The position of the General Staff.

Yang Chen never cared or cared about it.

Lao Yu's position, which is quite restricted, is tantamount to chicken ribs for Yang Chen, and the good world outside is a happy land for ambitious men to gallop freely.

"Chief, you have exalted me too much, this rank of colonel is enough for me to show off in front of my children and grandchildren that day." Yang Chen said with a smile, meaningful.

He knew that as his foreign power gradually grew, sooner or later, he would have to take off his military uniform and get out of the eleventh bureau, and the colonel might be the pinnacle of his military career.

"I know that the small temple of the Eleventh Bureau can't trap you, a fierce dragon who will travel for nine days sooner or later, but you are really a rare good seedling, a rare talent, try to serve the country and the army for a few years." Lao Yu spoke earnestly, and this love and value for Yang Chen came from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Chen nodded yes.

Lao Yu didn't say anything more, waved his hand, and signaled that Yang Chen could leave.

Yang Chen stood upright and performed a standard military salute, for Lao Yu, he always had respect and indescribable gratitude, because Lao Yu was his Bole.

"Hey"

Lao Yu waited for Yang Chen to leave, sighed lightly, and expressed infinite regret.

Yang Chen, who was promoted two levels in a row, left Xishan in a complicated mood, took a taxi back to the city, opened a room in the Pearl Hotel, tossed back and forth, inadvertently had the lights on, went to the hotel Chinese restaurant after dinner, just returned to the room, a phone call, had to go out again.

Nightclub culture.

The side reflects the degree of development of a city and the level of consumption.

There are many famous nightclubs in Beijing, and the Wangfu Hotel, located in the heart of the Wangfujing business district, is full of cars after dark.

Yang Chen was one of the very few people who came here by taxi, and the middle-aged brother waved goodbye to Yang Chen enthusiastically, then took off the cigarette next to his ear, sighed a few times, and smiled beautifully.

The cigarette given by Yang Chen.

Yellow Crane Tower in a wooden box 1916.

Something that is common in the eyes of the rich.

It can't compare to the royal cigarettes specially made for the central bosses.

However, seven or eight yuan for a cigarette is definitely a luxury in the eyes of Shengdou Xiaomin.

A cigarette is enough to buy three boxes of the cheapest Zhongnanhai, a pack of cigarettes is one hundred and fifteen, and the brother estimates that his own 70-square-meter house, a month of property water and electricity is calculated to be 200 yuan, and the people who feel the pressure of life who touch this luxury gadget, you must know that this cigarette is equivalent to half a month's salary for employees of ordinary enterprises and institutions.

When the taxi driver sighed, Yang Chen was stopping on the road, looking up at the splendid nightclub of the Wangfu Hotel, he wanted to go back to the hotel to rest early, he smiled helplessly, Wei Ziwen was doing a game tonight, he couldn't refuse, and Wu Jie would come after he was busy with the things at hand, and nagged on the phone, tonight's party is very special and must be obtained.

Yang Chen finished smoking half of the cigarette in his hand, snuffed out the cigarette butt, threw the roadside trash can, and walked quickly into the golden splendor, the waiter took him to the private room booked by Wei Ziwen, pushed open the door, Wei Ziwen was sitting among the four sexy beauties, hugging left and right and singing, no different from a playboy.

Wei Ziwen is not like Wu Jie mixed in the military system, he has to pay attention to the image of the soldier everywhere, this guy is unofficial and light, has a wide range of business, Lu Ziye, spends all day drinking and eating at home, and the water spirit girl in the Northern Film is a scourge after stubble.

"Come on, Yang Zi come in and sit." Wei Ziwen hurriedly put down the microphone and greeted Yang Chen.

Yang Chen is by no means a pure child who regards the night scene as a tiger wolf, he has always thought that it is normal for men to spend time drinking occasionally, listening to music, singing songs, frolicking and laughing with the beautiful women who are fat and thin, tasting a few glasses of wine, and feeling the hustle and bustle atmosphere, it is understandable, he sat beside Wei Ziwen generously, and let the sexy girl with heavy makeup on the other side laugh and get tired of it.

The girl on the edge poured wine for Yang Chen and Wei Ziwen, and the coffee table was full of bells and whistles.

"They'll be there in a minute, let's have a drink first." Wei Ziwen heroically picked up the wine, Yang Chen put his arm around Wei Ziwen's shoulder and said okay, the two of them toasted and drank it all.

At this time, the door of the private room was pushed open again, Wu Jie poured in with more than 20 people, and the slightly deserted private room was suddenly lively, Wu Da rarely saw that Yang Chen was safe and sound, and he was excited, rushed up, punched Yang Chen's shoulder, and Yang Chen, who was beaten, grinned and said that there was an injury here.

Wu Dashao shrank his hand in embarrassment, laughing, and the joy in his heart was fully revealed.

Others came up one after another, greeted Yang Chen, asked long and short questions, Yang Chen looked at these people, and always felt that their eyes or expressions were not quite right, and they were full of suspicions, and they couldn't figure it out.

The big thing decided by the old lady of the Wu family has already spread, and the only party involved is in the dark.

The mommy in the nightclub brought a large group of fat and thin girls, and the men in the private room were allowed to choose, and the largest private room was crowded at the moment.

"Yang Zi, let's brothers come to the blood-stained demeanor, let them see and understand." Wu Jie was very happy today, and when the brothers finished picking the woman, they pulled Yang Chen to sing.

Others applauded with interest.

"Maybe goodbye, will not come back. Do you understand, do you understand. Maybe I fall and will never get up again. Do you have to look forward forever, and if so, don't be sad. On the flag of the republic, there is our blood-stained demeanor," Yang Chen and Wu Jie held the microphone in the KTV private room, and sang passionately.

The original song of this song is Xu Liang, a first-class combat hero of the Southern Xinjiang Campaign, Xu Liang's legendary deeds, these guys with tears in their eyes in the private room all know that during the Vietnam War, all the soldiers in the squad where the combat hero belonged were killed, and he fought alone, avenged his comrades, and played with his life to defend the dignity of a nation.

Later, the baby-faced female military singer covered this song, and "Bloodstained Style" lacked the blood of the Chinese masters.

Today, Yang Chen and Wu Jie sang this song with emotion, which made the men in the private room enthusiastic, and the tragic feelings were deeply touching.

"Let's follow the example of Taoyuan's three alliances today, make an alliance with blood, and worship the son."

Wei Ziwen waited for Yang Chen to finish singing, shouting on a whim, and a group of people from the army compound applauded, Yang Chen had nothing to hesitate about, and nodded happily.

Someone found a wine glass and poured it with liquor.

Yang Chen, Wu Jie, Wei Ziwen, Tian Li, and Dalong Xiaolong bit their fingers first, and the blood dripped into the wine glass, and the rest of the people rushed to follow suit, dripping blood, and in the private room, twenty-four people bowed in blood, drinking the liquor stained red by blood, and everyone smashed the wine glass, shouting: "We will always be brothers, and we will never give up in life and death!" ”

will always be brothers, life and death will never give up.

Yang Chen felt the sincerity without impurities from each other's burning eyes, as well as the blood without fear of life and death.