At night, the two brothers came to a bungalow, and the old man was waiting at the door. Two people in different uniforms got out of the car. The old man couldn't explain how he felt, but it would be good as long as he came back.
"It's great that you're back. Your sister has hosted a huge welcome party for you here. It's just our family."
Han Cheng looked at the bungalow in front of him, shook his head and said nothing. He glanced at his brother and asked, "What's going on? Is the family so rich? In fact, South Korea doesn't know. He only found out today that the old man was arranged."
Here, I can only give my brother a don't know expression.
"Okay, dad, you lead the way."
The old man entered the house on crutches. Han Cheng touched his brother and glared hard.
"How can you, the President of the Communist Party of China, not even know about your own family affairs? I thought you were the one who arranged it."
"It's not me. I've been busy negotiating with Duke Zhou these days. Do you think I'm relaxed?"
South Korea argued that at least he was confused when he came here because his sister didn't tell him everything. The most hateful thing was that his subordinates didn't tell him anything.
"Then you can do this? You are still the dignified Nanjing Intelligence Director, is this your level?"
"It's not at this level, otherwise you would have died in my hands."
My brother tried to reason with me, but it didn't make sense anyway. Once I got in, everything would become clear.
"Oh, sister, I really didn't know you had such a fortune? Such a big house must cost a lot of money, right?"
Korea casually threw his coat on the sofa and sat down on it.
"It's free of charge. This is not my house. What should I spend? Zhichuan is here, come and have some fruit. The meal will be a little late, and there are still people who haven't come back."
"Hey, okay."
Han Cheng didn't know what was going on. Han Cheng also looked at him with a questioning look on his face, while his father sat on the sofa with his eyes closed to relax.
"Dad, this house?"
"You're not young anymore. If you don't understand some things, don't ask. It's rare for you to be confused."
South Korea wanted to ask, but his father pushed him back.
"Come on, come on, eat some fruit, this loquat is still delicious."
Han Cheng didn't think so much, at least for now, it was useless to think so much. But looking at his father's appearance, he basically knew that he had something to do with his sister. Her sister just said that it was not his own house.
"Don't eat it. If anyone finds out about this, I will send it to military law."
The loquat he was chewing was suddenly taken away by his brother. This helplessness cannot be described in words. I don’t know whether my brother really doesn’t understand or pretends not to understand. But it seems that my brother is really anxious. He is so anxious.
No need to think about it anymore.
"Sister said just now that it's none of your business. She didn't buy the house. If she didn't buy it, how could it be bought by you? There can only be one result. Someone bought a house for my sister to live in. Then who is it?
If he is willing to give my sister a house to live in and also allows my father to move in, he must be my sister's suitor."
After saying that, he snatched the loquat back and gnawed it. The loquat at this time was still sweet and sour, unlike the later loquat which looked big and tasteless.
"Where's mom?"
"Your mother is busy in the kitchen making hot dishes. She doesn't know where she got such Western food. She's afraid that I won't be used to it, so she went to stir-fry some side dishes and fry some peanuts."
The old man, who had closed his eyes to meditate, opened his eyes, and finally the house became lively.
"Pah, pah, pah."
As he was talking, someone started knocking on the door.
"Who is here again?"
While he was talking, his sister came over and opened the door. A large number of people came in. They all seemed to be busy calling from the Western restaurant, right?
"Brother, these are not ordinary people."
"Did you just realize that? Without me, this is just a comparison. I can understand that you are still the same as before, not giving me any favors."
These people are all Western service staff, and their attire says it all. It’s just that these hands have gun calluses on their index fingers. It can be seen at a glance whether they have killed someone or not, even if they have not.
That is to say, you changed into a beggar's costume.
"What's the meaning?"
"I won't say what you mean. It would be disappointing to say it."
South Korea will no longer delve into this topic. He knows what he does. At least on the surface, you can't show it and you have to be happy.
"I'm going to see if there's anything to eat. I'm a little hungry."
"go Go."
After his brother left, the old man looked at his youngest son.
"Is your brother so relieved that you are here?"
"No way, did those people see it just now? There must be one or two among them, so we all keep some things in our hearts, and we all know it without saying it."
The old man nodded and continued to rest with his eyes closed. Han Cheng continued to eat his Pipa, and sure enough, the waiter took some and placed it on the table. There was a bottle of red wine and two glasses next to it.
"Isn't it time to eat yet? How about a bottle of red wine?"
"Yes, if you are hungry, you can drink some red wine and eat some cream cakes."
The waiter stood in a corner, looking straight at the people on the sofa.
"Well, now that we're in Nanjing, I have to try this thing. None of us have ever seen it before."
He picked up a cup on the table, poured himself a glass of red wine, then took the cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Well, it's too sweet. No wonder you put red wine in it."
"Where does this red wine come from? It feels good when you drink it."
In fact, there is no red wine at all, the only purpose is to eat. Try everything you have never eaten before, taste them all, and the rest is to spend the night peacefully.
When Korea arrived at the back kitchen, people working in the back kitchen were handling ingredients. Then he nodded to a person he knew well and checked to see if there was anyone around.
"I'm sorry to trouble you tonight, please help me say thank you to Director Wang."
The people around him didn't talk to each other and continued to be busy with what they were doing. After confirming the situation, South Korea also brought a plate of side dishes from the kitchen and placed it on the table in the living room.
"Come on, eat, eat, eat. We've been busy all day. Let's have something to cushion us."
Anyway, the two brothers started eating and drinking. The meal was not served and they didn't dare to ask.
"Hey, everyone is here today?"
"Xiao Wang, you are back. Minzhi has been waiting for you to serve dinner."
As soon as Wang Zongyao entered the living room, the old man's attitude was obviously different. He was extremely enthusiastic. The two brothers who were eating on the sofa were stunned for a while. At this time, the three people also saw it, but their expressions were obviously very stiff.
"Hello, I am Wang Zongyao."
"Hello, Mr. Wang, I'm here to unify South Korea."
The eldest brother stood up first and shook hands with Mr. Wang.
"Red Army, Hancheng."
Han Cheng had no choice but to put down the food in his hand and shake hands with the young and promising Mr. Wang. In fact, Han Cheng knew each other. Mr. Wang and Han Cheng had fought in the past. I can only say that the two people at the dinner table today
They are all his old rivals.
There was a battle with this man at the beginning of the Long March, but in the end we won, but it was just a victory.