After getting off the car at the entrance of the club, Wu Jiajie handed the car to the guard to park, and walked into the club with Wang Chen.
The clubhouse of Luzhou Professionals Association was formerly a large hotel, focusing on exotic flavors.
It is said that its operator is a member of the Youyue Empire. During the turmoil that occurred more than ten years ago, he sold the hotel and returned to his homeland with the money.
The former president of the association took over this hotel and used it as the meeting place of the Professionals Association.
The decoration of the clubhouse still maintains the previous style in terms of hard furnishings, but has been slightly repaired.
Therefore, the guild hall as a whole presents a Youyue Empire style, with complicated and gorgeous handmade carpets and enamel wall tiles in various highly saturated colors.
Walking into it feels like stepping into a doll's house.
Wang Chen and Wu Jiajie walked to the handrail in the center of the hall, climbed up the stairs, passed through the rounded corridor, and opened the innermost room on the second floor.
There was a broad figure standing in the room, with his back to the door, seeming to be staring out of the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Wu Jiajie walked to the center of the room and shouted, "President, Wang Chen and I are back."
"Huh? Oh, just come back." The broad figure turned around, and it turned out that it was an old man with gray hair on his temples.
He walked around the solid wood desk in front of him and walked up to the two of them, "Sit down and rest for a while."
As the old man spoke, he first sat down on the velvet sofa in the room, casually took off the corn festival pipe he had been holding in his mouth, and tapped it on the ashtray on the low table.
After the ash from the pipe fell out, he casually opened the iron box on the table, took out the tobacco plug and filled it.
He was doing these things by himself, and it took him a while to realize that Wang Chen and the others were not seated.
He said "Oh" belatedly and waved his hand to let the waiter in the corner of the room go out.
The door closed with a "click".
Wu Jiajie's body, which was originally standing upright, immediately became flabby.
He complained casually: "The road is blocked today."
He slumped on the sofa and said, "President, whatever tobacco you smoke, give me some."
"Today's college competition, it's normal for parents to pick up and drop off students." The old man flicked the iron box on the table in front of Wu Jiajie, "Specially provided by the military, a friend brought it to me. If you want to smoke, just roll one yourself."
"I'm exhausted, can't you help me roll it?"
"Come on, I look down on you sissies who smoke cigarettes, and I will roll cigarettes for you, whether you want to smoke or not!" The old man glared angrily, his gray eyebrows trembling, as if he wanted to remove the tin box.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it myself." Wu Jiajie quickly covered the cigarette case with both hands and rolled up a cigarette with a groan.
Wang Chen sat aside and looked at the two of them getting along, but still felt a little difficult to integrate.
The old man in front of him is Wu Zhige, the president of Luzhou Professionals Association.
"Wang Chen, how are you? Want some to try?" Wu Jiajie asked.
Wang Chen raised his hand to refuse. He had no intention of trying this kind of thing for the time being.
Wu Jiajie shrugged and continued to roll cigarettes for himself.
But Wu Zhige had already lit the fire in his pipe and started puffing away the smoke.
"How are you feeling today? Are you nervous?" He looked at Wang Chen and asked.
"It's a little bit, but it's quite enjoyable." Wang Chen said with a smile.
"Well, you will have fun tomorrow." Wu Zhige said with narrowed eyes.
"Is that so? Today, the people from the Public Security Bureau, as you expected, President, plan to use public relations means to evade this matter." Wang Chen frowned, "We don't have solid paper evidence in our hands, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to break it. Pour them."
"Don't even think about knocking it over. It's difficult to clear a dish as big as the Public Security Bureau in one go." Wu Zhige smoked the handle of his pipe. "If you think about it, at least tomorrow we can give the Public Security Bureau a major overhaul."
Wang Chen thought: "Because I was invited by Mr. Yu in person?"
"Yeah. This news should have reached the ears of those rats by now. They are probably very anxious, thinking about who to push to take the blame, right?"
Wang Chen rapped his knuckles on the armrest of the sofa, "Is this possible? Does Mr. Yu really have such great energy?"
"Of course!" Wu Zhige lay down on the sofa, his fatty belly bulging like a puffing potato.
"Young man, don't underestimate that old guy. He was also a popular figure in the military back then. He was a ruthless character who dared to fight and attack."
"It was later that he was transferred to administrative work due to injury, and then he gradually became unknown."
"I didn't expect that I would see him in Luzhou after so many years." Wu Zhige said with some nostalgia in his tone.
Wang Chen asked tentatively: "Did Mr. Yu give this tobacco to you?"
Wu Zhige clicked his chin, "We are old friends. I mentioned your name to him."
He knocked on his pipe as he spoke, "But with that old guy's memory, he probably may not remember you."
Wang Chen smiled and said: "It's the same as today's acquaintance."
"You're right. After all, with him standing up for you, it won't be that easy for the people from the Public Security Bureau to just brush this matter off."
Wu Zhige blew out a smoke ring, "Although he is semi-retired now, he is after all a senior officer from the imperial capital. Those hawks and dogs recognize this the most."
Wang Chen nodded, "I understand. Then I will go back to the room to prepare for tomorrow..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Zhige interrupted: "There's no need to rush, you're already well prepared. You're a good kid, but sometimes you're too cautious."
Wu Zhige kicked Wu Jiajie's calf and said, "Go and get the terminal on the desktop for Wang Chen."
Wu Jiajie was enjoying his tobacco. He was not happy to be told this, but he still complied.
"This is it?" Wang Chen took the terminal and looked through it, "The admissions brochure of Military Aircraft University?"
"Probably so. In fact, Military Aircraft University doesn't have anything like an admissions brochure. They have no shortage of students and don't need to sell themselves like products." Wu Zhige said.
"It's just an introduction document. Old Yutou asked me to give it to you." Wu Zhige explained, "It should contain all the information you want to know."
In other words, am I not qualified to know about things that are not mentioned above? Wang Chen thought to himself.
"Thank you, President." Wang Chen held the terminal, "Can I take this back to the room and look at it?"
"Of course." Wu Zhige smiled, "But I suggest you don't look so carefully. After all, some senior officers have served for ten or twenty years and have not fully understood those inexplicable regulations."
"Most of the time they won't bother you anyway."
Wu Zhige clicked on the cigarette handle, "There are only three pieces of information that you need to pay attention to."
"The first is your treatment. Military Aircraft University does not require you to pay tuition, and it will also give you allowances and subsidies every month."
The old man smiled and said, "After all, this is related to whether you can live a more comfortable life in the imperial capital."
Wu Jiajie interjected: "I am a shareholder of Chunyehara, how much money do I still need?"
