Chapter 141 The Banquet of Longevity is About to Begin!
apidly ascending towards the top of the tank!A black thin strap hung down from the top of the tank, tied around Wang Zheng's waist. This rope was now continuously tightening, allowing Wang Zheng to qu...Chapter 141: The Banquet of Longevity is About to Begin!
"Yes, young people should enlist in the military." Chen Weiguo and others strongly agreed: "Today's youth lack perseverance and the spirit to endure hardship."
At this moment, Wang Zheng and Zhang Mingqi walked over. However, they didn't hold hands at that time because it was important to consider the impression made in front of so many elders and high officials.
"Wang Zheng, you're here!" Su Wanwan's eyes lit up as soon as she saw Wang Zheng. She quickly approached him and introduced: "Grandpa, this is my friend, Wang Zheng. I mentioned him to you before; he helped me get rid of that thug on the train."
Wang Zheng smiled and said: "Hello Grandpa Su, may your blessings be as boundless as the sea and your longevity like the immovable mountains."
Su Fuhua chuckled, sizing up Wang Zheng with a glance before uttering something that left people puzzled: "Good, good. Truly, youth is to be reckoned with."
Waves of rage surged through Wang Zheng's mind. He wished he had said the opposite instead—may you drown in the sea as soon as possible! This was his first encounter with the man who almost ruined his life. Now, despite his overwhelming urge to kill, Wang Zheng kept a smile while inwardly suppressing that impulse.
The destruction of Dragon Scale, the deaths of numerous brothers, and his own exile overseas—all these were linked to this old man before him.
How could Wang Zheng not hate The more he smiled on the outside, the greater the pain he felt inside!
"Only three meters, only three meters. If I kill him now, I can flee immediately. Should I act or hold back" Wang Zheng was in a moral dilemma: "At this distance, I'm certain of hitting my target."
After reconfirming the attack range, Wang Zheng's eyes narrowed as his mind struggled.
"Should I kill him or not"
If he were to assassinate Su Fuhua now, it would cause a nationwide earthquake. Given Su Fuhua's influence in China, even if Wang Zheng succeeded and fled far away today, the endless pursuit would follow, making the hope of rebuilding Dragon Scale more remote than ever. Moreover, his friends like Shangguan Shishi, Zhang Mingqi, and Sheng Fei might be implicated, their lives ruined forever. Now, Wang Zheng had many concerns and hesitated in his decision.
"This is such a golden opportunity; I can't let it slip away. It may never come again." Despite the appearance of inner struggle that lasted for a long time, it was actually decided within seconds. Clenching his fists, Wang Zheng took a light step forward with his left foot.
Just half a second more, and his body would have pounced onto Su Fuhua like a leopard!
Right when Wang Zheng was concentrating all his strength in his left foot, preparing to unleash it with full force, suddenly someone grabbed his hand. The softness of the grip instantly snapped him out of his daze.
At that moment, Wang Zheng realized he had already leaned forward slightly, like a cannonball ready to be fired. If not for Zhang Mingqi’s hand, Su Fuhua would probably have been dead meat by now, and he himself would have had to start his life of exile all over again.
Sweat beads appeared on Wang Zheng's forehead; it was cold sweat.
But how could Zhang Mingqi feel at ease when facing the most formidable elder in the entire nation However, she still managed to keep her wits about her and, while sporting a charming smile, kept an eye on Wang Zheng’s condition.
The moment she sensed something amiss with Wang Zheng, she gently pulled his hand, which instantly brought him back to his senses. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Thankfully, Wang Zheng hadn’t made any particularly extreme moves; this relief allowed Zhang Mingqi to breathe easier.
In the following years, whenever Wang Zheng was impulsive, he would recall that moment when Zhang Mingqi held his hand.
"Grandpa Su, I'm Mingqi. Do you remember me" Zhang Mingqi released Wang Zheng’s hand and said with a smile filled with respect.
“Mingqi, of course I remember you. Tian Ran often mentions you; it feels like just yesterday that she was talking about this little girl, and now look at her—she has grown into such a beautiful young lady.” Upon hearing Zhang Mingqi’s self-introduction, Su Fuhua’s not-so-clouded old eyes narrowed slightly, an action reminiscent of Wang Zheng.
Seeing Zhang Mingqi brought back memories of his little niece, Zhang Mingqi's mother. For a moment, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
This was the first time Su Fuhua had seen Wang Zheng; before this, all he knew about him were stories from his granddaughter. From what Su Fuhua could see, his granddaughter seemed to have quite an affection for Wang Zheng. But today, it appeared that this man named Wang Zheng and Zhang Mingqi shared a very close relationship. Although Zhang Mingqi’s act of gripping Wang Zheng's hand hadn't been noticed by others, the elderly grand patriarch could sense that there was something extraordinary about their connection.
However, with regard to his granddaughter's focus, he had to keep a watchful eye on him at least until he got all the details straightened out.
"Wang Zheng, looking at your bearing, did you used to be in the military" Chen Weiguo spoke up for the elder, having served as a security guard for so many years that only he truly understood Su Fuhua's thoughts.
Wang Zheng smiled and replied, "Yes, I served four years in the military before being discharged."
Su Tianran stood by and, upon hearing Wang Zheng's words, his brows furrowed slightly as he pondered over something.
"Did you really serve in the military" When it came to military service, Chen Weiguo was quite knowledgeable: "Which military region were you stationed at before"
"I served in Guangzhen Military Region. I worked as a warehouse custodian for a year and then was transferred to後勤部隊養了三年狗。”王錚說。
"不管軍銜高低，當過兵的都是好兒郎。"不知為何，陳衛國有點喜歡眼前這個年輕人，不卑不亢，看起來沉穩大氣，不禁輕讚了一句。
應譯為：“I worked as a warehouse custodian for a year and was then transferred to the logistics unit where I took care of dogs for three years,” Wang Zheng replied.
"Regardless of rank, those who have served in the military are fine young men." For some reason, Chen Weiguo rather liked this young man before him. He neither looked up nor down on others and appeared to be composed and grand; he could not help but compliment him quietly.
"Yes, I like this young man too," an old voice suddenly echoed from the entrance of the hall. Everyone turned their heads and saw a sprightly elderly man with a cane accompanied by a man and a woman appearing at the door.
"Old Han, come in quickly." As soon as Su Fuhua spotted the person at the door, he immediately got up to greet him.
The number of people who could make Su Fuhua stand up to welcome them was probably counted on one hand throughout all of Huaxia. This elderly man surely possessed such qualifications; he was none other than Han Baoguo, a founding hero of the People's Republic of Huaxia!
The middle-aged man standing beside him was famous in the military circles as the young and vigorous commander-in-chief of the Capital Military Region — Han Tuosu.
Whenever he saw Han Baoguo, Su Fuhua felt a peculiar taste in his mouth. Among all officers and generals, there were only a few who did not form cliques or factions, and Han Baoguo was one of them. Whenever Su Fuhua reached out to him with an olive branch, this stubborn old man would never accept it, which made Su Fuhua rather displeased.
"Old Han, why did you come personally" Smiling, Su Fuhua shook hands with Han Baoguo. Although both were of the same age, Su Fuhua looked much younger than Han Baoguo.
"My old comrade-in-arms is celebrating his birthday; I have to come and join in the celebration," Han Baoguo said, though he appeared vigorous, the wrinkles on his face betrayed his true age. "Old Su, it seems we've both aged."
"Yes, even at our age, we still want to do something for our children and grandchildren to make their lives easier. But life is hard for us old men too," Su Fuhua sighed softly, seemingly hinting at something.
"Our descendants will have their own fortunes; thinking too much about it is in vain. Perhaps what we give them isn't even what they want!" Han Baoguo replied in kind, also alluding to something: "Old Su, the world now belongs to young people. We old men who are on death's door might as well plant flowers and raise birds, leaving such worries behind."
Su Fuhua chuckled dryly for a moment but then said, "But even in old age, one cannot abandon the spirit of striving; your thoughts would be criticized, Old Han."
Han Tuosu looked somewhat helpless from behind. The Su faction kept beckoning to him, yet his father firmly resisted forming cliques. He and Su Fuhua had not gotten along for many years, though they rarely met face-to-face; when they did meet, it was always with barbed words.
"I don’t care about that right now, but there's an unexpected pleasure for me to share on this visit," Han Baoguo said cheerfully.
"Oh What unexpected pleasure" Su Fuhua raised his eyebrows.
"It’s that young friend over there." Han Baoguo pointed at Wang Zheng and said, "I've been looking for him for quite some time. I was hoping to chat with him, but I didn't expect to run into him today."
"He" At this moment, the look Su Fuhua cast towards Wang Zheng became somewhat profound.
"It’s nothing much. I just have high hopes for this young man. Although he is young, he is much more mature and composed than most of his peers," Han Baoguo chuckled.
"Uncle Han, please stop standing around; it's time to sit down now. Let's take our seats," Su Beijiang came up smilingly and invited them.
When Su Beijiang saw Han Tuosu, he made a fist gesture at the latter, but Han Tuosu just chuckled without responding.
It was half past eleven now; everyone who should have come had arrived. The Su family father and son were guiding these guests to their seats. At this point, the entire first and second-floor hall of the Crescent Moon Hotel was packed with people, and over a hundred tables already seated many individuals.
However, when these people saw the elderly Mr. Su and those legendary figures walking towards them, they all stood up smilingly to show their respect. Given their status and identity, this degree of reverence for these meritorious elders of China was not unwarranted.
Wang Zheng and Zhang Mingqi also stood at a distance, watching the scene unfold with smiles on their faces but no joy in their eyes.
"Old Han, let’s sit together," Su Fuhua patted Han Baoguo's shoulder and said, "Let those young people entertain themselves. We can catch up properly; it’s been a long time since we last met, so today we have to drink heartily."
"My old bones aren’t cut out for drinking anymore," Han Baoguo burst into laughter, "or should I find someone else to take my place and drink a few cups"
"Oh Old Han, do you mean to pull something off here" A glint flashed in Su Fuhua’s eyes before it disappeared.’t be able to carry out large-scale trafficking either. He won't become a major player. But for those who experience it and become extremely addicted, it's like a death sentence.""Controlling the only...