Chapter 132: A Thousand Cups Don't Get Drunk!
Han Zhenbei was relieved.
Whether Lin Ze is a good agent or not, Han Zhenbei doesn't know. But in terms of ability, Lin Ze can indeed be called a first-class bodyguard. This has been verified as early as Huaxin City. Secondly, Fauber also has a high opinion of him.
It's just that to protect the children of the Han family, his descendants of Han Zhenbei, with first-class ability alone, can't satisfy Han Zhenbei's rigorous style at all.
There is no shortage of bodyguards with extraordinary skills and first-class professional level in these years. But there is a lack of bodyguards who do not follow the crowd and are determined. Be the bodyguard of the Han family, the personal bodyguard of the Han family's sisters and brothers. is destined to fall into the battle of interests in Yanjing City, is it like a rock to protect the safety of the Han family's sisters and brothers, or is it to be defeated by huge interests and eat inside and out?
Even if this is a young man who is extremely respected by Director Fang, Han Zhenbei does not dare to be careless.
The Han family sisters and brothers are the heirs of Han Zhenbei, and even in his opinion, Han Xiaoyi is destined to take over the Han family's foundation. When it comes to security, there is no room for sloppiness.
When a person is in danger, the person is usually insecure, and then they will try their best to find security, to find a spiritual support to rely on.
Han Jinbei is now also in the whirlpool of struggle, and his situation is not safe. But he is no ordinary person. When he was in danger, his first thought was not how to seek security. It's about doing everything in his power to protect the people he cares about. For example, Han Xiaoyi, such as Han Xiaobao.
They can't have an accident, and Han Zhenbei won't allow them to have an accident.
The two siblings are the heirs of the business empire created by Han Zhenbei, Han Zhenbei has been old for a hundred years, and this mountain must be carried by them and inherited by them. So in the test of Lin Ze, his attitude was quite unkind. Even Han Xiaoyi and Fu Bo were deceived in the past.
"Come into my study and talk?" Han Zhenbei asked with a watery face.
"Okay." Lin Ze snapped a cigarette and followed.
The study room is plain, with papers piled high on the desk. But it was listed in an orderly manner, not at all messy. Lin Ze, who has been on the verge of life and death for a long time, remembers a sentence that details determine success or failure. It seems that Han Zhenbei is also profoundly implementing this iron law.
The old man sat down and didn't say much, just looked at each other.
Lin Ze admires Han Zhenbei's appearance very much, he has entered middle age, but he still has a charming face and distinct facial features. Presumably when he was young, he was a heartthrob-like beautiful man. No wonder the Han family siblings were born so handsome. Genomics can really determine what the next generation will look like.
Han Zhenbei glanced at Lin Ze calmly.
He's excellent. At least when it comes to bodyguard work, he's done it perfectly.
Lin Ze's work in Huaxin City for nearly two months was meticulously recorded by Fu Bo and passed on to Han Zhenbei for review.
In order to protect his employer, he stayed up all night to guard the villa for two months, and accompanied his sister and brother to school during the day. In terms of dedication, Lin Ze is impeccable.
"I apologize to you for the faux pas just now, and I hope Mr. Lin doesn't mind." Han Zhenbei was the first to speak, and said in a sincere voice.
"Understandable." Lin Ze grinned and said. "If we swap identities, the first thing we do when we meet is to beat you up and see if you're capable enough to take a beating. As a bodyguard, the ability to take beatings can determine the safety of the employer. β
Han Zhenbei ignored his verbal revenge, paused, and said, "I don't know about your private affairs, and I'm not interested in understanding them. You can do it, but don't interfere with your bodyguard work. In addition, don't infect Han Xiaobao with these styles. β
Lin Ze raised his eyebrows, and then smiled: "Miss Han has already warned me loudly. β
At the mention of Han Xiaoyi, a trace of warmth flashed in Han Zhenbei's deep eyes, and he chuckled: "She is becoming more and more like her mother." β
Just kidding, right?
Is your wife so beautiful and cute, brutal and spicy?
My brother Xiaolin hates the man who sticks gold on his wife's face the most, Han Zhenbei, don't force me to slap you in the face!
"During the May Day holiday, you will accompany the two of them to live in another villa as usual and protect their safety at all times." Han Zhenbei hesitated for a moment and said. "I know you're not interested in money, but if there's anything you can't do, and I can, I'll accommodate whatever you ask."
"In this materialistic society, I'm not even interested in money, what do you think I'm going to care about?" Lin Ze said very pretendedly, but his superficial expression betrayed his dirty soul.
"If you think of it, feel free to tell me." Han Zhenbei's cold and hard expression gradually softened.
"How many assassins did you have?" Lin Ze suddenly diverted the topic and asked abruptly.
When Han Zhenbei heard this, he didn't overreact, and said calmly: "Seven." β
"Half of all your faces are covered with iron sheets?" Lin Ze asked.
"Do you know where they came from?" Han Zhenbei skipped the unnutritious conversation and said curiously.
"Flying Eagle." Lin Ze spit out these two words simply but forcefully.
"Flying eagles?" Han Zhenbei frowned, not understanding the meaning of these two words.
"A killer organization." Lin Ze spoke like a treasure. "Don't talk about you businessmen, Rao is a killer world, and I haven't heard of them much."
"You mean, this killer organization is pretty powerful?" A hint of worry flashed between Han Zhenbei's eyebrows.
"At the same level as you in the business world, it may be even better." Lin Ze explained. "No one knows how many people there are in this organization, who they are, where they live, and where the agglomeration is. But from what I know, when they receive a mission and send someone to carry it out, these people either complete the mission or die. β
"There are no such cruel rules of the game, and there is no way to train such a good killer." Han Zhenbei said with some respect. "Being able to kill three of my bodyguards has proven their ability."
"I think you should be worried rather than emotionally about their high level of professionalism." Lin Ze said with a little curiosity.
Han Zhenbeifeng smiled lightly, but this smile contained endless domineering, like a male lion waking up from a deep sleep, looking at all living ants.
In Yanjing City, a top businessman who has been cultivated in this big dye vat for decades, his aura is indeed extraordinary. Lin Ze sighed.
"I've gotten to this point beyond the number of times I've been in lore danger. I can still sit here and talk to you, half luck, and half strength. Han Zhenbei said confidently.
Lin Ze didn't feel that Han Zhenbei was pretending to be forced at all. Although he is very sensitive to others pretending, as long as someone pretends to be in front of him, it is difficult for him to curb the urge to slap his face. But Han Zhenbei's words are absolutely well deserved in Lin Ze's opinion.
He refilled his cigarette and said calmly, "That's all I have. My mission is only to keep your children safe. β
"My concern is not how good these people are, but who invited them and who wants to kill me." Han Zhenbei's eyebrows were exposed with a hint of anger that could not be contained, but it was fleeting and said coldly. "Only with great interests can we have great courage. There are many people in Yanjing City who want to kill me, but there are very few who have the courage. β
"It's not my concern." Lin Ze said lightly.
Han Zhenbei also stopped this topic, and showed a faint smile: "I heard Director Fang say, you can drink very well?" β
"A thousand cups are not drunk." Lin Ze raised his head proudly.
"That's what people in the business world call me." Han Zhenbei said defiantly.
"I'm afraid you don't have enough inventory at home." Lin Ze sneered.
"This villa has an underground wine cellar. Fauber calculated that the wines were worth 100 million. β
"If you can't finish drinking, you'll die!" Lin Ze stood up.
Han Xiaoyi and Han Xiaobao sat on the soft Simmons, looking at the two men who were drinking with a blank expression.
One bottle.
Two bottles.
Three bottles.
n bottlesββ
The ground is full of wine bottles, all kinds of wine bottles. There are thousands of bottles, tens of thousands of bottles, and 82 top Lafite.
On the small coffee table between the two, there is only a plate of peanuts and a plate of sauced beef.
They drink a cup, eat a peanut, tear a piece of beef. Three hours passed, and both of them lit a cigarette and stared at each other with a smile.
There are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation for more than half a sentence.
Lin Ze and Han Zhenbei don't talk much, and they are not confidants. But they still drank a lot, and they drank very happily and had a great time.
Men are always like this, no matter how noble or lowly they are. It's easy to get closer to each other at the wine table. There is no need for too many words, and there is no need for too many polite and hypocritical pleasantries.
Everything in the cup.
Han Zhenbei was helped away by Fu Bo, and before leaving, he just glanced at Lin Ze deeply and didn't say a word.
The Han family sisters and brothers stared at Lin Ze with some incredulity, they clearly knew that Daddy had quit drinking for several years, and even when he was discussing business, he never drank. With his position, he would not drink, and no one could force him.
But today, he made an exception and drank a lot. Roughly calculated, the drinks the two drank tonight were worth millions.
"Old Fu, give me a cigarette."
Han Zhenbei in the carriage said in a deep voice.
Fauber was slightly stunned, took out a cigarette for the master, and then lit it for him.
Han Zhenbei rolled up the window, took a deep breath, let the spicy smoke circulate around his lungs, slowly spewed out a faint smoke, and said slightly drunk: "Aren't you curious?" β
"It's been a long time since I've drunk so much, and the last time was five years ago." Fauber said tactfully.
"Lin Ze is a trustworthy young man, and I finally understand why he is extraordinary, but he is not treated by the officials of the state security." Han Zhenbei said calmly.
"Why?" Fauber asked, slightly curious.
"He's too bloody." Han Zhenbei flicked the cigarette ash. "Something can be disguised and disguised with a false mask for a lifetime. But there are some things that are hard to hide. You can see through it at a glance. In a place like Guoan, there is no room for people who are too self-conscious and have too blood surnames. β
It's night, and the wind is up. Brushed his hair and blurred his eyes. The sedan slowly drove into the night and disappeared at the end of the street.
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