Yang Chen returned to the Pearl Hotel to arrange a sumptuous dinner to entertain the officials from Westland, during the banquet, someone asked Yang Chen if he could stay in China for a while and visit a few more cities, so as to better understand the long-standing Chinese culture and China's economic development.

"Absolutely." Yang Chen gladly agreed, what did the person who made the request think, this guy knew very well, many foreigners had just arrived, and looked at today's China from the perspective of measuring socialist North Korea, thinking that the huge and prosperous imperial capital, the gorgeous Shanghai, such as Pyongyang in North Korea, was a model city deliberately built.

Yang Chen simply gave them an opportunity to fully experience the tremendous achievements made by the Republic of China in the past 30 years and more in reform and opening up, and to correct their prejudice against China caused by the influence of Western media.

Late at night, the banquet ended.

Yang Chen returned to the room, took a cold shower, changed into a nightgown, sat on the sofa, lit a cigar, turned on the TV, and the evening news screen appeared on the flat-screen TV.

Predictable.

He smiled, smoking a cigar absentmindedly, watching TV, thinking about the trip to Zhongnanhai the afternoon after tomorrow, somewhat looking forward to it, and this extremely high courtesy implied another layer of deep meaning that he was not guilty of what he had done before, and it was also a subtle warning to the forces in the capital who tried to take revenge on him.

This is enough to show that the highest level of power in the republic believes that he is more valuable and worthy of respect than the Zhang family, which tends to fall apart and has frequent nest cases.

A cigar burns out.

He turned off the TV and turned off the lights, went back to the bedroom, went to bed, and prepared to sleep, Xiaoyu sent a message, asking him if he had time to come out to sit on the weekend, he replied with a smile, thinking about the busy past few days, take Xiaoyu to meet his group of blood-related brothers, working hard in a place like Beijing, no one cares about it, and it is difficult.

After the two sent messages to each other to say goodnight, Yang Chen put down his phone and fell asleep.

The night passed silently.

The northern, central and southern three seas, all used to be royal gardens, perhaps the location of the Beihai is a little more off, away from the dragon vein of the central axis that has countless magnificent palaces, hundreds of years of vicissitudes of wind and rain, exhausted luck, reduced to the vulgar place where the people in the market play the piano and sing songs and play on the boat.

Therefore, when it comes to Beihai, people naturally think of the park, the White Tower, and the classic nursery rhyme "Let's Swing the Sculls" that has been sung for generations.

The closely connected Zhonghai and Nanhai are different from the Beihai, even if the imperial power declines and the dynasty collapses, it is still a symbol of supreme power.

The people who have entered the world, and do not talk about the praise and disapproval of the world, without exception, have left a strong pen and ink in the annals of history, influencing or promoting the changes of the times.

The courtesy convoy was not too long to drive west along Chang'an Avenue, passing the Tiananmen Tower, turning into Xinhua Gate, and the mighty honor guard raised their guns and saluted, with a clear aura.

The hearts of passers-by and tourists in the distance were stirred, and their imagination was rich, so they would be like a person in the car one day, and they would cross the China Gate in such a grand manner.

The handsome man who had the exclusive back seat of the main car of the convoy didn't pay attention to the expressions of passers-by and tourists at all, and there was no need to find a sense of superiority from the shock of ordinary people.

He thought of his dream when he first joined the army many years ago, to study in a military academy and become an officer, if he could become a Zhongnanhai bodyguard like Xu Zhengyang (the character played by Jet Li).

Dreams and reality are always far apart, and today's entry into the highest organ of power of the republic in an even more special capacity is a tease of fate and a favor of fate.

The convoy bypassed the vermilion wall with five golden characters written "serving the people", went west along the lake, approached the Ziguang Pavilion, and was built in front of the vermilion pavilion of Ming Wuzong, and there were already people waiting quietly.

Yang Chen in the car, staring at the two-story attic that was getting closer and closer, inhaled deeply, calmed his mind, straightened his suit, and showed his best state.

The car is parked.

Someone pulled open the backseat door.

Yang Chen got out of the car with a smile, then walked a few steps quickly, stretched out his hands and shook hands with the tall man who was about to meet him, and the other party also held his hand with both hands, which is a manifestation of equality and mutual respect, and a great country bearing without arrogance and prejudice.

Onlookers smiled and applauded.

One stands at the pinnacle of power in the republic.

the other, to create a bloody legend,

The two who shook hands warmly did not make onlookers feel mismatched because of the difference in age and identity, they were both strong men of this era.

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On the edge of the Fourth Ring Road, in the 301 Hospital near the Wukesong Gymnasium, in the special care ward of Gaogan District, the paralyzed Zhang Lingfeng was half-lying on the hospital bed, and the nursing staff massaged his unconscious muscles to prevent permanent muscle atrophy, after all, there is still a possibility of recovery from high paraplegia.

Zhang Lingfeng knew in his heart that this possibility was very small, basically equal to zero, and looked down at this body that didn't seem to belong to him, and his eyes were filled with hatred that couldn't be dissolved.

"Prince" Bai Haoxuan appeared next to the bedside, put the things he brought on the table next to the bedside, looked at the former prince who couldn't move, sighed in his heart, and had mixed feelings.

Zhang Lingfeng said expressionlessly: "There are fewer and fewer people looking at me, you can persist until today, rare, rare, it's a pity that your time with me was too short before, and you didn't catch anything." ”

Bai Haoxuan said movingly: "Prince, I don't ask for anything. ”

"That's good, it can be less troublesome fighting." Zhang Lingfeng turned his head slightly, glanced at Bai Haoxuan, and asked, "Have you seen him?" ”

Bai Haoxuan nodded, and stopped talking.

"Even if you don't talk about the specific situation of meeting him, I know that he lives a very chic and nourishing life, and he went to Zhongnanhai yesterday." Bai Haoxuan's tone was smooth and without emotional fluctuations, as if he had been relieved or numb to the unbearable past, but Bai Haoxuan beside the bed knew how much hatred this prince hated that would be avenged, and he didn't know how to answer, so he continued to be silent.

"The biggest mistake in my life was to underestimate the surname Yang." After Zhang Lingfeng finished saying this, his dull face finally showed a trace of unwillingness.

Playing a game of cat and mouse, but being counterattacked by mice, how embarrassing!

"The prince is over," Bai Haoxuan cautiously comforted.

"Passed?" Zhang Lingfeng's tone suddenly became cold and hard,

"And what do you want?" A cold and slightly playful voice sounded from the door of the ward, Bai Haoxuan subconsciously turned his head, and then was dumbfounded.

Yang Chen walked in slowly, and the two strong men in black who were originally guarding the door of the ward retreated again and again as Yang Chen approached, because they clearly felt the incomparable dangerous aura.

Zhang Lingfeng, who was on the hospital bed, turned his head to look at Yang Chen little by little, not knowing whether it was too hard or too difficult or his heart was agitated, his slowly turning head trembled, and his face turned red.

[Author's digression]: Sorry, there is only this chapter today.