Chapter 44 Sichuan Restaurant
The three of them drove straight to London's Chinatown. Along the way, Linghu told Zhao Ziyang and Angel in detail how he escaped.
She , Seth and several other people were in the underground base when the heavy steel door was suddenly attacked by the defenders' missiles. They immediately chose to retreat and escape through the helicopter airport in the base that was directly connected to the ground.
But the defenders attacked too fast, and they actually used laser-guided missiles to blow open the one-meter-thick steel gate. All the other mercenaries were killed, and Linghu released the little white mouse with a bomb tied to it to block the defenders' steps, and then he and Seth escaped from the base.
After escaping and being unable to contact other members, Linghu broke up with Seth and returned to Oxford University to continue her research. However, Seth was unwilling to return to the UK and chose to go somewhere else.
Having lost the base equipment, Seth is unable to find Zhao Ziyang and his team through satellite. The military satellite signal is cut off by the invaders, the password is tampered with, and the self-destruction system is activated.
"What about Seth?" Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu.
"Hmm..." The fox with a mouth full of bread said vaguely: "How do I know where he is? He is a genius monster."
"What about Archaeopteryx?"
"I don't know." Linghu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know where Archaeopteryx had gone.
"By the way, how did you return to Oxford University safely?" Zhao Ziyang continued to ask Linghu.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp..." Linghu raised his head and drank half a bottle of mineral water. He took a breath and said to Zhao Ziyang: "My main job is a member of the Biochemistry Research Institute of Oxford University, okay? Mercenary is just my side job, understand?"
"The spirit fox is under our protection." Angel, who was driving, explained the reason.
As a fox spirit, her identity is closely guarded by the lurkers, because she is the real trump card of the lurkers. Basically, the fox spirit will return to Oxford University for a while every once in a while. As for the days when she is not there, others think she is out doing scientific research or traveling.
Simply put, the fox spirit is the treasure of the lurker, and she can play a decisive role on the periphery at critical moments.
"Oh, special forces, when can we eat Chinese food? I'm starving." Linghu pouted and took out another piece of bread.
But just as he put the bread towards his mouth, Zhao Ziyang snatched it away and threw it away.
"Haha, don't eat anymore, otherwise you will regret it." Zhao Ziyang showed a beautiful smile to Linghu.
"Tsk..." Linghu curled her lips and said to Zhao Ziyang, "Chinese food is not that good."
Having said that, the girl stopped eating and waited for the car to drive to London to eat Chinese food.
This time, we only found Linghu, and we don't know where Seth is. The Lurkers can't do without him. Without Seth, the Lurkers will lose all the high-tech assistance and will not be able to complete their own development and expansion.
Just as she was thinking about it, Linghu's hands were touching Zhao Ziyang's body randomly, and her eyes were full of interest. Facing Zhao Ziyang, her interest would never diminish.
"Special forces, have you been injured recently?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang with his big eyes.
"How do you know I'm injured?" Zhao Ziyang was very surprised.
"How can I know?" The fox curled her lips and continued, "I'm not God. I just want to know what your wound looks like after you get hurt? How fast does it heal? Is there any faster healing speed than my little white mice?"
He can't mention the little white mouse in every three sentences. The little white mouse has become Linghu's greatest pursuit in his life.
"Haha, I'm injured." Zhao Ziyang smiled and pointed to his left chest and said, "The wound healed too quickly. The muscle fibers regenerated within twelve hours, so there is still a bullet embedded in it that has not been removed. I will need your help later."
"Okay!" The fox spirit agreed readily, licked her lips with her pink and tender tongue, and revealed a sly smile.
There is no problem in inviting Linghu back. Not only is there no problem, but I am afraid that she can't be driven away now. Zhao Ziyang appeared, and she would definitely stick to Zhao Ziyang and follow him wherever he went.
The three of them stepped into Chinatown, and Angel reached out and grabbed Zhao Ziyang's hand, showing their intimacy. She did this intentionally or unintentionally for Linghu to see, regardless of whether Zhao Ziyang was willing or not.
But her action was in vain, as the fox spirit didn't even look at them, its eyes were completely attracted by the various snacks in Chinatown.
"Special forces, what is that?" Linghu bit her finger and pointed at a string of red candied haws and asked Zhao Ziyang.
In fact, she didn't mean to ask what it was, but to say that she wanted to eat it.
"Tang Haws." Zhao Ziyang walked towards the small shop selling Tang Haws, took out some money and said to the owner, "Boss, are the Tang Haws authentic? Give me two strings."
"Hey, look at what you said, my candied haws are authentic old Beijing candied haws." The boss, who spoke in a Beijing accent, smiled widely, nodded at Angel and Linghu, and said mysteriously: "Those two girls are hot, good job, brother is proud of you."
What does this have to do with anything? Zhao Ziyang smiled and reached out to take two candied haws.
"Hey, don't worry, you can't eat this!" The shop owner stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Ziyang's action, took out two packaged candied haws from under the counter and handed them to him, saying: "We Chinese eat this, and the display is for foreigners to eat, haha..."
Zhao Ziyang took the candied haws and gave the boss a thumbs up, saying to him in agreement : "Damn, that's how it should be done. Britain also had a role in the Eight-Nation Alliance!"
"Oh, that's right!" The shop owner slapped his thigh and said to Zhao Ziyang, "Do you know that my great-grandfather was a fourth-rank sword-bearing guard in our Forbidden City? I'm suing you..."
"Where is the Sichuan restaurant?" Zhao Ziyang interrupted the boss directly. He knew that if he let this Beijing man continue talking, the Eight Banners descendants would come out.
"It's easy to find. Just keep going straight, turn right at the first crossroads and you'll arrive." The boss enthusiastically showed Zhao Ziyang the way. He then took out his phone and dialed a number, saying loudly, "Hello, Lao Xu, this is your Brother Biao. I'm telling you, a friend of mine and two foreign girls are coming to your place for dinner later. You have to serve authentic Chinese food. If you serve dishes that foreigners would eat, I'll punish you!"
Listening to the familiar accent and feeling the blood connection that only compatriots have, Zhao Ziyang sighed in his heart: Alas, I can't go back...
After bidding farewell to this enthusiastic Beijing man, Zhao Ziyang took Angel and Linghu to the place he pointed. If you want to eat Chinese food, you should eat Sichuan cuisine. Sichuan cuisine is popular all over the country, and it is the easiest to taste Chinese flavor when you bring it abroad.
This Sichuan restaurant is not big, and the word "Sichuan pepper" is written in Chinese and English on the sign. I guess the owner of this restaurant is friends with the owner of the candied haws shop, and he recommended him here as a customer soliciter.
"I'm here. Haha, how about you?" A Chinese guy about seventeen or eighteen years old greeted Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face.
However, Zhao Ziyang did not respond. He was attracted by a piece of calligraphy on the wall.
This is the word "Tao". Although it is printed, every stroke of this word gives people a round and transparent feeling, with a bit of the flavor of Taoism. It can be seen that the person who wrote this word has a deep understanding of the word "Tao" and has been precipitated by the worldly affairs to write this kind of flavor. However, Zhao Ziyang saw a murderous aura in this word, which is a feeling that is difficult to describe.
"Damn it, it's a Jap!" The Chinese young man's face darkened, and he shouted at Zhao Ziyang: "Get out, get out, my store doesn't serve Jap!"
After being scolded, Zhao Ziyang took his eyes off the words and looked at the impatient young man curiously. He pointed at his nose and asked, "Little brother, which eye of yours saw that I am a Japanese devil?"
When the young man heard what Zhao Ziyang said, he was stunned for a moment and an awkward smile appeared on his face.
"Um, um, I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm confused, I'm confused, hehe..." The young man scratched his head and kept apologizing to Zhao Ziyang, and stretched out his hand to gently slap his mouth.
This look amused Zhao Ziyang, and he actually had a favorable impression of this 17 or 18-year-old boy. Nowadays, there are not many people who still remember China's bloody history in their hearts. The once popular term "angry youth" has been scolded as a synonym for stupid B, and Zhao Ziyang happened to be one of these stupid Bs.
The young man in front of me is also one of the idiots. Although he is young, he is a pure Chinese man at heart.
National feuds can never be eliminated. For China, Japan is a national feud, and this can never be erased. I don't know what's wrong with modern education, which can't make young people remember that feud. The most ridiculous thing is that when the country launched a vigorous boycott of Japanese goods, some people jumped out and said that we should boycott rationally.
What is rational resistance? Rational resistance means letting people use what they should use and buy what they should buy, stuffing RMB into the pockets of the Japanese, and then shouting "Down with Japanese imperialism".
What a joke, it's a huge joke. I don't know what the rational boycott is made of, and I don't know if those who agree with it are a bunch of idiots.
This is not the most ridiculous thing. The most ridiculous thing is that a Japanese man lost his bicycle and mobilized the whole city's police force to help find it. However, Chinese people lose bicycles every moment, but none of them are found. When they are ridiculed, the reason is very high-sounding: these are international friends, and we cannot embarrass the quality of the Chinese people.
Bah! The quality of Chinese people is completely ruined by this kind of high-sounding talk. To put it bluntly, it is just a pretense. You treat others as friends, but others treat you as a fool. What's wrong with foreigners? Are foreigners superior to Chinese people in China? Slave mentality, typical slave mentality.
I don't know since when, the value of foreigners in China has become very high, no matter how poor they are abroad. Just like an Indian in a city in northern China, he smells like curry and is extremely poor, but the Chinese women around him keep changing. Why is that?
All the backbone and pride have been swallowed up by the so-called humility, peace, friendship, and etiquette, and what is left is only lowly servility...
"Hahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed happily, patted the little angry young man on the shoulder and asked, "Little brother, what's your name?"
"Zhao Changzheng!" The young angry young man puffed out his chest and said loudly to Zhao Ziyang: "My grandfather fought in the Hundred Regiments Campaign, climbed snow-capped mountains and walked through grasslands, participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and was imprisoned in a cowshed and subjected to criticism. Look, that calligraphy was written by my grandfather!"
Zhang Changzheng proudly pointed at the word "Tao" hanging there, with a look of pride on his face.
Zhao Ziyang was filled with awe. He had only admiration for these old revolutionaries! They were a group of old veterans who had truly crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. They were all national treasures. One less person would be one less.
"Is your grandfather still alive?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng.
"Of course I am here. My eyes are not blurry and my ears are not deaf. I can tell you stories about fighting the Japanese invaders every day."
"Can I..."
"Changzheng!" A rough voice came over, and a sturdy middle-aged man with a scarf tied around his waist came out and shouted at Zhao Changzheng: "Bring me some food!"
"My dad, hehe..." Zhao Changzheng smiled and lowered his head and ran towards the food serving outlet.
Zhao Ziyang's eyes fell on the middle-aged man and saw a triangular wound on his left cheek. The wound was many years ago, but it still showed a dark red color, adding a bit of hideous color.
"Yang, what is that wound?" Angel asked Zhao Ziyang.
"Three-edged thorn." Zhao Ziyang blurted out, holding his head high and staring at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man who was stared at by Zhao Ziyang stared at Zhao Ziyang without showing any weakness. His eyes contained a look that was not that of a normal person and was full of a murderous aura.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and then the middle-aged man laughed heartily.
"Hahaha, brother, don't say anything, I'll treat you today!" The middle-aged man smiled and walked up to Zhao Ziyang, pulled him to a seat by the window, and personally poured tea for the three of them.
"Thank you!" Angel and Linghu thanked the middle-aged man.
"Hey, what are you thanking me for? If you two girls hadn't followed this brother here, I wouldn't even bother to look at you." The middle-aged man said what he was thinking very happily, and then smiled at Zhao Ziyang: "You are a Chinese soldier!"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense , and Angel and Spirit Fox prepared to attack almost at the same time.
