When Wang Xiang came to the first floor and saw Han Jiulin sitting on the sofa, he was obviously stunned for a moment.
Although Wang Xiang didn't know Han Jiulin's identity, he could probably guess that Han Jiulin was Ye Zhaoling's superior.
Wang Xiang originally wanted to keep his head down, ignore it, and seize the time to leave here.
However, when he arrived on the first floor, Han Jiulin kept staring at him.
The look in Han Jiulin's eyes made Wang Xiang feel at a loss and he hesitated, not knowing whether to leave or stay.
"Come here." Han Jiulin suddenly said.
Wang Xiang was stunned for a moment, then limped forward and came to Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin glanced at Wang Xiang's leg and asked, "How did the leg get injured?"
Wang Xiang replied: "During the battle, he was shot through the muscles and bones by bullets."
Han Jiulin nodded and asked again: "How much settlement allowance did you receive when you retired?"
"Three hundred thousand." Wang Xiang answered truthfully.
"Isn't it enough?" Han Jiulin took out his cigarettes, took out one, and threw it to Wang Xiang.
When Wang Xiang saw that it was a green-shelled panda, he took another look at Han Jiulin's appearance and age, and finally focused on the black windbreaker Han Jiulin was wearing.
Suddenly, I understood everything.
Wang Xiang retired from the Northern War Zone eight years ago. At that time, Han Jiulin had not yet left Linyi City.
They have never met each other.
But as a retired soldier from the Northern War Zone, Wang Xiang has always been very concerned about news from the Northern War Zone.
He knew that a new War Lord had emerged in the Northern War Zone, and he even knew that that new War Lord had been undefeated for a long time and was known as the Undefeated God of War!
Sometimes, Wang Xiang would even sigh with regret. If he could have been born more than ten years later, or not be injured and retire, he might be able to fight side by side with the new war master!
Under the leadership of the new war master, we will move forward and win every battle!
Just thinking about it makes his blood boil with excitement as he retires late!
At this moment, when Han Jiulin threw the green-shell cigarette to Wang Xiang, Wang Xiang guessed Han Jiulin's identity almost instantly!
In an instant, he burst into tears, knelt on the ground with a pop, and confessed to Han Jiulin: "Your Majesty, I was wrong!"
When he retired, he had received a settlement fee of 300,000 yuan.
Three hundred thousand is actually quite a lot!
If he lives in his hometown and starts with 300,000 yuan, even if he is not rich, maintaining a living will not be a problem.
But he just wanted to get into the big city of Jinmen.
Due to the high housing prices in Jinmen City and the problems with the education of their children, they were forced to forget their original intentions, cover up their true intentions, and become a mediocre person who was led by money.
Thinking about his fellow comrades who died on the battlefield, what qualifications does he have to complain about social injustice?
On the third floor, Ye Zhaoling broke through Wang Xiang's psychological defense. At this time, when he met Han Jiulin and learned Han Jiulin's identity, Wang Xiang himself regretted and blamed himself to the extreme without Han Jiulin saying anything!
He felt that he was sorry for the cultivation in the Northern War Zone and the words "Northern Soldier"!
"Get up, I don't mean to blame you." Han Jiulin shook his head slightly and said: "I have seen many problems faced by our retired soldiers from you.
I’m just thinking about how to properly arrange for other soldiers to retire in the future.”
Wang Xiang regretted and said: "Your Majesty, there is no problem with the placement of retired soldiers in the war zone. I went astray because I am too ambitious, greedy for money, and don't have good self-control."
"Really..." Han Jiulin's face was like a calm lake. After a long silence, he slowly said: "You go first."
"Your Majesty, please take your leave." Wang Xiang stood up, faced Han Jiulin and slowly backed away until he reached the gate of the building, then turned around and walked away.
The respect I feel for Han Jiulin in my heart can be clearly seen from this action alone, and there is no need to express it in words.
Han Jiulin looked at Wang Xiang's leaving figure. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly frowned and looked towards the safe passage.
In his perception, Ye Zhaoling had already reached the fourth floor.
There is only one person on the fourth floor, an old man with gray hair.
The old man was wearing a navy blue Mao suit that had been washed white, and a pair of handmade cloth shoes that also looked shabby. He looked like the second uncle of someone's neighborhood or someone on the roadside.
The old man was sitting on a chair in the corridor on the fourth floor, holding a cigarette in his mouth and playing a worn-out erhu string in his hand.
When Ye Zhaoling headed to the fourth floor, the old man seemed to have successfully tuned the erhu strings.
Picking up the bow, the old man didn't even look at Ye Zhaoling coming up the stairs. Instead, he shook his head and started to pull the strings, playing a famous piece of music "Horse Racing".
The intense and joyful sound of the piano suddenly filled the entire building, and even Han Jiulin on the first floor could hear it clearly.
Ye Zhaoling strolled to the fourth floor, stared at the old man, frowned and said, "The sound of your piano is so harsh and unpleasant."
The old man raised his senile eyes, glanced at Ye Zhaoling, and scolded: "Little kid, don't know how to talk nonsense. The sound of my piano is so nice!"
"Then you pull slowly." Ye Zhaoling shook his head lightly, turned around and planned to walk up to the fifth floor.
"Don't be anxious, you just went up like that, then if I stayed here all morning, wouldn't it be in vain?"
The old man snorted in dissatisfaction, pulled the bow in his hand suddenly, and a blast of true energy appeared out of thin air from the strings, like a white crescent moon, slashing towards Ye Zhaoling!
This old man is a martial arts expert with great inner strength. He has half-stepped into the realm of energy transformation. By borrowing the erhu, he can actually achieve it and release his true energy!
The two were not far apart, less than five meters away. As soon as the crescent-shaped zhenqi Gangfeng Fang appeared, it came to Ye Zhaoling's waist in an instant!
Ye Zhaoling's eyebrows were deserted. He moved his feet and a shadow appeared. He left the place instantly and escaped the sudden blow.
Then, with a hiss, the infuriating wind directly cut the iron stair railing. With a pop, it passed through the iron railing and shot into the wall, carving a deep gap in the wall!
"The little girl is very skilled. No wonder she was able to get up to the fourth floor unscathed from the hands of those juniors."
The old man smacked the cigarette in his mouth, smiled, and the piano bow in his hand made two harsh clang sounds again!
Swish!
From the two strings, a flying sword of true energy flew out from each of them. Just like the art of sword control, the two flying swords of true energy flew up and down, shooting towards Ye Zhaoling's head and abdomen!
Ye Zhaoling's face was gloomy, and he yelled angrily, clenched his fists with both hands, and struck directly at the two flying swords of Zhenqi!
boom!
A gust of strong wind suddenly swept outward from between Ye Zhaoling's fist and flying sword, making the doors and windows squeak!
The old man's gray hair was also blown up and messy in the wind, and the old man couldn't help but squint his eyes.
The next moment, the two flying swords with true energy disappeared without a trace.
Ye Zhaoling, on the other hand, stepped towards the old man!
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