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On the low wall of the Forbidden City, a group of old people sat silently under the roots of the former imperial city, quietly watching people come and go, silently witnessing the past of a city.

On the golden street, middle-aged people in a hurry have no time to linger on the beautiful scenery in front of them, and they ride battery cars and drive private cars to the next stop of their lives.

The romantic post-95s generation took a selfie or live broadcast on the golden street to record the scene of the golden leaves flying, and their faces were filled with the sweetest smiles.

Under the high stone platform in front of the former marshal's mansion, a black and thin man quietly looked up at the tall and handsome bronze statue.

That's Zhang Xueliang!

The former old man Xiao Liuzi!

The familiar call of Brother Feng echoed in his ears, and he seemed to be able to see his figure in and out of the courtyard not far away.

The autumn breeze near sunset swept in, and a beautiful Moon Palace fairy gently draped her windbreaker over the man's body.

"It's windy, don't catch a cold. ”

The man turned his head and bowed lightly at the girl, quietly lit a cigarette, and finally glanced at the bronze statue of the deceased, and turned around lightly.

"Fate is born, and part is artificial!"

"Little Liuzi, this is what you said yourself. ”

"It is said that the leaves fall back to the roots, but you chose the Valley of the Temple, thousands of miles away, as your burial place. ”

"No matter whether it is right or wrong, no matter the family and the country, it has turned into a drop of water in the long river of history. ”

"Leave it to posterity to judge. ”

"Another day, I'll see you. ”

At sunset, the autumn wind is whining, and the earth is slaughtered.

An old rickshaw walked through the streets and alleys of Tianyang City without hurrying, attracting passers-by from time to time to marvel.

When did the rickshaw from Bagua Street cross the line and run to the city center?

Doesn't anyone care?

Is this making a movie?

Someone wanted to shoot a video of the rickshaw, but found that the driver and passengers were tightly wrapped, and they couldn't help but be disappointed.

When the green light came on, a nondescript driver in a sportswear and windbreaker decisively rushed out of the crowd and pulled the car quickly across the long zebra crossing.

With one hand, he swung to the left to stop an off-road vehicle coming from the left, and arrived at an old building of the Republic of China on the opposite side at the moment when the next red light turned on.

The off-road vehicle was blocked by the rickshaw and immediately exploded. Several cars in front and behind drove over at high speed, rushed to the outside of the old western-style building and stopped.

A group of rich second-generation people got down from several luxury cars and sports cars, carrying baseball bats and approaching the rickshaw.

"Damn, it's amazing to pull a rickshaw. Dare not say goodbye to our Brother Zhao's car, it is tired and crooked. ”

"If I don't give you some blood today, you don't fucking know that Prince Zhao has three eyes. ”

A few people shouted and cursed together, but they didn't pay attention to the group of black-clothed people standing outside the old western-style building.

The moment this group of rich second generations arrived, a group of people in black stopped the rich second generation from various places.

Ten seconds later!

The rich second generation were all lying on the ground, and without even snorting, they were grabbed by the people in black like chickens, and thrown on the sidewalk like dead dogs, as if they were dead.

At the door of the old western-style building stood a graceful woman.

The evening breeze blew, lifting the woman's beige tunic trench coat away, revealing the plain sweater inside, like a Limbo fairy.

With a neat princess head, pretty plain makeup, and delicate facial features that are as cold as ice, the woman in front of her is like the proud peony, and more like the bleak iceberg.

The boots that reached to her knees, and the black stockings, made this woman look lonely.

At this time, a woman also got off the rickshaw and gently untied the scarf around her head, revealing a pure face like a summer lotus.

A white woolen hat makes the woman on the rickshaw more innocent and unique.

The two girls looked at each other, walked quickly together and hugged gently.

When the two girls stood together, one was arrogant and cold, and the other was beautiful and vulgar, which quieted the restless wind of autumn.

"Zimo!"

"Xiaoxin!"

"Your videos are circulating on the Internet, the rickshaw crosses half of Tianyang City, and I thought it had crossed. ”

"I saw it too. Help me delete the video. Don't let anyone know he's here. ”

"Don't worry, there aren't many circulations, and it's basically deleted. ”

"It's romantic. Unexpectedly, he would pull the car for you. ”

"Don't say it, it feels really good. It's like returning to the Republic of China. ”

"Since you like it, you will want a BMW Xiangche for your wedding in the future, and I will sponsor you 999 rickshaws. ”

"Bao Lao!"

"Okay. I ran out of marriage and you keep using it. ”

"Zimo, you ......"

The two girls whispered softly, but their eyes did not leave a certain place at all.

The rickshaw driver had already taken off his scarf, revealing a black and thin face of Qing Shui, and his obsidian-like deep and clear eyes looked at the old western-style building in front of him quietly, with a strange expression.

Wang Xiaoxin walked up to the coachman and said coldly, "Are you sure you are here?"

The coachman unhurriedly lit his cigarette and looked up at the surrounding buildings, and then at the peacock blue night.

"Not necessarily. ”

The coachman's cold and casual tone and look made Wang Xiaoxin very uncomfortable, glanced at the coachman, and said angrily.

"Commissioner Jin, Mr. Jin, Jin Feng—"

"This is an office building, I finally applied for the formalities, please, don't waste my time. ”

Jin Feng looked at Wang Xiaoxin, who was as proud as a peacock in front of him, and said lightly: "You can also not take this order." ”

Wang Xiaoxin's frosty face suddenly turned cold, and he shouted angrily: "Don't rub it." Hurry. ”

"For your sake, I'll transfer half of the tassel to you. ”

"I hope you don't let me take the blame. ”

Jin Feng swept his eyes, and sure enough, there were really many of his acquaintances in the team of Changying standing in front of him.

Zhou Qing of Svia, Ke Su of the country of clocks, and Chen Linsheng in charge of Europa affairs.

Wang Xiaoxin is right, these are the elite teams of Changying.

The elite of the elite.

Several acquaintances nodded and winked at Jin Feng, and Jin Feng stepped forward to shake hands with Chen Linsheng, thanking him for saving him at the most critical time.

If he hadn't taken the Chinese doctor Zhong Jianning to catch the plane in time, he would have died a long time ago.

Zhou Qing has a very good relationship with Jin Feng, and when he understands Svia's affairs, he was transferred back to Shenzhou, and now he is the number one person.

Ke Su returned to China this time to report on his work and was temporarily arrested.

At the end of the reminiscence, Jin Feng walked into the old western-style building first.

The action has officially begun.

This was the office of Citibank of the First Empire during the Republic of China.

Now it is the office building of a state-owned enterprise.

In order to cooperate with Jin Feng's actions, the building has long been emptied, and even the monitoring has been suspended.

In 1928, Citibank set up an office here. It mainly deals with warlords in the settlement of arms trade and military equipment purchases.

After the start of the Pacific War in 1941, he was gradually squeezed out of the financial market here.

After the 918 Incident, the business condition of the Fengtian branch of Citibank was extremely poor, and it closed down not long after.

At that time, Zhang Zuolin's arms were known as made by all nations, and in addition to the Roman Empire and the Hans Kingdom, there were also many arms from other countries.

In the later stage, Zhang Zuolin was no longer satisfied with imports, but a large number of imitations.

The first person in Shenzhou to create a mortar was Zhang Zuolin.

There are no original drawings of the old western-style building, and you can only rely on your own eyesight and judgment to find it.

Walking through the corners of the office building, stopping, stopping, walking, stopping, walking, stopping, stopping, walking, stopping, stopping

Until now, Wang Xiaoxin and a group of subordinates didn't know what Jin Feng was looking for, so they just accompanied the Divine Eye Jin anyway.

The old-fashioned building that is almost a hundred years old has changed countless owners, and the structure inside has long been changed beyond recognition, and even Jin Feng feels a headache.

Each office walked around next to each other, and there were special people who were responsible for finishing it up, erasing all traces of footprints and fingerprints.

It was a covert operation that in no way alarmed anyone.

Strictly speaking, Changying and Teko are essentially the same.

One is in charge of foreign countries, the other is in charge of domestic affairs, and they are all agents and spies.

There are not many rooms in the building, and the area is not large, and by the evening the place has been cleaned.

As a result, nothing!

Wang Xiaoxin was very dissatisfied with this result, and kept sneering and looking at Jin Feng coldly.

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