Chapter 47 You are a master
In astonishment, the figure stared blankly at the alley in front of him.
This alley is a dead end, only about thirty meters long, with residential buildings on one side and the back wall of a supermarket on the other.
"Don't move, or I can't guarantee that I won't cut off any part of your body." Angel's cold voice appeared behind him, and a military knife was extended to his crotch.
"Don't do anything rash. I, I, I don't have a partner yet." The figure made a frightened sound and raised his hands.
Hearing this man's voice, Angel shook her head and put away the knife. At the same time, Zhao Ziyang suddenly jumped down from the alley and smiled at the guy who was following him.
"Changzheng, why are you following me instead of staying at home to help?" Zhao Ziyang walked over and patted Zhao Changzheng lightly on the head.
It was a false alarm. The one following Zhao Ziyang was this guy Zhao Changzheng.
"I won't help you anymore. I'm going to run away from home!" Zhao Changzheng blurted out. He glanced at Angel's cold face and gave a silly smile. Then he quickly stayed away from Angel. He was a little afraid of Angel.
Not everyone can stand the coldness of Angel, even though she does look perfect.
After hearing what Zhao Changzheng said, Zhao Ziyang realized that this kid really wanted to run away from home. He was holding a bag in his hand and looked like he was going on a long journey.
"Why did you run away from home and follow me?" Zhao Ziyang continued to ask Zhao Changzheng with a smile.
"Of course I'll follow you!" Zhao Changzheng looked at Zhao Ziyang as if it was a matter of course, with a look of admiration in his eyes, and said to him: "You are definitely a master. A man should be like you. My dad is not good enough. There is no future for me to follow him."
"Hahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed out loud. He thought this was really funny.
A man like Zhao Zhengrong would never be considered a softie wherever he went, but in his son's heart, he was a softie, which was really funny. Zhao Ziyang was sure that even though Zhao Zhengrong was not young, if you let him go to the battlefield, he would definitely be a very capable person.
"You think your dad is incapable?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng after he finished laughing. Without waiting for his answer, he continued, "Go home. Your dad is not a wimp. If it was your dad who saw those people pinching your neck, I'm afraid they would all be dead."
"No!" Zhao Changzheng's stubborn temper came up again, and he shouted to Zhao Ziyang: "At most I can serve tea and water, and you can take me away."
"By the way," Zhao Changzheng turned around and said to Angel seriously, "I can also cook Chinese food!"
These words made Angel want to laugh. This little guy was quite good at bribing people. He even tempted her with Chinese food.
"I won't take you away." Zhao Ziyang shook his head and said, "You should enjoy your sunny life..."
"Sunshine is bullshit!" Zhao Changzheng cursed fiercely and said very dissatisfiedly: "Now I have to move every year, from my hometown to the United States, from the United States to Italy, from Italy to Colombia, from Colombia to Turkey, and then to the United Kingdom. I don’t even know where I’m going to go next year. I’m so annoyed. Where can I find sunshine?"
This sentence seemed to remind Zhao Ziyang and Angel. They exchanged glances and knew the answer in each other's minds.
Moving once a year is certainly not for traveling, but to escape from something, such as enemies... Zhao Zhengrong is not an ordinary person, he has his own intentions, perhaps he is really avoiding enemies.
"I can't take you in!" Zhao Ziyang told Zhao Changzheng affirmatively.
Hearing Zhao Ziyang's firm tone, Zhao Changzheng's face was full of frustration. He knew that Zhao Ziyang really refused to take him in.
That’s right, Zhao Ziyang would definitely not take him in because he was afraid of trouble.
He didn't know who Zhao Zhengrong's enemy was, so how could he take Zhao Changzheng in? Besides, the relationship between the two was just a chance encounter, and Zhao Ziyang would not cause himself unnecessary trouble, because he already had enough troubles.
"Alas, it seems that I can only lure Grandpa back to China." Zhao Changzheng sighed deeply, and his words were full of helplessness.
However, Zhao Ziyang was moved when he heard this.
"Is your grandfather here too?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng.
"Yes, my father took me and grandpa around and moved everywhere." Zhao Changzheng nodded.
Zhao Ziyang's mind became clearer: A man whose wife died, traveling around the world with his old father and son, who could believe that there was nothing wrong? There was no need to guess the answer, it must be to avoid, the enemy he provoked was very powerful and could be spread all over the world.
Zhao Ziyang nodded without saying anything. He walked past Zhao Changzheng and strode forward with Angel.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you leaving? We can discuss something!" Zhao Changzheng shouted from behind, his face full of anxiety.
To be honest, he really admired Zhao Ziyang. He chopped off someone's hand with a knife and smiled without showing any anger. This is a real man. The weak father at home only knows how to act arrogantly in front of him, but he is a coward in front of others.
There is no point in saying this. If the father is soft, the son cannot be soft. Otherwise, how can the family be supported?
Zhao Ziyang stopped and turned to face Zhao Changzheng who was running towards him.
"If your grandfather agrees, I can consider taking you in."
"Okay!" Zhao Changzheng agreed without even thinking about it, and said happily, "Grandpa loves me the most, there will definitely be no problem."
The simple Zhao Changzheng had no idea of Zhao Ziyang's intention, and only knew that he would succeed if he took Zhao Ziyang to see his grandfather. But Zhao Ziyang knew that this was not feasible at all, he just wanted to meet the old revolutionary who could write such a word "Tao", because he had many things that needed to be pointed out by someone.
If I am not mistaken, Zhao Changzheng's grandfather must have been a general at that time. His combat experience from fighting in many battles was unmatched. The most important thing was his strategic vision and strategic command.
During the Anti-Japanese War, our army was weak, which meant that most battles had to be won by a smaller force. Any battle in which a smaller force could win over a larger force requires commanders to have excellent strategic vision and tactical awareness, as well as the wisdom to win by surprise. They were the fierce tigers that roamed the battlefield, and no modern commander could match them.
The current lurkers are in a weak situation and are forced to stay in Africa for development. This is very similar to the situation of our army back then, so Zhao Ziyang wants to visit this old revolutionary to learn from him and get some advice.
How to develop in Africa, and how to further operate after developing to a certain extent. He had to jump out of the mercenary circle, because in Zhao Ziyang's heart, he not only wanted to revive the Lurkers, but also wanted to make the Lurkers become important in the mercenary world, or in other words, he wanted to build a mercenary kingdom.
No matter when and where you do anything, you need a strong force to support it, and the one that supports the strong force is the military force!
The three of them returned to the hotel first. Zhao Ziyang would not be careless about visiting the old revolutionary. In China, younger generations must not visit their elders casually. There are many etiquettes for this, so Zhao Ziyang must be fully prepared.
When they came to a street stall, Angel's attention was attracted. She strode towards the stall, looking curiously at the lifelike little animals on the stall.
This is a candy figurine-making stall, and the stall owner is an old man who is skillfully using boiled sugar to draw various small animals on a smooth board. After drawing, he sticks a bamboo stick to the bottom of the candy figurine, and after the sugar cools down, he gently scrapes it with a blade, and a lifelike candy figurine is formed.
This is a folk art in China. People born before 1985 should have seen sugar figurines in their childhood, but nowadays, it is almost unheard of to see sugar figurine craftsmen in London, England, across the ocean.
"Angel, do you like these sugar figures?" Zhao Ziyang asked Angel. He saw the word "like" in Angel's eyes because she couldn't move her eyes away.
"No, this is not a candy man, this is art, a unique folk painting art!" Angel corrected Zhao Ziyang and pinched a little mouse and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Look how delicate it is, just like the real thing."
In fact, Zhao Ziyang's interest was also piqued. He thought of the time when he was a child, he would also put a few cents in his pocket to buy candy figures. Of course, at that time, it was mainly for novelty and greed, and all the candy figures went into his stomach.
"Buy two and take them back." Zhao Ziyang picked up an ox and handed it to Angel, saying, "According to the Chinese age classification, your age is Ox, which is the Chinese zodiac sign, just like your star sign. This little mouse is for Linghu, she likes mice the most."
Angel nodded, wrapped up the sugar man very carefully and put it away. She walked carefully away from people for fear that the sugar man would be broken.
This was the first small gift Zhao Ziyang gave her and she liked it very much.
Back at the hotel, Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng to rest in his room first, planning to take the boy back home later when they had dinner. This guy was a stubborn guy, and it would definitely not work if he was sent home.
"Hey, special forces soldier, you're back?" Linghu's voice came, she opened the door and showed her head with a smile on her face.
"You're back, haha." Zhao Ziyang greeted Linghu with a smile, but he was secretly alert in his heart.
The spirit fox would only be so enthusiastic when it needed to draw its blood. At other times, the little fox was always busy doing its own experiments and had no time to pay attention to him.
"Come, let's talk alone." Linghu reached out and grabbed the special forces soldier, wanting to talk to him alone.
"Your candy man is given to you by the special forces." Angel inserted herself between the two of them, gave Linghu a smile as if the iceberg had melted, and handed the little mouse candy man to Linghu.
"Thank you!" Linghu took it and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Angel, you come too, it will be much more convenient for you."
Since it was not about drawing blood, Zhao Ziyang relaxed his guard and walked into Linghu's room with Angel.
“Hehehe…” The fox spirit smiled in a particularly flattering way, hugged Angel’s arm and called sweetly, “Sister Angel…”
Angel frowned, she didn't like people calling her like that, it would make her uncomfortable. But she really didn't have a temper towards the fox spirit, this little fox was the thickest-skinned, when she needed you she would be very nice to you, when she didn't need you she might not even see you even if you stood in front of her.
"Special forces..." Linghu hugged Zhao Ziyang's arm again, pouted her little mouth at Zhao Ziyang, and showed her extremely lethal face in front of Zhao Ziyang.
Zhao Ziyang felt uncomfortable all over. He could clearly feel the amazing elasticity of the fox's chest. His left arm was completely pressed against the fox's chest, and he was hugged so tightly that he couldn't pull it out. But this was quite enjoyable, except that it was a bit hot...
"Just tell me what's going on." Angel's brows furrowed even deeper.
She saw Linghu hugging Zhao Ziyang, but being born into an aristocratic family made her more reserved and she was not able to say it out loud.
"Borrow money!" Linghu blurted out.
"How many?"
"One hundred million!" Linghu let go of Zhao Ziyang's arm, stretched out three fingers and said to the two without any pressure: "It's British pounds, not US dollars!"
Zhao Ziyang sucked in a breath of cold air. He didn’t know how Linghu could say that. One hundred million, and that’s not US dollars, but British pounds!
One pound can be exchanged for 16 yuan, which means Linghu asked to borrow 1.6 billion yuan . How could Zhao Ziyang not gasp?
"I'll return it to you tomorrow! " Seeing Zhao Ziyang's useless expression, Linghu stuck out her tongue as a promise.
One hundred million pounds is not a lot of money for Linghu. Her research itself is a bottomless pit. She can take in any amount of money but nothing will happen.
"No problem." Angel agreed readily and asked Linghu, "Check or remittance?"
"Check!" Linghu hugged Angel excitedly, kissed her heavily on the face and said, "My little Angel, you are so good. I swear I will pair you up with a special forces soldier, hahahaha..."
Angel's face turned red, and Zhao Ziyang pretended to be indifferent, but his eyes would glance at Angel from time to time.
Angel took out her checkbook and wrote a check and handed it to Angel. The string of zeros on it made Zhao Ziyang dizzy. These two women were not ordinary women. One asked for 100 million yuan, and the other borrowed 100 million yuan without saying a word.
But Angel is rich. If she showed all her money, it would be enough to scare Zhao Ziyang to death.
"Linghu, why do you want to borrow money?" Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu curiously.
"Buy a car, go racing. I'll pay you back if I win money tonight." The fox in the fox's hand was about to run out in a hurry, and as he ran he shouted to the two of them, "Come with me to go racing tonight. I'll let you experience the speed and excitement of London at night!"
Zhao Ziyang's interest was piqued. He had never seen a car race before, but he had always heard Daofeng and the others talk about how fun it was. This time he could finally experience the excitement of car race.
