The man sitting across from him smiled elegantly and gently, "Let me introduce myself, Wen Tong, the chief fighting instructor of the Yangzhi City Patrol Bureau. The patrolmen all like to call me Mr. Wen. This time I was ordered to protect Mr. Zhu.
We have found out that many of your escort team are people installed by major companies. I've taken care of them for you. You can rest assured. "
Zhu Xian frowned and said, "Are you sure?"
"I'm pretty sure."
Mr. Wen said very sincerely, "These companies are trying to influence and influence your decision-making. The purpose of placing people around you is to ensure that they can complete business."
Zhu Xian also became serious.
Mr. Wen smiled and stood up from his seat, "I won't disturb your meal. Don't worry, I will be responsible for the rest of the security. I will ensure that you arrive at Yangzhi City smoothly."
Zhu Xian seemed to be in a trance for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that the person on the opposite side was gone. There were only the rhythmic sounds of the train wheels and the sound of his assistant swallowing saliva. He glanced outside to make sure he was still on the moving train.
He thought for a while, stood up, walked to the carriage door, took the handle, waited for a moment, and slowly opened it. He saw the security guards outside falling one by one on the carriage wall, and everyone's head was cracked at this moment. opened.
Moreover, the brain tissue inside the head looked charred and dry, and hot steam was still coming out. It seemed that the sudden high temperature heated the entire brain tissue, causing the skull to crack.
The assistant was a native of Yangzhi. When he saw this situation, his legs went weak and he said in horror: "Crack, the skull-cracking demon..."
Zhu Xian looked at it for a few times, closed the door, and returned to his seat. He pondered for a moment, took out the application form placed at the bottom, signed it quickly, and said to his assistant: "Send it." Let's go back."
Half an hour later, inside Wuyi College, as soon as Cheng Zitong got the news, he immediately called Chen Chuan, "Xiao Chuan, your application process has been completed. I didn't expect that the civil affairs chief would send your application while he was still on the train. The application has been approved. It seems that this civil affairs minister is very supportive of Wu Yi’s work and thinks highly of you."
He said a few more words, then hung up the phone. Looking back, he saw his uncle Chengshang was sitting there drinking tea, and said, "Second uncle, look..."
Cheng Shang raised his head and said, "I will go back to the General Administration in the next two days, and I will bring his file and application form back with me. Zi Tong, you are not doing well on your own, but the student you teach is pretty good. Look, Your father has ignored your ability in this area before coming here, why don't you come back with me this time?"
Cheng Zitong returned to his seat and chuckled: "No matter what I do, the old man has something to say. He seems to be the most capable in the world. Now he is in charge of his students and I am in charge of mine. It is best if the two have nothing to do with each other."
Cheng Shang shook his head and said, "You have the same temper. No one is willing to bow down first. Forget it, I don't care about you either."
He slowly took a sip of tea and sighed, "The tea brewed with water from Yangzhi is the best." He shook his head again, "The filtered water from Central City has no taste."
Cheng Zitong chuckled, "Second uncle, you are a person who is used to eating meat and says it doesn't taste good."
Cheng Shang glared at him, and then said in a deep voice: "There are many opportunities in Central City, but you also have to bear a lot. It seems that there is always a hand behind you pushing you forward, and there is no way to stop.
Even when I got here, I was still thinking about things in Central City, for fear that I would miss something during the past few days in Yangzhi, or that others would know something. I don’t know. "
Cheng Zitong didn't take it seriously: "This kind of place is suitable for students like me to go to. I believe my students can adapt."
"Okay, how many times have I heard you praise me."
Cheng Zitong said dissatisfied: "I have taught such a student, so I am not allowed to praise him. If the old man can praise his students, can't I?"
Cheng Shang said angrily: "It's up to you, I won't stop you. I'll go back in two days anyway. You can praise me as much as you like, but..." He said slowly: "That place in the main hospital, It’s not that easy to treat, it’s up to him whether he can stand firm or not.”
In the dormitory of first-class students, Chen Chuan, Luo Kaiyuan, and Wei Dong came back from lunch at noon. When they saw that the internal delivery box seemed to be full again, they took out the letters inside.
When he returned to the dormitory, he looked through them and found that most of them were invitations to classes. It was just a letter sent by an assistant teacher named Qiu.
He thought for a while and remembered that this was the one who was following Mrs. Ni. After opening it and reading it, the content inside said that Mrs. Ni had something to explain to him, so she asked him to come over when he was free.
Does Mrs. Ni have anything to do with me? Is it a matter of Xuejun Dao? Think about it, this is the only thing. If so, you should pay attention to it.
In the afternoon, he chose a suitable time and came to the training hall where Mrs. Ni lived. After he found Assistant Qiu there, the latter took him to the reception room and gave him a cup of tea. Wait, go and find the old lady yourself.
After waiting for only five or six minutes, Mrs. Ni walked in from outside on crutches. Assistant Qiu
Supporting her from behind, Chen Chuan stood up from his seat when he saw her.
Mrs. Ni said: "Sit down, Xiaoqiu, please go outside and watch. I have something to explain to this young man."
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When Assistant Xiao Qiu went out, Mrs. Ni sat down and said slowly: "Young man, your mother's name is Yu Zhen, right?"
Chen Chuan glanced at her, nodded, and asked, "Does Teacher Ni know my mother?"
In fact, it wouldn't be surprising if they really met. The mother of the predecessor was also a fighter and a native of Yangzhi City. She spent her childhood in Yangzhi. But now she suddenly called him over to talk about this. What is the difference between the two? Origin?
Mrs. Ni said: "We know each other, and it seems to be some fate. The master she studied with was my junior sister. About ten years ago, your mother once entrusted something to her. She told her that if her If your child is admitted to Wuyi in the future and has the opportunity to go to Central City, give him this thing. If he doesn't succeed, forget it.
As for my junior sister, although she is not young, she is a restless person. She has been abroad for the past ten years, so please leave this thing here with me. Since you are expected to enter the central city, the things I left here will be returned to you today, which can be regarded as a worry for my old man. "
As Mrs. Ni said, she placed a small package on the table, "Take it and take a look."
Chen Chuan stepped forward and took the thing over. He found that it was very light and looked like a notebook.
Teacher Ni said: "I have not read the contents inside. You can rest assured that I have lived a long life and am not interested in the affairs of you young people."
Chen Chuan said seriously: "I believe Teacher Ni." Then he asked: "Has Teacher Ni met my mother?"
Old Mrs. Ni nodded and said: "I met her once. She is a pretty and charming little girl. She has a very flexible mind but a very stubborn temper. I saw her compete with her classmates and lose more than ten times, but she still gritted her teeth and stood up. But every time She was able to take advantage every time, but she still didn’t win that time. It was said that she won another contest later, but I didn’t see it, which was a pity.”
Chen Chuan nodded and said solemnly: "Thank you very much, Teacher Ni, for taking care of it all these years."
"No need to thank you. My junior sister paid the storage fee. If the time comes and you don't go to Central City, I will destroy these things as agreed."
Chen Chuanhua: "Teacher Ni, if I could see this senior again, could you possibly say thank you to the junior?"
Mrs. Ni said: "If I can see her again, I will bring her to you. Well, I know you young people are impatient and don't like talking to old people like me. You should go back early."
Chen Chuan nodded and said goodbye to Mrs. Ni. He came out of the training hall and came to the door. He thought about it. Looking back now, when Mrs. Ni gave him the knife as a gift, it was probably not entirely because of the monthly exam. that matter.
He quickly returned to the dormitory, closed the door, and opened the small package. He found that the thing was a notebook, which was full of broken pages. They had no connection with each other and could not tell what the contents were. .
At this moment, his heart moved, because he recalled that there seemed to be a similar book in his old house, and he thought that he would go back to his old house.
He didn't go back before because the cause of his predecessor's death was unknown, and he didn't have enough force to protect himself at that time. And now he has a new protective clothing, and
After making the decision, he did not act immediately. Instead, he waited until the holiday in early October, put on all the protective equipment, and said hello to acquaintances including Cheng Zitong in advance. Then he put the Xue Jun Dao on his back and rode out the door.
After leaving the city, I rode north for more than an hour and arrived near a small river bend. I saw a house on the other side of the river. This was the old house left by my parents.
There was a big house about half a kilometer away. Meng Shu used to live there, but there were only servants in her house and no adults. Because there were few people nearby, the two children often played together at that time.
It looks relatively remote here, but the ground is relatively flat, and there is a spacious road outside. It was built during the great development and is still in use today.
Just looking at the traces around me, no one has come here for more than a year.
He took a detour to the lower reaches of the stream, found a cobbled road in a shallow bay, rode over it, and stopped in front of the house, and looked up.
This is a quite large house with five rooms and a large living room. There is a corridor with eaves outside. In my memory, the predecessor often walked up and down the railing when he was a child.
As for his predecessor, he was hit by a pebble and died last time in the corridor. What happened next was after his arrival.
He walked over with the cart, stood up outside, stepped on the creaky wooden steps to the door, took out the key and opened the door, then gently pushed it open, took a look, and walked into the house. .
