Go wild! son-in-law

After returning from town for a day, Cao Heng finished his acupuncture treatment and left Caojia Village with Jiang Mingyi on his back, carrying the Chinese medicine prepared by Cao Zhi'an for himself.

The day after arriving in the provincial capital, the Central and South Provincial Government held a grand donation ceremony and signed a formal contract in the presence of thirty media outlets.

After being interviewed by the media, the purpose of this trip has been achieved. Let the media participate in the hope of washing away the reputation of being a soft-hearted person through donations. I didn't stay for the dinner because I was too pressed for time and got on the plane to Beijing.

How can Old Man Gou say hello? Otherwise, if he is unhappy, he will freeze his property and use his influence to gain influence in Beijing.

Others don't know where their money comes from, but he knows it very well. During the execution of the mission, he was not allowed to have any contact with the country. He even had to bear the name of a wanted criminal and did not receive a penny of allowance.

During the training period, there will be a monthly living allowance of 2000 yuan. Basically no one will be eliminated in the third year. Each trainee will have [-] yuan in foreign exchange as a later period.

An hour and a half later, he landed at Beijing International Airport. He contacted Old Man Gao before departure and he arranged for the driver to wait outside the airport. As soon as Cao Heng left the airport, he saw a tall middle-aged man and trotted over, "Uncle Song, thank you for your hard work. .”

Song Ziwen is the old man's driver and bodyguard, and will follow him when he is not at work.

Any child from the [-]th Division would call him Uncle Song affectionately when they saw him. It could be said that he had watched them grow up.

He has a relatively silent personality, which suits Old Man Gao's taste. Song Ziwen started the car and looked at the young man in the rearview mirror, "The chief knows that you will be back today, so he got off work early and prepared meals for you at home."

"He is a workaholic. Can the food he prepares be eaten?" In my impression, Old Man Gao had an indescribable affection for the canteen. He spent all spring, summer, autumn and winter in the workplace canteen, and I lived with him for half a year without seeing him cook a pack of instant noodles.

This guy's personality has not changed, and his words are still sharp. In his eyes, people who cannot be flattered by others are just ordinary old men, and they can quarrel whenever they want.

As a driver, I often witnessed the famous scene where he angrily threw a cup at the commander. I know the leader's character very well. He is rigid and cannot be refuted, and he will not use power for personal gain. He is tolerant of the bastard Cao Heng.

Leaving the bustling commercial main street, the area you enter next has no vehicles or pedestrians, and there are hundreds of meters of blue brick courtyard walls on both sides of the road. There is a sense of oppression coming towards you. The old blue courtyard walls are simple and solemn. The atmosphere here is solemn.

A group of old people at the peak of power in the Republic lived in the compound. The armed police on duty stopped the car and saluted. Song Ziwen showed his pass and looked back at Cao Heng, "Go down and open your suitcase for inspection."

If someone else came to pick him up, he might explain that there was nothing he could do, and that he had to follow the procedures and be more understanding... In this case, as Old Man Goriot's security guard, anyone approaching would be checked. Even if someone succeeds in a sneak attack, the first person to fall is the guard.

They will regard their tasks as more important than their lives. Cao Heng will not have any complaints. When you get out of the car, you first check whether you are carrying any weapons and open your arms for inspection by the armed police. There were only a few changes of clothes in the suitcase, and the armed police gave them a standard military salute to let them go.

I wanted to reciprocate the gift, but I only looked like a soldier during the first year of training. What I have to do in the next two years is to remove all traces of being a soldier in order to survive the mission.

There are many people with high intelligence in criminal organizations, and some details in life may reveal their identities.

The black car stopped in front of an old two-story building with vines covering the walls. Cao Heng opened the door and got out of the car without waiting for Uncle Song to open the door for him.

Knowing that he would definitely do it, everyone regarded themselves as Old Man Goriot's son and the future successor of the Fourteenth Department.

I have been to this place several times during training, but I have never returned once during my seven years of overseas missions. As a wanted criminal with several lives on his hands, he would either be caught or shot to death if he returned home without permission from the organization.

The last mission failed, and I was allowed to return to China due to physical reasons. I restored my previous identity and needed treatment. I lived here for half a year, and it felt like going home.

The door was open and I walked straight in. A sense of desertion hit my face. This feeling was very depressing and made me feel uncomfortable. There was a sense of sadness in my heart. There were two black and white photos on the wall on one side of the living room. I clicked on two of them. Genxiang, this happens every day when I live here. I have never seen the mother and child in the photo. I only heard about them from others.

There were occasional sounds of spatulas and iron pots scraping in the kitchen. He put down his suitcase and walked to the door of the kitchen. He looked at his thin back and said, "I'm back."

Gao Kang stir-fried the food in the pot without looking back, "Put your luggage in the east cabin on the second floor where you used to live. The bedding is new and no one lives in the house. I am too busy at work and the previous quilt is moldy. I I’ve already asked someone to throw it away.”

He wondered if he was hallucinating, and his words were inconsistent. Old Man Gao said so many words at once, which was simply an anecdote. He didn't know how to answer, so he nodded in response, "Yeah!"

Turning around and picking up the suitcase, Gao Kang also turned around and looked at his tall, thin back, and said, "Put your things down and come down to eat."

When I returned to a familiar room for the second time, the quilt on the bed and other daily necessities were all new. The only thing that hadn't been changed was the bed. It was 'Gao Zhijun' who slept with him. If he were still alive, he would be almost forty.

There are traces of his own life. There is a photo frame on the table, and inside it is a photo of a young boy wearing camouflage with a young face, and his eyes are very determined. Cao Heng couldn't remember when it was taken, and it wasn't a specially staged photo. It was a photo captured during training.

Comparing myself before going on the mission to now, my appearance has not changed much, my height has changed, my childishness has faded and I have become more mature. Picking up the photo frame on the table in a daze, Old Man Gao became interested.

During the six months they got together after returning to China, he left early and came back late every day. The two of them had little communication. The most they could do was ask if they had eaten. He doesn't care about physical problems. Originally, I wanted to live in the work dormitory, but he arranged to live here.

Unable to adapt to the boring environment, Cao Heng wanted to find a topic to talk to him, but he was just a work machine. How could someone without a life talk to him about daily necessities, love, hate, and love.

"Forget it! It's better to go down first and return to Jianghai in two days at most. It would be too embarrassing to find a topic to talk about." Cao Heng smelled a burning smell as soon as he left the bedroom.

In the kitchen, the old man was at a loss. He wanted to simmer the chicken, but the water boiled dry. Cao Heng saw him watering the chicken in the iron pot. He was a little clumsy, and his serious and rigid body had a little more smoke. "How many dishes have you cooked?" ?”

After finally trying to make a meal, Gao Kang threw away the spatula in displeasure, took off his apron, turned around and left the kitchen without saying a word, and sat on the sofa in the living room to drink tea.

It’s hard to wait for him to cook for you. You still have to do it yourself. Cao Heng dug out a bunch of ingredients from the refrigerator. It was still early and he could cook a few more dishes. It’s been a long time since he’d seen his friends who had trained together. ,

I wanted to make an appointment to have a meal together, but this was not my home. I leaned against the wall and stretched my head out, looking at the angry old man on the sofa, and said, "Um,... Chief, I want to invite Lou Lei and the others to my home." Eat, you see..."

The tea was brought to her lips. When she heard him asking for her opinion for the first time, her hand stopped, "You young people have something to talk about. When the time comes, I'll call you and I'll go out to pick it up."

"Okay!" Cao Heng felt like a primary school student who wanted to take his classmates home to play. He was delighted after asking his parents for permission and immediately called Lou Lei and asked him to notify the other two people to come over for dinner after get off work.

For a big boss like Gao Kang, the ingredients are exclusively supplied, and there is a special department responsible for their lives. Cao Heng prepared all the ingredients he needed before starting the fire.

I didn’t prepare the ingredients that took a lot of time to process, so I just cooked a few simple home-cooked dishes...