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Song Fengchen and the two turned their heads.

Next to the stone lions under the steps of the hospital, the middle-aged man in the Chinese tunic suit he had just seen in the ward walked over unhurriedly, followed by three young men with serious expressions, who should be bodyguards or something.

"Comrade Chen?" Song Fengchen remembered that was what Wen Tingwen called him at that time.

Chen Bingwen stood one meter away from Song Fengchen and bowed his body.

Song Fengchen nodded slightly, counting it as a salute, thought for a while, and said, "Mr. Chen has seen me before?"

Chen Bingwen said with a smile: "That's not true."

Song Fengchen looked at him and expressed his willingness to hear about it.

A gust of hot wind blew, Chen Bingwen covered his mouth and coughed twice, his face turned pale, and the young man standing by his left quickly unscrewed the kettle in his hand and handed it over.

Chen Bingwen pushed away the young man's hand, barely suppressing the discomfort in his body, "I'm sorry."

He took a breather and continued the topic just now: "Zhao Chugong from Dong County is my subordinate. I heard him talk about Mr. Song half a month ago."

"I see." Song Fengchen nodded.

Chen Bingwen paused, and continued: "I originally planned to visit Mr. Song at home in a few days, but I didn't expect to see you at Director Meng's place."

"But?" He hesitated a little, his eyes fell on the trash can next to him.

Song Fengchen chuckled and said, "Let's not talk about taking people's money to eliminate disasters with others. Not to mention that the money is dirty and it's hot to handle."

"That's it." Chen Bingwen's eyes flickered slightly.

Song Fengchen said bluntly: "Mr. Chen made a special trip to wait here, he probably came to chat with me."

The smile on Chen Bingwen's face remained undiminished: "I do have something I want to ask Mr. Song about. But it's getting late today, and Mr. Song came from Dong County again. The journey will inevitably be tiring, so let's not disturb Mr. Song's rest for now. , I will visit again tomorrow, what does Mr. Song think?"

"Yes." Song Fengchen nodded.

Chen Bingwen asked: "Where does Mr. Song plan to stay tonight?"

Song Fengchen turned to look at Zhou Haochang.

Zhou Haochang said unconsciously, "It's at the guest house."

"Okay." Chen Bingwen said, "Then it's settled."

Yang City is the No. [-] industrial city ranked by Li Province. As the face of Yang City to the outside world, the guest house is naturally magnificent. The six-storey small western-style building is the landmark building of Yang City.

Zhou Haochang took out the letter of introduction and two yuan and handed it to the waiter behind the bars: "A double room."

Under the dim light, the waiter flipped through the letter of introduction, looked the two of them back and forth, and then lowered his head: "Zhou Haochang, Song Fengchen, the fee is two yuan, room number 317...the public toilets and bathhouses are all in On the third floor, go to the sixth floor for food, bring your own food stamps and cash, and turn off the lights at eight o'clock in the evening..."

After speaking, the waiter took the written receipt and the door key together on the letter of introduction on the counter.

It wasn't until Song Fengchen came back from the shower that Zhou Haochang finally came to his senses.

He looked at Song Fengchen who was having his toenails trimmed, with a complicated expression on his face, and couldn't help but ask, "Song, Comrade Song?"

"Huh?" Song Fengchen didn't lift his head.

"What did you say in the hospital?" Zhou Haochang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Song Fengchen put away the scissors, put on his socks, and said, "I didn't lie to them."

Zhou Haochang was taken aback for a moment, and felt inexplicably relieved.

Then I heard Song Fengchen continue to say: "I just said that what Dr. He said was quite reasonable, but I didn't say that what he said was right."

He put on his slippers and planned to go to the toilet to wash the scissors.

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Haochang came to his senses and subconsciously shuddered.

How can I say that Wen Tingwen is his old classmate, if it weren't for Wen Tingwen's backing, Zhou Haochang wouldn't be where he is now.

Due to emotion and reason, he couldn't just watch Wen Tingwen die.

Thinking of this, Zhou Haochang shook his head, chased out the door, and shouted at Song Fengchen's back: "Comrade Song, I'm going to cook. What do you want to eat?"

"It's all right." Song Fengchen replied from a distance, with an inexplicable taste in his voice.

The next morning, Chen Bingwen came to the door as promised.

Chen Bingwen led Song Fengchen directly to the sixth floor of the guest house, and the director of the guest house greeted him. The two complimented each other, and the other party directly led them into a luxuriously furnished box.

When all the idlers had retreated, Chen Bingwen lifted the teapot and poured Song Fengchen a cup of tea: "Mr. Song, please!"

Song Fengchen picked up the teacup, dark green thick tea leaves settled at the bottom of the cup, the soup was green and yellow and clear, and the tea was fragrant.

He took a sip, and a strong bitter taste diffused in his mouth, the tea would slide down his throat, and a sweet taste rushed to the tip of his tongue.

"This tea?"

Chen Bingwen took a sip of tea: "24-year-old Pu'er raw tea."

"Good tea!" Song Fengchen commented: "The water is not good."

Chen Bingwen said helplessly: "There is no way, the water quality of the mountain springs around Yang City is not very good."

The two chatted slowly like old friends they haven't seen for a long time.

"By the way," Song Fengchen put down the teacup in his hand: "I still don't know what Mr. Chen does?"

Chen Bingwen said: "It's just doing some smuggling business."

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows.

Chen Bingwen said with a smile: "Lieutenant General Wei Deren, the current director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee, is my distant cousin, and I just run errands for him."

"The barracks over Mianshan took in a lot of prisoners who were reformed through labor, and they all came back from overseas, so there's nothing to say about their knowledge."

"There are a few laboratories for them in the military camp, but they are all money-sucking masters, and they can't get in... You can't embezzle military expenses, there's no way..."

Lu Bingwen said vaguely, but Song Fengchen heard it clearly.

He nodded. During the period of great turmoil, all aspects of society were severely impacted, but the army was not affected. This was thanks to the efforts of the older generation of revolutionaries to defend this piece of pure land.

It is precisely because of this that in this catastrophe, although the country of Hua was precarious, it still stood firm.At the same time, because the army took action to protect many downed intellectuals, the country has made great achievements in all aspects.

"Mr. Chen Gaoyi!"

Chen Bingwen shook his head, and the smile in his eyes was even bigger: "Mr. Song is absurd, and I'm just doing nothing."

What Wen Crapei said was almost the same, Song Fengchen asked: "So what is the purpose of Mr. Chen coming here?"

The smile on Chen Bingwen's face gradually dissipated, and he also put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Song Fengchen, and said seriously: "I wonder if Mr. Song has ever heard of the three words Zaoshengji!"

Sure enough!

Song Fengchen recited: "Blessings come from the mountain range, and blessings come from a good day. Three sounds of landing will determine one's fate, and Fengshui magical skills will change the future."

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