Lin Zihan, who walked out of the gate of Emgrand, stood at the gate of Emgrand, but did not get in the car.
His eyes scanned the street in front of the Dihao Gate from one end to the other. This road is the widest street in the entire southern capital, with eight lanes in both directions. Apart from smooth walls, no debris can be seen on both sides. The only thing that can be seen is What surprised Lin Zihan was that the Dihao gate faced an alley and looked out of place.
"It stands to reason that Wang Qin seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, how can he still tolerate the existence of this alley." Lin Zihan said lightly, his eyes fell on the depths of the alley, which was surrounded by high walls and could not be seen. There was only a glimmer of light, only darkness.
"Master, are you really still willing to believe him?" Huang Zhizong stood behind Wang Qin. Looking down from the top of the high building, he could see Lin Zihan parked next to the car and not getting in.
"He is the only surviving genetic human, and he is also the work that my mother poured her blood into. Even if I don't believe in him, I can't send him into the abyss with my own hands." Wang Qin looked through the window and saw the woods downstairs. Han, also saw that alley.
"Do you know? Uncle Huang, I once hid in that small alley, waiting for my mother to appear alone, but I never waited." Wang Qin looked at the entire towering wall, A crack and an alley made the entire street look irregular.
"Let the construction team under Dihao seal up that alley." Wang Qin said lightly, taking one last look at the alley that he remembered, the alley that carried countless memories, where he once had A day as dark as an alley.
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"I wonder why your Excellency comes to my residence?" Zhang Hanjun looked at Lin Zihan. Ever since Zhang Hanjun left the military and Dihao retired, no one has been to the Zhang Residence for a long time.
"General Zhang, or should I call you Mr. Zhang Ge?" Lin Zihan looked at Zhang Hanjun with a contemptuous smile on his lips.
Looking around the room, Lin Zihan looked at Zhang Hanjun's classical courtyard. He could build such a courtyard in an urban area where land is at a premium, an independent three-story building, and all the strange things in the courtyard. Lin Zihan felt that just one plant was worth a lot of money.
"Everything is just a common name, why should you care about those false names." Zhang Hanjun sat in front of his desk, studying the ink carefully. On the desk hung twelve writing brushes made of blood wolf king wolf hair.
While Zhang Hanjun was studying ink, Lin Zihan did not say anything to disturb him, but waited there quietly. Even though Lin Zihan knew that he would definitely have a bad relationship with Zhang Hanjun when he came today, Lin Zihan did not want to disturb anyone's interest. .
"You are still the first person who is willing to wait for me to grind the ink." Zhang Hanjun carefully placed the ink block on the square box aside, then picked up the brush and gently dipped it in the ink in the inkstone, and wrote eloquently. There were writings written like dragons and phoenixes dancing on the paper.
"I'm curious, what makes you willing to trust the once chaotic military, rather than continue to be the support behind the scenes of Dihao." Lin Zihan watched Zhang Hanjun stop writing, and then solemnly hung the brush on the pen holder again. above.
"Do you want to be Dihao's lobbyist, or what?" Zhang Hanjun looked at the last drop of ink on the brush, then slowly walked to the tea table next to him, carefully washed, brewed, and brewed the tea. …
Time passed unknowingly and a long time passed. In front of Lin Zihan, there was another cup of light tea exuding a strong fragrance. The color of the tea was not strong, even a little light. It was a delicate and small tea cup, and it was just enough to drink it in one sip. Down.
Lin Zihan was not in a hurry to drink tea, but was waiting for Zhang Hanjun to continue pouring water and turning the pot. A cup of tea poured briskly between the teapot and the teacup. The aroma of the tea blew into the forest with the gust of wind blowing in from outside the house. In the cold nose.
"This is Ji tea. Although the color of the tea is a little lighter and the aroma is not outstanding, the aroma of tea in the mouth is the best among teas." Zhang Hanjun boasted of the tea in his hand without shame, and slowly said He picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
Although Lin Zihan does not drink tea often and knows little about tea, this does not mean that Lin Zihan is not interested in tea. On the contrary, Lin Zihan's favorite drink is probably tea.
This may be because as a killer, Lin Zihan can calm down in the fierce battles with blood and the feverish pleasure of killing. This is because making tea always requires effort and thought.
Following Zhang Hanjun's example, Lin Zihan also picked up the tea cup, which was no bigger than Lin Zihan's palm, and drank it all in one gulp. The warm tea filled the cavity, and a thick and layered aroma slowly lingered. It aroused Lin Zihan's taste buds.
First there was a light tea aroma, and then there was the smell of old grain tea, which spread slowly, and then suddenly the taste was like a dead branch, with a slightly sour and bitter taste. The sourness gradually faded away, leaving only the taste. I felt a kind of bitterness, which was not as irritating to the nerves as coffee. On the contrary, it was extremely soothing, as if I was in a tea forest.
"The taste of this tea is indeed full of layers." Lin Zihan looked at the wet tea cup. There was still a drop of tea left in it, which revealed a little bit of tea color. It was very light, but very eye-catching. In the white cup Very conspicuous.
"There are not many people like you who like drinking tea at such a young age. My son doesn't like these things." Zhang Hanjun's expressionless face suddenly showed a smile, and his attitude towards Lin Zihan was also different. No matter how indifferent he is, he is actually much kinder and kinder.
"Maybe it's because I'm mentally old." Lin Zihan smiled bitterly. He didn't think that Zhang Hanjun showed a deep understanding of the city as Wang Qin said, nor did he show the greed that Wang Qin said. .
"Since you are willing to stand up for Wang Qi, I think you should also know that there are not many people who can make me change my mind." Zhang Hanjun poured a cup of tea for Lin Zihan again, and then slowly looked at Lin Zihan, There was more power and coercion in the smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Of course I know it, so I don't intend to be Dihao's lobbyist. The dispute between you and Dihao is undoubtedly a dispute of former interests, and it is also a matter between you. I don't want to get involved." Lin Zihan did not act as he expected. In that way, you can move out of your identity as an advisor to the Empire Federation, because what is fake will always be fake.
"So what do you want?" Zhang Hanjun couldn't help but become curious when he saw that Lin Zihan hadn't mentioned his identity until now. The hand holding the teapot trembled slightly.
A few drops of tea splashed out and landed on the tea table. Zhang Hanjun frowned and looked at the few drops of tea on the tea table with displeasure.
"I haven't thought about it, I would like to hear Mr. Zhang's opinion." Lin Zihan said nonchalantly, not caring about Zhang Hanjun's expression at all, because after seeing Zhang Hanjun, Lin Zihan really didn't know what to say. .
"Actually, the tea is good tea, but it was not in the teacup, but fell on the tea table, so it should be wiped off." Zhang Hanjun said, picked up a small silk cloth, and carefully wiped off the tea. Wiped off a few drops of tea on the tea table, and then looked at Lin Zihan with satisfaction.
"So I just want the tea to be poured from the teapot into the teacup instead of falling on the tea table." Zhang Hanjun said leisurely, ignoring Lin Zihan at all, and got himself a cup of tea again, then picked up the teacup and drank it. Drink it all.
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By the time Lin Zihan walked out of Zhang Mansion, it was already late at night. There was no joy or anger on Lin Zihan's face. He had an expressionless face, as if he had just woken up.
"Is the matter settled?" Chen Ling was already waiting at the door of Zhang's residence at some unknown time.
"..." Lin Zihan did not respond, and there was no indication of what was going on on his face. His expression seemed a little solemn, "No, he and I didn't talk about Dihao, nor the military, let alone... …”
"?" There was a big question mark written on Chen Ling's head. It had been almost ten hours since Lin Zihan entered the Zhang Mansion. Chen Ling thought that Lin Zihan had already won over this veteran figure in the military, but he didn't expect that Lin Zihan... Not even talked about.
"Then what have you been doing for the past ten hours?" Chen Ling asked. At this moment, Chen Ling was a little worried that Lin Zihan would be brainwashed by Zhang Hanjun. After all, those veterans of the military were all top lobbyists, instigating The little bit of resentment in people's hearts is a top-notch master.
"Drink tea." Lin Zihan said something that was obviously impossible to occupy ten hours in an almost plain tone, but for Lin Zihan, the most important thing in these ten hours was, Just drink tea.
"Ji Cha." Lin Zihan even said the name of the tea again, as if he had been brainwashed, like a wooden doll.
"Let's go back. Some things should come to an end." Lin Zihan looked at the shocked look on Chen Ling's face and just smiled softly, then walked straight into the car.
Chen Ling, who stayed where he was, was still immersed in how indifferent Lin Zihan looked when he said the word "drink tea".
"Get in the car." Lin Zihan rolled down the special car window. The ripples on the car window are to prevent snipers from focusing their eyes on the car window. If a person's eyes are fixed on those circles, Within two seconds, you will feel dizzy.
In the Zhang Mansion, Zhang Hanjun stood on the balcony, holding the last cup of tea. He looked at the car parked far away from the front door. He also happened to see Lin Zihan's angular face as he rolled down the car window and felt a little nauseous in his heart. out of joy and worry.
