156. The great hidden in the city

The engagement was scheduled for July 8, and the time was so tight that it took several days just to make the invitations.

Fortunately, Tang Chuan didn't need to worry about these things, what he cared about was still the matter of the promotion meeting.

So the entire real yĆ n room was full of horsepower, and Tang Chuan plunged into all kinds of real yĆ n counts, and occasionally pulled the unicorn over to help. If it weren't for the fact that the news of his engagement to Helan had been spread outside, it would be difficult for you to tell from the dull hair on his head that curled up from time to time and the dark circles that always appeared under his eyes that he was about to get engaged.

On the other side, Evans wanted to see Tang Chuan.

Exactly, Evan's thoughts see the man behind the scenes. The action on the streets of Huajing that day was so orderly that Evans couldn't believe it was a spontaneous and disorganized act.

As for Luo Fei?

Evans didn't mean to look down on her, but he had investigated this Luo Fei for the success of the operation. Luo Fei is the president of the drama club and has a lot of prestige at the Wisteria Military Academy, but that's all.

Besides, there were still members of Su Feng's team in the crowd, and Evans didn't think that Luo Fei could command them.

The meeting place was in a small bar in the downtown area, and the secret meetings of Evans and the others were always like guerrilla fighting, and they pursued one principle -- to hide in the city.

I went to some remote place to catch one accurately.

Luo Fei, as an intermediary, arrived early in the morning after telling Tang Chuan the address. Evans then arrived, put on her makeup, and looked like a depressed salesman.

But in the booth, the two of them waited left and right, and there was no trace of Tang Chuan.

"Are you sure he'll come?" Evans didn't know that person was Tang Chuan at the moment, and as for whether he guessed it, it was unknown.

Luo Fei asked rhetorically: "Why do you have to meet him, don't you think it's not good to meet at this juncture?" ā€

"I have something to say to his face."

"I heard that you've been running to the council hall every day these days?" Luo Fei asked again.

Evans nodded, adding two more pieces of ice to the beer, "I've been watching the council a lot lately, and I'll have to go to a crowded place to be safe." ā€

Evans is now a representative of the people's will, and every day he talks to the council hall about the affairs of the people's court. There are pros and cons to staring at him with so many pairs of eyes.

Taking a big sip of beer, he wiped his mouth and said, "Now that I have been banned from entering and leaving the council, I have also cut off contact with Speaker Qin, and the situation is very bad." ā€

"It's good that you're not dead." Luo Fei said, beckoned the waiter to pay, then put the money on the table, and said to Evans: "You should go home, Mr. Evans, it is not safe to walk alone at night." ā€

"Hey!" Evans stood up and called her, and then Luo Fei strode away without looking back.

Evans looked annoyed, but then fell back into despair, sat back on the couch, picked up the beer bottle next to him, and poured it into his mouth with his head up.

The beer frothed and slid down the corners of his mouth.

It turns out that it is ridiculous to buy drunk with beer.

It wasn't long before Evans got up and walked away, several of the crowd following him cautiously until they disappeared into the black rental car.

"Go to No. 98 Ming'an Avenue." Evans casually put the briefcase on the chair and pulled his tie, his words visibly tired.

"Okay, sit down." The driver drove quickly, and after a while, he drove the car onto the floating track.

The cool night breeze blew in through the car window, and the moon cast a not-so-bright light, but in the darkness, Evans's eyes brightened again.

"Hello." Evans' tone was steady.

The driver took off his hat and turned back with a handsome smile, "Good evening, Mr. Evans." ā€

There was a hint of surprise in Evans's gaze, but only a hint - the result was both unexpected and reasonable.

Tang Chuan, the captain of Sufeng's team, is a man who is about to get engaged to Helan.

Sounds a lot like a legend, doesn't it? Just two years ago, he was an unknown nobody, like all ordinary people.

Then, suddenly, it rose like a comet.

"Congratulations on the engagement." Evans congratulated him from the bottom of his heart, no matter what, Tang Chuan is simply a model of their little people's struggle, and it is rare that Tang Chuan seems to be as down-to-earth as ever.

"Thank you." Tang Chuan said and asked, "What is the matter with Mr. Evans looking for me?" Do you know that I've been so popular lately, and there are so many people staring at me, if the gossip news about my night party with a mysterious man breaks out before I get engaged, I won't be able to wash it away by jumping into the interstellar sea. ā€

Evans was stunned, and then straightened up again, "I want to know the situation of Speaker Qin, all my contacts with the council here have been cut off, and I'm a little worried." ā€

"Although Speaker Qin has received a lot of criticism in the parliament because of you, and has recently been severely suppressed by Dean's side, he is a dignified speaker after all, and he will not be defeated so lightly." Recently, the council's secrecy work has been done very well, and Dean has vigorously arrested the spies internally, but Tang Chuan has channels from Helan and Shainin, and this news can't be hidden from him, "Why don't you ask Christophe?" ā€

Evans frowned, his eyes as deep as the sea, "Why should I ask him?" ā€

"Christopher has been locked up, and although the council has not revealed anything, he has probably been planted."

Evans was silent for a long time before he spoke: "The Tao is not the same. ā€

Tang Chuan shrugged his shoulders and handed over a cigarette, "Do you smoke?" ā€

Twenty or thirty yuan a pack of cheap cigarettes, Evans looked at it and suddenly felt very kind.

"Thank you." Evans took a deep breath and said, "I originally thought that Qin was a way out. ā€

"Now you're disappointed?"

"I can't talk about it." Evans highlighted a smoke ring, looked over the circle, a little confused, "If it was before coming to Huajing, maybe I would still be disappointed." But after coming to Huajing, I realized that the water here is far deeper than I imagined, and only grassroots like me may be able to fight hard regardless of it. Qin Zheng is neutral, so he should have his own concerns. ā€

"When you say that, it means that you are still disappointed." Tang Chuan pierced him mercilessly.

Evans laughed, choked on the smoke, and coughed a few times. Tang Chuan casually threw him a bottle of water, "You won't just complain when you call me, right?" ā€

"Of course not. I've heard that you're going to hold a pitch party on your engagement day, and it's a matter of success or failure. Things have come to this point, and I am soft-spoken, and there is not much I can do, so there are a few things that I must find a way to tell you, and maybe it will be useful to you. ā€

Tang Chuan changed the flying car to autopilot, sat up straight, and said succinctly, "You say." ā€

"The first thing is Speaker Qin. In any case, he is a powerful figure in the parliament, and it is not as effective for you to win over ten nobles and ten thousand commoners as it is to convince him. He was the one who brought me to Huajing in the first place, so theoretically it was possible to convince him. ā€

Then, "The second thing may not have anything to do with the current situation, but I vaguely feel a little tired, you can listen to it and use it as a reference." About 12 or 3 years ago, about a year after the explosion in Saint-Suri, His Royal Highness the then Crown Prince Moulin went to the border to make a patrol. ā€

Mullin?

Tang Chuan was suddenly alert, "And then? ā€

"His Royal Highness Mullin is a very close person to the people, and he likes to go everywhere to inspect the people's situation when he is patrolling, especially going to various schools and chatting with different students. I was one of those students. The students loved him, and there were about a dozen of us in a room, and he sat with us, chatting all over the world, asking us what we thought about various issues, saying that it would enlighten him. ā€

"Do you remember the exact day?"

"June 13th." It was a great honor to be received by the crown prince, so Evans remembers it well.

On June 13th, Tang Chuan frowned, and one of the disordered threads in his mind suddenly became so long that he pulled out, "That is to say, His Royal Highness Mu Lin passed away due to an accident a few days later, did you notice anything unusual on that day?" ā€

Evans nodded, recalling the events of Qianyuan, and his tone was a little uncertain, "I didn't think much about it at the time, so the memory is not very deep. But I happened to see His Highness Moulin talking to a man at the base of the wall, and I vaguely heard him mention something. I can't tell you exactly what happened, but there are a few words I still remember - the child, Saint-Suri, the chip, cannot be found. ā€

Memories are vague, and that's all Evans can remember, so he hasn't said anything about it in all these years.

But just these few words have already set off huge waves in Tang Chuan's heart.

That kid, is that Shainin referring to? Zhang Chaosheng? Or is he?

Saint-Suri, this goes without saying.

Chip? Artificial intelligence?

It can't be found, pointing to Mullin's sudden death.

Taken together, so many sensitive words seem to point to one thing - the explosion of Saint-Suri.

Therefore, it was His Highness Mullin who discovered something, so he was killed. Or is he trying to plan something, and then Lin Xuan will attack first?

But all in all, Tang Chuan looked at Evans sternly, his eyes sharp, "You sued me just now, you must not sue anyone." ā€

"I know." Evans snuffed out the cigarette butt, "If I didn't think you're reliable, I wouldn't have said it." From now on, this secret is yours, and I am still just a minor councillor, and I have nothing to do with it. ā€

Tang Chuan tilted his head, "You are simply throwing this pot." ā€

Evans smiled, what kind of burden does a person in what position, he doesn't have so much energy.

At this time, the destination arrived, Tang Chuan stopped the car, "I wish you a good dream." ā€

Evans took a few steps, came back again, and asked solemnly: "Speaking of which, now that I am on this road, His Royal Highness Mullin was my guide, if you really find out something, please tell me." ā€

Tang Chuan raised his hand and made an okay gesture, and the flying car roared away, plunging into the night of Huajing.

In the depths of the night, lonely travelers and travelers are still heading against the wind.

The car drove to the next block, and a new customer came up.

The other party didn't find out Tang Chuan's identity, so he usually reported the name of the place, and then opened the terminal and started the net. Tang Chuan looked at her joys, sorrows and sorrows from the rearview mirror, and suddenly felt that being a taxi driver was also a good career.

"the! If you get married so soon, will you have a baby next year?! The girl beat her chest and feet, and finally put the cap on her face, and the corpse was like a salted fish.

See, life has so many ups and downs.

Tang Chuan glanced at his glasses and winked at his handsome and handsome self - the masters have always been hidden in the people.

Arriving at the destination, the girl got out of the car.

Another young man came up, and Tang Chuan greeted him warmly, "Where are you going?" ā€

"Helan Mountain."

"Okay, sit down."

Tang Chuan neatly pressed the autopilot, turned over and moved to the back seat.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in the bustling downtown area, the door opened, and a trendy boy wearing cropped pants and black sneakers, wearing a peaked cap, carrying a retro distressed leather backpack, and wearing exaggerated sunglasses and chewing gum.

Ten meters ahead, someone was waiting.

The man, dressed in a tailored black suit, stood in the backlight, his face not shining with the streetlights, only the crystal cufflinks still shining in the night.

He lifted his hand and looked at his watch. I don't know how many people's eyes have attracted the attention of the tall and handsome figure, especially the white wrist exposed to the light when he raised his hand, and the slender fingers disappeared from the light into the darkness, as if he had penetrated into some forbidden area, exuding a unique temperament of asceticism.

The trend boy walked over, slightly lifted the face that was half blocked by sunglasses, and grinned, "I'm here." ā€

"You're nine minutes and five seconds late." The man looked at the time again.

At nine minutes and five seconds, Tang Chuan drove a taxi to pick up a passenger.

The person who stated that he was late was, of course, Helan.

Tang Chuan shook his head, stretched out his hand to wrap his shoulder, and brought him into the bustling lights in the cool night breeze, "I made money, do you know?" Twenty dollars, I can treat you to a cone! ā€

Helan didn't know when he had already put on a pair of sunglasses, Tang Chuan saw it, turned around and pulled him along, stretched out his hand, and unfastened the button that he had buttoned to the top by dividing it by two, vaguely revealing his collarbone.

Tang Chuan nodded with satisfaction, and then compared the clothes of the two, "The cold elite abstinent man plus the handsome and invincible trend boy is perfect, before you go to business, do you want to make an appointment with me first?" ā€

Helan Wan'er, "What script?" ā€

"Well, a high-IQ, highly educated professional manager, and the rebellious youngest son of his new boss?"