Rebirth of the Rising Sun

"Okay, okay, my son is my son, so it has nothing to do with you. He is grown up now, and he is also a soldier under your command. Why didn't you educate him in normal times? Now look what happened, you blame me. Tell me, Bian Yongzhan, there is no such thing as an easy thing." Liang Peipei was not an easy person to deal with. When she saw that her husband blamed everything on her, how could she agree? She fought back on the spot.

“You…” Bian Yongzhan is usually afraid of his wife, but now that his father suddenly fell ill, he said a few words angrily. Now that his wife said that, his arrogance immediately subsided.

Fortunately, Bian Yongzhan arrived at the hospital at this time and came to them. "Dad, Mom, how is my grandpa?"

"How dare you say that? Isn't this all your fault? Let me ask you, why did you kidnap that female star? What do you want to do?" Upon seeing his son, Bian Yongzhan, whose anger had just subsided a little, became angry again. If possible, he really wanted to slap his son twice and teach him a lesson.

"Yeah, you said you are so old, can't you worry less about the family? Besides, what time is it now, and your phone is not turned on. If something really happens, how can we find you?" Liang Peipei also stood on the same side as her husband at this time. Maybe she also thought that her son should be properly educated, otherwise, who knows what big trouble he will cause in the future.

Facing the blame from his parents, Bian Lijun lowered his head. He knew that this matter was all his fault. Now he could only admit his mistake. He would not be able to bear it. So, he lowered his head and said, "Mom and Dad, I was wrong. It was all my fault. But can you let me go see grandpa first? I am really worried."

After all, he loved his son dearly. After hearing what his son said, Bian Yongzhan could only sigh and said, "The doctor just gave the injection. Your grandfather is resting. You can take a look here, but don't disturb him."

Half an hour later, Bian Lijun walked out of the 301 Hospital. When he heard from the doctor that his father was fine, but just had a fit of anger and needed to rest for two days, he felt relieved. Then he said goodbye to his parents and walked out of the hospital. He had just learned that the whole thing was caused by the reporter Ren Yingying, and he had decided to take it out on Ren Yingying. He thought that if Ren Yingying hadn't exposed the matter, his grandfather wouldn't have been angry and hospitalized. Ren Yingying should be the culprit of everything.

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Suddenly, two military jeeps and a military truck arrived at the entrance of the Central Xinhua News Agency. Nearly a platoon of soldiers came out of the vehicles one after another. Then, in the leading vehicle, Major Bian Lijun came out and shouted, "Search her. Arrest Ren Yingying for me."

At this moment, Bian Lijun was completely crazy. All he wanted now was to teach Ren Yingying a lesson and let her know that his family was not so easy to bully.

There were armed police soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the newspaper office. They were stunned when they suddenly saw so many soldiers coming. Then, out of duty, they guarded the gate and did not let the soldiers in. Those who were quick-witted picked up the phone and began to report the situation to their superiors.

"Damn it, whoever stops me, you don't want to live, right?" Seeing that there was still someone who dared to stop him, Bian Lijun became even angrier. He took a few steps forward and slapped the soldier who was blocking him.

"Bang!" The sound was so loud that it startled the armed police on duty. "Come here, take away their guns. If there is resistance, they will be punished by military law." Bian Lijun was furious. He didn't care what kind of influence this matter would have. He only wanted to catch Ren Yingying. He wanted to teach this woman a lesson. He wanted to let everyone know what would happen if they dared to meddle in his business.

Bian Lijun issued an order, and his soldiers executed it, disarming the armed police squad, and then they were ready to rush to the newspaper building. However, at this time, a group of people walked out of the newspaper building. The leader was a little fat, but he was indeed majestic. This person was none other than Ji Zhihong, the executive vice minister of the Central Propaganda Department, the editor-in-chief of Xinhua News Agency, and one of the ministerial-level officials of the country.

Just now in the office, he received a report from his secretary that the army was suddenly trying to force its way into the newspaper office. He was stunned when he heard it. What era was it now? Was there a war? Obviously not. If there was, he, as the throat department of the party, would be the first to know. Since it was a peaceful era, what kind of soldiers would have such courage? In order not to make a big deal, he immediately went downstairs and called some leaders of the newspaper along the way. In a short while, he was followed by about a dozen leaders, a dozen secretaries, and his two guards.

Seeing from a distance that the armed police guarding the gate had been disarmed, Ji Zhihong shouted, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

If Ji Zhihong had shouted like this at ordinary times, Li Jun would have been on high alert and stopped. But his grandfather had been hospitalized because of anger, which had made him lose his usual calmness and composure. Now he would not give face to anyone. Although he had seen who the person was and what his position was, he still shouted back without fear, relying on the fact that he was a member of the Bian family, "Deputy Minister Ji, you'd better not get involved in this matter. Hand over Ren Yingying immediately, otherwise..."

"What else?" Seeing that Bian Lijun clearly recognized him but still spoke so rudely, Ji Zhihong became even angrier.

"Otherwise, I will turn your newspaper upside down." Bian Lijun thought about it and still didn't dare to close the newspaper. This is a national-level newspaper, a government department, and it is not as simple as a private tabloid.

"Haha." As if he had heard a big joke, Ji Zhihong laughed out loud. Then, he said loudly to Bian Lijun, "Are you trying to scare me? Or are you threatening me? What right do you have to do this? I'm telling you, stop right now. I'll let it go for Mr. Bian's sake. Otherwise, you're committing a crime."

"Don't talk nonsense to me, I think you are trying to scare me." Bian Lijun was unmoved, thinking, since you, Ji Zhihong, also want to give face to my grandfather, then why should I be afraid of you. Perhaps it was because of this sentence that made him more courageous, he turned around and said to the soldiers behind him, "What are you waiting for, why don't you go in and get the person quickly."

Those soldiers only listened to him, and when they saw Bian Lijun gave the order, they were ready to rush in. Ji Zhihong saw that Bian Lijun was really crazy, so he waved his hand and said to the two guards assigned to him by the Central Security Bureau, "Stop them for me, and fire a warning shot if it doesn't work."

"Yes." The two guards nodded, and then took out their pistols and held them in their hands, pretending that they would shoot at any time if the soldiers dared to force their way in.

"Oh, is Deputy Minister Ji deliberately making things difficult for me?" Seeing that Ji Zhihong's men actually pulled out guns, Bian Lijun became a little angry.

"It's not that I'm being difficult with you, but you want to be difficult with me. I still say the same thing, put down your gun immediately, and I can pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, you will have to bear the consequences yourself." Ji Zhihong is, after all, a ministerial-level official. If he were placed at the local level, he would be a provincial governor. What an honor that is! How could he possibly surrender to a child of a noble family at this moment?

"Well, then I want to see if you dare to really shoot." Bian Lijun was still young and hot-tempered. What he could not stand the most was that others looked down on him. Ji Zhihong stepped forward to stop him from doing things, which made him very angry. At this moment, he was filled with hatred and completely ignored everything.

"Shoot." Ji Zhihong knew that the other side had a lot of people. If he didn't take decisive measures now, and these soldiers really rushed into the newspaper building, it would be a big deal. He would be guilty at that time. He was the deputy minister of the Organization Department of the CPC Central Committee and the editor-in-chief of a national newspaper, but he couldn't even solve such a small problem. How would the central leaders look at him in the future?

As soon as Ji Zhihong said this, his two guards raised their guns and fired into the sky. "Bang!" The two gunshots were so deafening that everyone present was stunned.

Bian Lijun didn't expect that Ji Zhihong would really dare to order the shooting. Although it was to shoot at the sky, the warning was already very strong. It can be imagined that if he didn't obey, the next shot would not be fired at the sky, but at himself.

After the gunshots, everyone present was stunned and motionless. Even many people in the newspaper building could only look outside. If Ji Zhihong had not ordered the staff not to go out when he walked out of the building, there would have been hundreds of reporters surrounding the yard.

Not far away, several military vehicles drove over, and on the other side of the road, seven or eight police cars were also driving over here with their lights flashing. These were people who had received the alarm call from the newspaper and knew that someone was making trouble at the gate of Xinhua News Agency. The relevant units attached great importance to it and immediately dispatched elite forces to the place.

"Don't move. All soldiers, hold your heads and squat down." The military vehicle stopped and dozens of fully armed soldiers jumped out. They shouted and controlled all the soldiers in the platoon brought by Bian Lijun. Bian Lijun was also pinned there by two soldiers and could not move.

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