life is quite comfortable.
"When are you going to go home? The old man wants to see you by name."
"How do I know this? I can only say that I tried my best."
Han Cheng sat on the sofa and looked at the director of the intelligence center in front of him. Who would have thought that he would be promoted.
"You said you took the initiative to go to our place because of the director of the intelligence center? Last time I saw you were still a school officer, now you are considered a general officer."
"No, I am taking the lead. If you make up your mind to kill me, I can only blame myself for my fate."
Han Han poured two glasses of wine from the side and walked over and handed them to Han Cheng.
"You are always like this, seeking wealth and wealth through danger, but that's fine, because with your character, you can escape anything."
Han Cheng is still very relieved about his brother. How can the old fox who survived the Northern Expedition live without two brushes?
"Yes, all this is for the interests of the party and the country. As long as it is in line with the interests, my life can be taken away at any time."
Korea walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside, and drank the wine in his hand.
"So, there will be conflicts between the two of us because we are both such idealists. Your beliefs and the beliefs I pursue are two extremes and irreconcilable conflicts."
"How long has it been since the two of us sat together and talked."
Han Cheng suddenly asked.
"We have to wait six or seven years, right?"
"No, it's been eight years. You have been busy since you joined the army. You come home very late at night and don't know what you are busy with?"
"So you resent me a little?"
Han Cheng smiled. He was not resentful. He was just telling the truth.
"Resentment? Where does it count? You and I have different choices. I can't blame you, and you can't blame me."
"Want to eat an apple?"
"You know, what I hate most is apples."
When Han Cheng saw the apples on the table, he had a physiological reaction and waved his hands repeatedly. He has never liked eating apples in his entire life.
"You said we were born from the same mother's womb. If you don't eat chili peppers, I will eat chili peppers. If you don't eat apples, I will eat apples. In the end, the two of us ended up fighting together."
"The fate is different, the road is different, let's go."
We chatted briefly for a few words, but there was nothing to talk about between the men, so it was enough to just talk.
"When are you going back home?"
"Didn't I tell you? I really don't know."
Han Cheng was also very conflicted about going home. He didn't know when he would be able to go home.
"well……"
There is really no way around not being able to return home, and it is also a regrettable thing for the two of them.
"Comrade Hancheng, I see you are very familiar with that Kuomintang officer?"
"Yes, that's my brother. How can I not be familiar with it? During the last stage of the Long March, he personally led a team to kill me. How could he not remember it deeply?"
In fact, when it was dug out from the depths of his memory, this memory was still full of anger. At that time, Han Cheng thought that he was here to kill him. However, the real reason could not be verified, and he could only express his own subjective assumptions.
"Your brother is so cruel that he personally brought people to kill you."
"He has his reasons, and I have my ideals. There will definitely be a fight between us, and we can't escape it."
After Han Cheng finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his room.
The mission has dedicated security personnel responsible for security. The division of areas will be finalized at the cocktail reception tonight and the formal signing will be signed tomorrow. No wonder the Chinese like to finalize business at the dinner table, eat and drink, and touch each other's private parts.
It's almost done, and then just choose a condition that both parties can accept, or that they don't want to accept at all.
At the accompanying banquet in the evening, there were five or six people chatting and joking around everyone. Han Cheng was sitting in a corner holding a wine glass. He didn’t understand the etiquette rules at the reception at all. Looking at those people who came specifically to negotiate,
They have all received special training, and their communication styles and walks are all carved out of the same mold.
"What? Why don't you go and chat with the others?"
"It's nothing, I can see it more clearly from the side."
South Korea looked at Han Cheng sitting on the sofa in the corner with a questioning look on his face.
"What are you looking at? Look at this friendly and peaceful atmosphere?"
"No, I want to see how many of these people can survive."
At this time, the Han family was in Shanghai. Although the Han family was not a wealthy family, their eldest son was serving in the military, but he was worth millions and owned a garden villa.
"Dad, news came from South Korea a few days ago."
"What did Yingchuan say? He came back to tell me to beat his own brother!"
The old man was very angry, but he had no choice. Who allowed two such disasters to appear in the family, making people have to worry about them.
"Dad, you have also lived in the army, and there are some things you have to do. Yingchuan, this is also a military order."
"Sigh... I didn't mean that. Why can't the two parties cooperate together?"
For the old man, the most despised thing is fighting each other. The Beiyang generation has killed enough people, and they are still killing more. The killing has never stopped in the past hundred years.
"The parties have cooperated before, but as you can see, the Kuomintang betrayed the agreement and began to massacre the Communist Party. This has already shown a problem. The two parties cannot be integrated. If we don't fight now, there will be a war sooner or later."
The old man waved his hand and stopped the second sister from continuing.
"Stop talking, eat, eat!"
No one at the dinner table dared to speak anymore. The young mother next to her was the old man's second son. Because she was his second son, her status in the family was not very high. Even after having a son, the old man had no intention of straightening things out.
The mother of this Xu Xian was the original aunt of the three siblings Han Cheng and Han Ying from South Korea. Her mother and she were ordinary sisters. When they were young, a serious illness took away the life of this original mother. When she was dying, her mother passed away this ordinary sister.
The sisters recommended it to the father of the three siblings, Han Yanshou, the former regimental chief of staff of a certain unit of the Beiyang New Army.
"Old man, I haven't told you what news the boss has brought back. Please listen."
"Well, Minzhi, tell me, did the boss shoot his younger brother to death?"
The old man slapped his chopsticks on the table and asked helplessly.
"Dad! The Xi'an Incident has been resolved, and there is no more war. Over in Xi'an, we are discussing specific matters for peace. South Korea has seen his brother. He said that his brother has grown up. He asked us what we want to say to his brother."
The old man's eyes turned red unknowingly, and he hurriedly picked up his chopsticks and bowl to eat. As a soldier, he rarely cried, but when he heard the news about his youngest son today, he really thanked God for confiscating his son.
"There's nothing to say, just live, just live."
"To extend your life, eat some food."
Minzhi looked at his father and mother covering up, who could not know what was going on.
"Mom, do you have anything to say to your brother?"
"Tell him to be careful, our family can't afford to lose anyone."
"I know this and I will convey it to you."
Han Ying nodded solemnly and took a few bites absentmindedly. She didn't know what to say to her brother now.