The man who came was about thirty years old and was in a state of hair. He was wearing an old-fashioned military coat and walked into the hall with steps that he didn't recognize.
When the man walked in, a waiter took his military coat, and then Song Ziyu saw that this man with swollen eyes and a tired face was wearing a pair of beach shorts!
Seeing the visitor, the guests at several tables stood up to greet him.
"Brother Dajun."
"Army."
"Hello, Master Jun."
The man with a slightly swollen belly waved to everyone: "Sorry, I was just basking in the sun on the southern sea, but I flew back directly because of something. I haven't had time to change clothes yet... You can play slowly, I won't accompany you now."
After saying hello, the man quickly walked to the circle where Ye Qianqian was.
"Hello, Brother Dajun."
Everyone greeted the man one after another. Even Lin Shaofeng stood up from his seat, walked quickly to the man, and shouted in a coquettish tone: "Brother."
The man reached out and touched the man's head and smiled, then turned to look at Ye Qianqian.
"Qianqian, it's rare to see you come to my place once. It's a rare visitor today." The man said with a smile.
"Brother Dajun, I heard that you are having a fight between dragons and tigers today, so I came here specifically to see the excitement." Ye Qianqian explained.
The man smiled and said: "Zhang Laohu from the Capital Courtyard brought a few guys to take advantage of the opportunity of the Equipment Department's visit to the Central and Southern War Zone to check the warehouse, and wanted to have a try with us... No, I have never been on vacation in the southern waters of Xinjiang. Yes, I flew back immediately after receiving the call, and my Gulfstream is still parked on the tarmac of the racecourse."
"Brother Dajun, come on, beat up Zhang Laohu." Ye Qianqian said encouragingly.
"Hehe, it's natural to beat him up... Hey, who is this?" Brother Dajun looked at Song Ziyu who was standing next to Ye Qianqian.
"This is my boyfriend, his name is Song Ziyu."
Ye Qianqian's face turned red and she quickly introduced.
Brother Dajun reached out and patted Song Ziyu on the shoulder and said, "My name is Mao Dajun. You should have heard of me, right?"
Song Ziyu looked at Ye Qianqian.
Ye Qianqian quickly came to Song Ziyu's rescue and said, "Tzuyu is an outsider and doesn't understand the situation in our compound."
"Oh, I see, that's okay, everyone here is a guest." Brother Dajun said boldly.
Immediately, Mao Dajun looked at Song Ziyu and said, "Qianqian is my sister. You must take good care of her, otherwise I will not be happy, brother."
Hearing this, Song Ziyu could only nod his head.
"It's getting late. Let's go to the racecourse and wait. I'll change my clothes and come right away." Mao Dajun said with a wave of his hand.
So Song Ziyu followed Ye Qianqian to the racecourse.
"Who is this Mao Dajun?" Song Ziyu asked in a low voice.
"Brother Dajun is the eldest brother in our courtyard. His grandfather was my grandfather's senior officer... but he has passed away." Ye Qianqian explained.
"I see."
Song Ziyu seemed to understand that this Mao Dajun was a man with powerful hands and eyes.
A group of people soon arrived at the scheduled racecourse.
After arriving, Song Ziyu discovered that this racecourse was somewhat different from the one he had imagined.
I saw many dummies erected on the huge racecourse.
These dummies made of leather stretched east and west, stretching into the distance. Song Ziyu noticed that many of the dummies still had arrow clusters stuck in their bodies.
It turns out that the racecourse is not just for horse racing!
Just when Song Ziyu was looking at it in fascination, a majestic tall horse rushed out of the fence like lightning.
The man on horseback held the horse's belly with his hands empty and jumped towards a dummy with a bow and arrow in his hands.
Still thirty or forty meters away from the dummy, the man bent his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at the dummy and shooting.
The arrow feathers turned into flowing light, and the next second they were inserted into the dummy.
The sturdy knight drew back his bow and pulled on the reins, then turned his horse's head with great satisfaction.
Seeing this scene, a group of people on the racecourse burst into cheers.
The man walked to the side of the crowd, got off his horse, and couldn't help but praise: "It's a good horse, it's full of explosive power."
"Tiger is mighty!"
"Brother Tiger is domineering."
"Brother Zhang, you are so awesome."
The man's friends were full of praise, and the man's face became more proud.
Seeing this scene, the young people on Ye Qianqian's side all looked timid.
"Is this Zhang Huhu? He really deserves his reputation!"
Someone sighed.
"With what he showed, I'm afraid we can't compare..." a little girl said timidly.
Another person snorted: "It's normal to not be able to compare. Zhang Xiaohu is an active military attache of the Capital Garrison. He is an outstanding talent who was selected head-on."
Hearing this, Lin Shaofeng sneered and said, "You guys are either afraid of fighting, or you are trying to embolden other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige. It's really a shame."
Seeing Lin Shaofeng angry, everyone shut up.
Song Ziyu touched his chin, thinking that Lin Shaofeng seemed to have a very high reputation among these young dandies.
Ye Qianqian said in Song Ziyu's ear: "Today I will open your eyes and see the spirit of the younger generation of our country, Yuxia."
While talking, Ye Qianqian was gearing up and was actually a little eager to give it a try.
"Do you want to come too?" Song Ziyu asked.
"Of course." Ye Qianqian said calmly: "The Central and South War Zone retains one of the only two cavalry battalions in the Yuxia Kingdom. I am the first to win first, and my riding skills are no joke."
While speaking, Ye Qianqian's eyes looked at Lin Shaofeng standing not far away intentionally or unintentionally.
It's a pity that Lin Shaofeng didn't respond. This cold handsome man didn't even look at Ye Qianqian.
"Hahaha, my brother Xiaohu!" Mao Dajun's voice came from not far away.
At this time, Mao Dajun had changed into a hunting suit and appeared at the racecourse. He was smiling and walking towards the man who was riding a horse and shooting arrows.
Behind Mao Dajun, two capable men in hunting attire followed suit.
"Dajun, you have gained weight again." Zhang Xiaohu said.
Compared with Zhang Xiaohu, who has a strong figure, Mao Dajun does appear to be bloated.
Mao Dajun laughed and said: "Tiger, you haven't changed at all. You know my shortcomings as soon as we meet. You all come here and say hello to Brother Xiaohu."
Mao Dajun said to Ye Qianqian, Lin Shaofeng and others, as if he was a big brother.
In fact, Mao Dajun is also the eldest brother of this gang of dudes.
"Hello Brother Tiger."
"Brother Tiger." Lin Shaofeng's girlfriend Jiao Didi shouted.
"Hello, Master Hu."
"Welcome Young Master Tiger to Nandu."
Zhang Xiaohu was very impressed. He turned around and looked at the brothers he had brought with him and said, "What are you still doing? Why are you calling me Brother Dajun?"
"Hello, Brother Dajun."
"Brother Jun."
Mao Dajun looked at these young people and couldn't help but ask: "Are they all from the capital?"
"They are all juniors from the uncle's family in the capital war zone. Bring them here to see the world." Zhang Xiaohu said.
"Then who is this?" Mao Dajun's eyes were very sharp and he saw the man wearing a black windbreaker standing behind Zhang Xiaohu.
