"Forget it. There are some issues on which we simply cannot agree."
Although Liu Zhen had read a lot and was open-minded, she had not read any parenting manuals. Her knowledge of how to raise and educate children was still what she had been exposed to in her daily life since she was a child. It was her first time as a mother and she had no experience.
"Tell me clearly what the problem is. Don't always stand on the moral high ground and act like a tolerant person, high above you, and say lightly, "I pardon you."
Liu Zhen pointed at Nan Yi's nose and said, "Nan, you are so damn good at pretending. It's ok to pretend outside, but can you be more real at home? If you are dissatisfied with me, just say it, don't put on a face that disdains to argue with me. Who are you pretending for?"
"Hey, President Liu, you've made progress. Not only did you speak more fluently today, but your eyesight has also improved. You can even see through my pretentiousness." Nan Yi looked at Liu Zhen and said with a sly smile.
Liu Zhen jumped onto Nan Yi with a somersault and started pulling Nan Yi's hair. "Laugh, I'll let you laugh. Act, I'll let you act."
When Liu Zhen's hands left her hair and were about to move to her face, Nan Yi yelled, "That's enough. You can pull my hair as you like, but not my face. We still have to see people."
"Who are you meeting? I broke your leg and made you lie in bed every day. I will take care of you." Liu Zhen didn't intend to kill him. When Nan Yi handed her the ladder, she quickly climbed down.
"Stop it. I wanted to be a gigolo, but you're too stupid. If I hadn't protected you, you would have been eaten up to nothing."
"Just keep watching through the crack in the door."
"Go down, I'll fix my hair." Nan Yi stood up, helped Liu Zhen off the chair, and fixed his hair in the reflection of the glass mat on the table. "I said you were cruel enough, you pulled out a lot of hair."
Liu Zhen held the rubber band in her lips, pulled her hair back with both hands, and said incoherently: "If you continue to act in front of me, I will pull you out."
"When was your last physical?"
"Mid-year."
"Go get a physical tomorrow. You either have early menopause or you have rabies."
"If I had rabies, I would bite you to death." Liu Zhen rolled her eyes and reached behind her to tie her hair up. "Hurry up, go out to eat, our son is waiting."
"knew."
After tidying himself up, Nan Yi came to the dining room, where Nan Wuwei was eating rice in a children's bowl.
"Why did you take out the children's bowl again? Didn't I tell you that this thing is not made with good craftsmanship and will emit harmful substances when exposed to heat?" Nan Yi walked in front of Nan Wuwei and said, "Son, put the bowl down. Dad will change it for you."
"Um."
Nan Yi threw the children's bowl into the trash can and served two more bowls of rice in a porcelain bowl.
Sitting next to Nan Wuwei with a bowl in hand, Nan Yi said unhappily: "It costs hundreds of thousands to feed the dog every year. The Nan family can still afford to throw a few bowls."
"Don't blame me. I'm just worried about the bowl. I'm afraid my son will get hurt."
"You're worrying about something you shouldn't be worrying about. It's normal for boys to get bumps and bruises. How can you be called a man if you don't get hurt?" Nan Yi complained while picking up some food for Nan Wuwei. "Son, do you want to go to the Children's Palace to learn something? Piano, violin, accordion, chess, painting, dancing, anything is fine, as long as you like it."
"I want to learn the guqin." Nan Wuwei said after thinking for a while.
“Why do you want to learn this?”
Liu Zhen interjected, “This year, there was an ink-and-wash animation film on TV called “Mountain and Water Love,” in which the male protagonist, a young fisherman, learned to play the guqin.”
"Is it because of this?" Nan Yi confirmed with Nan Wuwei.
"Yes, playing the guqin sounds great."
"Okay, tomorrow Dad will go to the Children's Palace to see if there is a Guqin interest class. If there is, I will sign you up. If not, Dad will help you find a teacher."
"Uh-huh."
Nan Wuwei nodded his little head.
Nan Yi withdrew his attention from Nan Wuwei, picked up some stir-fried bamboo shoots and pickled mustard greens and put them in his bowl, ate a few mouthfuls of rice and said to Liu Zhen, "I'm going to go to Uncle Ke's house tomorrow to visit the old couple."
"We have some Brain Oil Gold at home, which is made from deep-sea fish oil. It's good for the elderly. Bring them a few boxes."
"Ahem." Nan Yi coughed twice and said, "Did you buy it from outside?"
"You have lost all conscience. You came up with such a shameless idea. Xian Weizhong sent it to me. He said it was a serious product and different from other products. He sold it for hundreds of dollars a box and went to the high-end market. How many people can afford it for hundreds of dollars a box? He really has wild ideas."
"Good things have the characteristic of being spread within a small range. If anyone can get it, it can't be a good thing. Others may not know how many people can afford it, but how can you bank people not know?"
"There are individuals with tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars in savings, but I don't believe they will buy brain oil gold. Sooner or later, they will go bankrupt."
"Shut up, why are you pretending to be a good person? Wait until you use your salary for household expenses before you have the right to criticize me. Mr. Liu, how much do you make a month now?"
"Why are you asking so many questions? It's my private money. It's none of your business."
"If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Just be careful and don't let an unexpected amount of money appear in your account one day."
"Do you think I'm stupid? I never tell anyone about my bank account. Apart from getting paid, I don't deposit money into it. I know exactly how much money comes in every month. Even if someone wants to frame me by depositing money into my account, I will know it first.
Besides, your worry is a bit unnecessary. Who is so stupid as to use their own salary account to collect money? Now you can open an account anonymously. If I think about it, I can open a few Nanyi accounts tomorrow."
"Let's stop. I don't have any bank accounts in China, and I don't plan to open any. I don't believe that a fool like you can be the bank president."
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll bite you to death."
"Hey, son, are the winter bamboo shoots tender?" Nan Yi sneered and said to Nan Wuwei.
“Tender and delicious.”
"If it tastes good, eat more." Nan Yi picked out a few bamboo shoots from the mustard greens and put them in Nan Wuwei's bowl. He then said to Liu Zhen, "The bamboo shoots are good. Use chicken oil to stir-fry them tomorrow. Blanch them before frying, and then soak them in cold water for half an hour."
"It's such a hassle. Do it yourself."
"I will do it, and you follow me and learn. It's been so many years, but your skills haven't improved at all. You really have the body of a lady but the fate of a maid. You must have taken the wrong road when you were reincarnated. You shouldn't have ended up in the alley. At least you should have ended up in the military compound.
Go back and ask your mother if you are a daughter of a big shot. When you were little, you were in trouble and exchanged children with the Liu family. Now that the big shot has survived the hard times, the Liu family's biological daughter is living a good life there, while you, a real daughter, are working as a cook here."
"Mr. Nan, you finally told the truth. You know that my life here is not easy, right?"
"Yes, you've suffered. When your biological father's nanny goes out to buy groceries, she drives a tank and is escorted by helicopters. At the vegetable market, bean sprouts are bought by the strip. Oh, my young lady wants to eat 8.25 strips today, so we have to cut off the head and tail, and stuff the belly with abalone sauce..."
"Go away, why are you talking so meanly?" Liu Zhen cursed with a smile.
Nan Wuwei raised his head and complimented, "Dad, what you said was really beautiful, even better than the crosstalk in the Spring Festival Gala."
"Haha, your little mouth is so sweet, keep it up, if daddy is happy, I will find you a new mother by the end of the year, a beautiful one with a good temper."
"Oh, oh, Dad, I suddenly lost my hearing." Nan Wuwei pretended to be ignorant when he heard Nan Yi's words.
Nan Yi looked at Liu Zhen and said, "Sure, your son is well disciplined by you. Have you ever beaten him?"
"I did, so what?"
"Go on, and when you get older, be careful with your oxygen tube."
"Stop talking nonsense and eat your meal."
The next day, Nan Yi went to visit Ke Jianzhen and his wife.
The old couple are not too old. They have made up for the physical loss in previous years, and they seem to be in good spirits.
"Look at this item, a blue and white high-footed cup with a phoenix pattern. I bought it at a stall."
After chatting for a few words in the living room, Ke Jianzhen took Nan Yi to his treasure room to admire the fine items he had found.
Nan Yi looked at the tall bowl from left to right, and then asked a spoiling question, "Uncle Ke, how much can this be sold for?"
"You, you, you are really... Never mind, I am too lazy to say anything to you." Ke Jianzhen shook his head and said, "As for the value, it is enough for my husband and I to eat for the rest of our lives. This is a unique product, and its value will not be low whether it is hyped or not."
"hehe."
Nan Yi smiled awkwardly, then looked around and looked at Ke Jianzhen’s other collections.
"I met a young man at the stall a few days ago. He has a talent for antiques. I heard that he made a little money by picking up bargains everywhere."
"Why, Uncle Ke thinks highly of him?"
"It's hard to say for now. Let's observe first. I don't want to take these skills I learned with me to my grave. I always want to find someone to inherit my legacy."
Nan Yi picked up an ancient coin and looked at it in his hand. "Is that so? I'll ask my son to come over some other day to see if he is interested in your craftsmanship."
"Are you feeling sorry for me, an old man?" Ke Jianzhen said unhappily.
"No, it's always good to have many skills. If my son is interested, please help teach him."
"Wuwei, he's a smart boy. If he wasn't your son, I would really like to take him in as my apprentice." Ke Jianzhen said regretfully, "What a pity. If he were your son, you would definitely not let him become an antique appraiser."
"Just treat it as a hobby, forget about it as a career." Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "I'll send Wuwei over to stay for a few days, and you can educate him."
"You can send him here to live. Mu Xi and I both like Wu Wei very much. If you are willing, I plan to adopt him as my grandson."
"Sure, not only a grandson, but also a godson or a younger brother is fine."
Ke Jianzhen smiled and said, "I want to take Wuwei as my younger brother. How do you and him discuss seniority?"
"You can say whatever you want. Father and son, father and son, you just don't need to call me dad. Otherwise, there is not much difference between you and your adopted father."
"Don't talk nonsense. Wuwei is a sensible child. I was serious about what I said before. I really want to take him as my godson. You won't feel that my identity is an insult to him, right?"
"Uncle Ke, look at what you said, what status is it? Do you want to be casual or formal?"
Without thinking, Ke Jianzhen said, "I'm going to make it more formal and invite a few old friends to come and watch the ceremony. It can also be regarded as asking everyone to be witnesses. In the future, after Mu Xi and I are gone for a hundred years, this house and everything in it will be left to Wuwei. Hey, look at why I'm saying this. With you here, how could Wuwei be short of these things?"
"No, it's not too little, it's not too little. Uncle Ke, think carefully about whether you have hidden anything outside. Don't miss it. Tell Wuwei everything." Nan Yi said half-jokingly.
It’s no wonder that Nan Yi really loves Ke Jianzhen’s things. They have a clean origin and he doesn’t have to worry about being criticized. In the future, it doesn’t matter whether Nan Wuwei keeps them for himself or donates them.
Ke Jianzhen glared at Nan Yi and said, "I still owe a lot of debt outside, do you want to pay it back?"
"I don't want it. Please tell Wuwei."
"You can still stay in Shanghai for a few more days. It will take some time to send a letter to your old friend." Ke Jianzhen was too lazy to talk nonsense with Nan Yi and said directly.
Nan Yi's face straightened and he said, "Uncle Ke, it's too late this year. I may have to leave at any time. Let's wait until next spring, when the flowers are in bloom and everything is revived. You will have a grandson. It's a beautiful spring day and a good omen."
"That's good. I have plenty of time and can arrange it more leisurely. I also have time to prepare a big gift for my grandson. Have you finished looking at the things? After that, let's go out for tea."
"I've finished reading it."
Nan Yi put the ancient coins in his hand back on the shelf and followed Ke Jianzhen out.
In the living room, Ke Jianzhen told Sun Muxi about the "grandson", which made Sun Muxi very happy. She had no worries about food and drink, and stayed at home doing nothing every day. Sun Muxi had long wanted to have a big grandson to hold in her hands and love him.
"Auntie Sun, there are many activities for the elderly outside now, such as Yang style Tai Chi, photography clubs, ballroom dancing, etc. If you feel bored at home, you can also go and participate. If that doesn't work, go out and play bridge or win cards."
"Yang style Tai Chi is soft and there is nothing good to practice. But I am a disciple of Master Sun Lutang." Sun Muxi said lightly.
"Oh, Aunt Sun, you are a famous teacher."
"Okay, Nan Yi, don't listen to your Aunt Sun's nonsense, Master Sun's disciple. Master Sun made a living by opening a martial arts school to teach people how to fight. In his later years, he opened a martial arts school in Shanghai.
When your aunt Sun came of age, Master Sun had already passed away. She only studied in Master Sun's martial arts school for a few days, but stopped because she found it too hard. She is not considered Master Sun's disciple at all.
Nan Yi, let me tell you, when Master Sun was in his seventies, he took part in a charity performance for disaster relief. He was still energetic on the stage, his martial arts moves were flawless, and he punched with great force.
The audience had never seen such a scene before. Word spread quickly and Master Sun's reputation became famous throughout Shanghai.
At that time, the Japanese judo master Ichio Itachi happened to be in Shanghai. Hearing the name of Master Sun, he was curious and wanted to use the Japanese judo to fight with this Chinese boxer.
Master Sun was not afraid of the declaration of war at all. He calmly knocked Ban Heng Yixiong to the ground at the very beginning. Convinced, Ban Heng Yixiong even asked Sun Lutang to become his disciple, but Master Sun flatly refused because he insisted on national justice.
Later, five unconvinced Japanese warriors came to challenge Sun Lutang again, but even though they had more numbers, they were unable to gain any advantage.
The five Japanese warriors pinned Master Sun down and controlled his movements, hoping to win in this way. However, it was obvious that Master Sun, who had been practicing boxing since he was a child, was more skilled. He cleverly rolled over, turned around and attacked, winning the competition again.
After these things, Master Sun's name became very famous in Shanghai. Children from wealthy families would go to his boxing gym to learn boxing. They paid a lot of tuition, but after a few days, most of them couldn't stand the hardship and stopped going.
They are the Shancai boys from Master Sun’s school, and your Aunt Sun is also one of them.”
"Old Ke, why are you saying this?"
Sun Muxi was embarrassed and pushed Ke Jianzhen to express her complaint.
"Haha, Uncle Ke, have you ever seen Huo Yuanjia? Who is more powerful, him or Sun Lutang?"
"How could I possibly have seen him? He passed away almost 20 years before I was born. As for who is better, I don't know martial arts, so I can't compare. I only know that there were many famous boxers in Shanghai back then, from the south and the north, and many of them came here to make a name for themselves. There would be competitions every now and then on the Bund, but I've only heard about it, and I haven't seen it with my own eyes."
"Master Sun should be more powerful. Huo Yuanjia's foundation is not good. He was weak and sickly when he was a child and had congenital deficiencies." Sun Muxi said.
Ke Jianzhen frowned and said, "Don't say anything without any basis, just based on your own subjective speculation, it's easy to mislead others."
"Uncle Ke, you don't have to be so serious, it's just a casual discussion."
"It's not that we are too serious. It's that we lack a realistic attitude. No one dares to tell the truth, no one dares to do the right thing. We just shout slogans and deceive ourselves every day. You fool me, and I fool ghosts."
"Old man, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm just talking about Master Sun. Don't make a big deal out of it."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. I won't say anything." Ke Jianzhen picked up the teacup and stopped talking.
Nan Yi remained silent, staring at the teacup in his hand, studying the pattern on it. He didn't know whether the pattern was drawn last week or fifty weeks ago.
A few kilometers away in the dormitory of the Performance Department of Shanghai Opera House, Chen Lu was lying on her bunk in her silk pajamas, reading Nan Yi's reply.
"Are you really going to the audition?" another girl in the dormitory asked in surprise.
"Yeah, this is a Hong Kong movie, whether it passes or not, just give it a try." Chen Lu acted a little casual.
Chen Lu says she is casual, but she is not as casual in her heart as she appears. Although she has participated in several works in the past two years, she only played small roles and never played a major role. This time, a big director from Xiangkeng is coming to shoot a costume drama, which will be released in Xiangkeng after filming. If she can participate in it, then she may become famous in Xiangkeng.
In order to buy an extra insurance policy for herself, she also wrote a letter to the extraordinary brother Nan Yi, asking him if he could help her. However, Nan Yi's reply was very vague. He did not say for sure that he could help her, nor did he say that he could not help her. He only asked her to try her best.
"Alas, I know I need to work hard, but it's not that easy to get a role. It seems that Brother Nan Yi doesn't know much about the film and television industry." Chen Lu sighed, put away Nan Yi's letter and put it aside .
Another girl said enviously, "I'm so jealous that you were chosen. I also submitted my information, but in the end, I wasn't even allowed to audition."
Chen Lu climbed down from the bunk and smiled, "Maybe it's luck."
Then, several girls sat together, chattering, and everyone looked forward to the future with each other.
However, when it was almost noon and Chen Lu was leaving with her luggage, the atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly changed. The previous friendly atmosphere and deep friendship between the best friends disappeared in an instant.
"Hmph, what's there to be proud of? It's just an audition. It's not certain whether you will be selected or not."
The person who said this was the girl who had just praised Chen Lu.
"It's because we can't bear to let go. We should get closer to the directors and show our faces in front of them more. No, next time I have the opportunity to meet a big director, I will give it my all."
"Yes, you should learn from that little bitch Chen Lu and get in touch with directors more often. There are less than two years left before graduation. If you don't look for acting opportunities, you won't be able to get a good job in the future."
"Humph, I just can't stand her. She dresses herself up every day. She really thinks she can become famous by filming a few TV series. She flirts every day just to get high on the social ladder."
"Who asked me to be so willing? You can do it if you are willing."
"Hehe, I think she will definitely not be chosen this time. I heard that the male lead of this play is Zhang Yimou, so there is no way she can be the female lead."
"That's right, that's right. I think she's just going out for a day trip, and she'll be back the day after tomorrow in disgrace."
…
After having lunch at Ke Jianzhen’s house, Nan Yi said goodbye and left.
After that, he went to the Children's Palace.
The concept of quality-oriented education was mentioned some years ago, but most parents at that time did not have any specific concept of this term. But in fact, some of their educational methods already explain everything.
At that time, cram schools for mainstream subjects such as mathematics, physics, and foreign languages ​​had not yet become popular. In the eyes of parents, these subjects were tasks to be completed in school, while the direction of extracurricular training was other hobbies.
Compared with tutoring, it is more popular to send children to the Children's Palace.
There is inevitably such a teaching base in every city and county level area across the country, but what is learned here is not boring textbook knowledge, but the development of various interests.
It was Monday and there was not a single child in the Children's Palace. Only a few staff members were seen.
Through these two people, Nan Yi found Mr. Huang, who was in charge of admissions. After asking around, he found out that there was no guqin class in the Children's Palace. Nan Yi could only express his disappointment, but still asked if he could take a look around the Children's Palace.
After getting permission, Nan Yi started wandering around the Children's Palace.
In his previous life, as a rural child, Nan Yi had only heard of the Children's Palace but had never seen it. It was not until he was too old to go to the Children's Palace that he saw it on TV. At that time, he envied the children who could sit in the classroom of the Children's Palace and learn musical instruments and painting.
Unlike the children who were forced by their parents to attend cram schools decades later, the children at this time mostly went to the Children's Palace voluntarily, or they studied seriously instead of being perfunctory.
At this time, parents are still relatively innocent and just want their children to learn more. Their purpose is not so strong. Moreover, going to the Children's Palace at this time is something that only others can afford. Most families simply cannot afford the extra expense. When children hear that someone can come to the Children's Palace on the weekend, they look at the child with envy.
A few decades later, if children heard that someone didn’t have to go to cram school on weekends, they would be filled with envy and jealousy.
If I have what others don't, and if others have it, I must also have it. These are two completely different situations.
Decades later, for most parents, sending their children to cram schools can only impress themselves. How much suffering and pain have I endured for my children's education?
But for children, it is simply a torture and inhuman treatment . They are forced to learn even though they are not interested in it. They cannot learn anything well with a rebellious mentality, and the seeds of resentment towards their parents will be planted in their hearts.
It is different at this time. Under the blessing of scarcity and superiority, no matter whether the children really want to learn or not, they will study very seriously, because they know that the opportunity to learn is hard-won and the financial strength is limited. Few parents can easily send their children to the Children's Palace. Most of them have to grit their teeth and save money from food and drink.
In addition, if you learn well, you can brag to your friends and you will have various opportunities to express yourself in school. The desire to perform is something children are born with. Deep down, who doesn't want to be on stage and be cheered by others?
Through the window, Nan Yi imagined the studying scene inside for a while. After returning, he would ask his son what else he wanted to learn. The feeling of being taught one-on-one at home is different from sitting in the classroom. He didn't want his son to miss this experience.
In Sierra Leone, Team G of the Food Escort was escorting seven or eight trucks of agricultural products to the trading location, and Team Okapi of Unit B of the Troublemakers were following behind them to provide secret protection.
"North Korean defectors, North Korean defectors."
"Lincoln, I can hear you." Jin Guoquan said in a bad tone.
He was not at all satisfied with the code name "North Korean defector", but there was nothing he could do because it had already been called out and he couldn't change it even if he wanted to.
"Watch out for the three o'clock direction, there are unusual reflections."
"Copy." Jin Guoquan responded, and then said into the intercom: "Malay girl, pay attention."
"Got."
The Malay girl in the truck bed responded, poked her head out from the pile of sacks, carefully opened the small hole in the oilcloth, poked the sniper rifle out of the hole, and aimed at the three o'clock direction.
"Damn it, North Korean defectors, we are in trouble. Twenty-five of us, six sky rockets, eight hair dryers, and the rest are Su Xiule, elite soldiers, with armed pickup trucks, and there are also ones in the one and six o'clock directions."
"Coming for us?"
"What do you say? Contact Her Majesty the Queen immediately and ask if it's appropriate to take a preemptive strike."
"Shit, RUF, you bastards, stand guard and wait for my order. Lincoln, do you hear me?"
"I heard you. Okapi will do its best to protect you. Good luck."
Jin Guoquan took out his satellite phone and quickly called Rebecca to report the current situation.
"Abandon the cargo and save your life at all costs."
"Got."
Jin Guoquan put down the satellite phone, thought about the countermeasures in his mind, and then said into the intercom: "Listen carefully, the further we go, the more dangerous we will be. We are only 20 kilometers away from the government-controlled area. As long as we enter the jungle, these bastards will not be able to catch up with us.
Now, move thirty degrees to the left, drive for ten seconds and abandon the car, get ready, and start the countdown, eight, seven, six... now is it."
Following Jin Guoquan's order, people jumped out from the cabs, co-pilot seats and cargo boxes of the eight trucks, rolled on the ground, paused for one or two seconds, and then stood up from the ground. A total of thirteen people ran to where they should be and formed a tactical formation.
"North Korean defectors, no less than 70 people at one, three, and six o'clock, will surround you. You have at most fifty seconds."
"Where can you get?"
"At eight o'clock, I will support you from three hundred meters away."
"Great, I hope the truck can kill more people. 20 to 70, our chances of winning are slim."
"Yes, North Korean defector, maybe today is our last time working together. Don't worry, I will take care of your wife, I will marry her, and I will make her happy."
"Lincoln, Fuckyou, this joke is not funny at all." Jin Guoquan said panting while running quickly.
"Haha, five seconds countdown, get ready to watch the big fireworks, five, four..."
As Lincoln counted down, three pickup trucks had stopped beside the truck. Several people jumped out of the pickup trucks and were about to check the trucks. Then, almost in no particular order, eight trucks exploded brilliant fireworks in all directions, and the three pickup trucks and the people on them were all destroyed.
Then, there was a chaotic roar, and other pickup trucks parked in the distance started up and accelerated in the direction where the North Korean defectors were running.
The North Korean defectors ran and ran, and soon they came to a slope. The thirteen of them took off their tactical backpacks, lay on the ground, and prepared for battle.
"Lincoln, how much was reimbursed?"
"16. We still have 57 to deal with. I have bad news for you. There are three Type 77 anti-aircraft machine guns on the pickup truck. Pray, I can only take down two of them."
"Shit, Lincoln, I don't believe in God, I believe in shamans."
"Whatever you believe in, what else can you do but pray?"
"Lincoln, say something inspiring."
"OK, listen up, Go west, Young man."
As Lincoln finished his words, two very close sniper rifle gunshots rang out. As the machine gunners operating the Type 77 in the cargo beds of two pickup trucks were killed, the machine guns on the other five pickup trucks began to roar.
The three different sounds of gunfire - da da da, bang bang bang, and boom boom boom - suppressed the North Korean defectors so much that they could not raise their heads.
"Malay girl, Malay girl, oh shit, the Malay girl won the prize."
The Malay girl was a sniper. In order to deal with the last Type 77, she retracted her head slower than others. Because of this, she was unfortunately hit by a 12.7mm bullet in the triangular depression below her Adam's apple. With this as the center, the part above her chest was almost shattered.
"North Korean defectors, listen carefully. 32, 47, 309, rapid fire, use up all the ammunition."
"I hear, we only have four shells, and without the saddle, we can't hit accurately."
"Whatever, let me know when you're ready."
In less than ten seconds, Lincoln heard the prepared response.
"Correction, 33, 45, 307."
"alright."
“Fire.”
Boom, boom, boom, boom, one shell after another was fired from the gun, and one shell after another exploded among the group of pickup trucks.
"Fight back, now is the time."
As soon as Lincoln finished speaking, various gunshots rang out.
Team G and Team Okapi attacked the enemy from both sides, assault rifles and light machine guns were responsible for fire suppression, and snipers and precision shooters were responsible for killing the enemy.
One, two, three, as the enemies were killed, screams were heard from time to time from the two teams.
Bullets have no eyes. A special forces team fighting against one or two hundred people can only happen in movies. Once hit, no matter which part of the body, as long as the bullet has a chance to roll in the flesh, the person hit will generally lose his combat effectiveness.
Close combat requires excellent tactical coordination, numbers, and luck. There is no immortality, no God mode, and no one who will not die.
When the gunfire stopped and they took inventory, they found that one more member of Team G was dead and two were injured. Three of the Okapi were slightly injured. One was both unlucky and lucky as two fingers were broken. Fortunately, he had a chance to have them reattached, but he would not be able to work as a mercenary in the future.
There was no time to grieve, no time to bury their comrades, to collect things of commemorative significance and things that would reveal their identities, and to carry those who were too strong to walk on their backs. The two teams quickly retreated into the jungle.
"Dad, it's your turn."
Nan Wuwei drew a triangle on the notebook, and Nan Yi found himself doomed. Nan Wuwei's two triples were already formed, and he had no time to block them.
"There's no more chess. Dad lost. My Wuwei's chess skills have improved."
"Hehe, Dad, you've regressed. Here, here, you made a mistake." Nan Wuwei tapped on the notebook with a pen, "As long as you make a move here, here, we will continue."
Nan Yi looked at the book and nodded, "You are right, Dad did make a mistake. Draw a new chessboard and we will continue."
"Um."
Nan Wuwei nodded, without using a ruler, he turned to a new page and drew horizontal and vertical lines on it.
"Nansheng, phone call. It's from Rebecca from Shennong Nanliang." Nan Yi was just waiting for Nan Wuwei to draw the chessboard when the school beauty came to his side.
"Wuwei, take your time drawing. Dad is going to answer a phone call."
"Oh, go ahead, Dad."
Holding the phone, Nan Yi went to the study on the second floor, closed the door, and said into the microphone: "Speak."
"The team from Sierra Leone that went to trade was ambushed. Two were killed, one was seriously injured, four were slightly injured, and two need to retire."
"Which two teams?"
"One G team, one troublemaker Okapi team, the two dead were from the G team, a Malay girl and a Filipino maid."
"Any family?"
"The Filipino maid has no family, and the Malay girl has a younger sister who is being trained at Ruan Zhiping's security company. She is a candidate for your personal bodyguard, Boss."
"Are the others safe?"
"It's safe now."
"Okay, let's deal with the aftermath first. Put off revenge until we find out what happened."
"Yes, I understand."
Nan Yi hung up the phone, muttering silently: "The 14th, the 15th, a total of 15, it's really the result of the sacrifice of thousands of people."
"Did you receive the message?"
After a moment of silence, Nan Yi called Ueto Masami.
"Got it, President. I'm really sorry. I didn't handle the matter well last time."
"Don't apologize yet. I need to know who to seek revenge on."
"Hayi, I'll have someone check it out right away."
"ASAP."