Wang Zheng drove the car, Zhang Miaomiao looked at him intently on the co-pilot, Zhang Miaomiao also knew that this kind of opportunity was getting less and less, this life was so long, once together, there was one less time.

In the evening, it was the rush hour after work, and the road in Jinling was very congested, and the car drove very slowly, as if it was slowly moving forward. But Zhang Miaomiao felt very happy, she wished that the road would be blocked a little more, so that she and Wang Zheng could spend a little longer alone.

"Isn't the International Special Forces Competition starting soon, why haven't the participating teams in Huaxia set off yet?" Wang Zheng remembered that Han Tuo said that the competition should have started a few days ago.

"It is said that the organizers encountered a little problem, and the host location of this year's session was temporarily changed." Zhang Miaomiao thought about it for a while and said, "I don't know the specifics. ”

Wang Zheng's brows furrowed: "What happened to make the host country of the International Special Forces Competition even change the location of the competition?" ”

Wang Zheng used to be a special soldier, and he knows better than anyone that this kind of special forces competition, which symbolizes the most powerful combat force in the world, is held every three years, and it is the pride of every special soldier to be able to represent his country in such a competition. This is a grand event in the world's military circles, and each host country has been carefully preparing for more than a year, and in Wang Zheng's impression, it seems that there has never been a change of place due to an emergency!

However, Wang Zheng thought in a blink of an eye that the team sent by Huaxia this time was a "new dragon scale" based on the strength of the Su family's descendants. Can this team represent China? Even if Zhang Hongqi and the others can be the fighting champions of the military division, can their special combat skills really pass the test?

Wang Zheng shook his head, he didn't bother to think about these things now, it had nothing to do with him at all.

"I really don't know." Zhang Miaomiao was also very helpless, with her sources, it was already rare to know the news of the postponement of the International Special Forces Competition.

"You should ask my brother specifically, maybe he knows a little more." Thinking of this, Zhang Miaomiao suddenly smiled: "But he may not be willing to tell you." ”

"He must not want to tell me." Wang Zheng touched his nose self-deprecatingly: "If I were him, I would definitely curse that guy named Wang Zheng every day and not die well." ”

When Wang Zheng first came to Nanjiang, he clashed with Zhang Hongqi's team on the highway, when Wang Zheng hit Zhang Hongqi directly into a serious injury, and lay in the hospital for nearly half a year before recovering.

"In fact, there is a certain mortality rate for participating in such competitions." Wang Zheng glanced at Zhang Miaomiao, and still said what was in his heart: "There are many terrains that are live-fire drills, bullets have no eyes, and if you are not careful, you may lose your life there, will your father let your brother participate?" ”

"I know that." Zhang Miaomiao also sighed and said: "My dad definitely doesn't want him to participate in such a dangerous thing, but when the above notified the Nanjiang Garrison District that there is a quota, my brother can't control it, and he must participate, and he also said that this is the glory of a soldier, if he doesn't participate, it will be a lifelong regret." My parents really couldn't resist him, so they had to let him go. ”

The corners of Wang Zheng's mouth pulled out a smile: "In some ways, Zhang Hongqi is not a qualified soldier, but from other points of view, he is very good." ”

What Wang Zheng said is also true, Zhang Hongqi is narrow-minded, uses public weapons for private purposes, and leads his troops to openly use guns to announce personal vendettas, which seems that he is indeed not very qualified, but if he is another rich second-generation official, I am afraid that he will not have the mind to enter the army for training at all, let alone become the fighting champion of the entire Nanjiang Garrison District, and he is also bent on participating in the international special forces competition with a very high risk factor.

Wang Zheng believes that if Zhang Hongqi can change his temperament of retribution, then the future road will be broader.

Even if the road is blocked, there will be a moment when it will be smooth.

How Zhang Miaomiao hopes that this road can be a little longer, and there is no end to it, but this is simply an extravagant hope.

The compound of the family members of the provincial party committee is already in front of us.

When the guards saw that the Audi who came over did not have a pass, they directly stretched out their hands to stop it, but Zhang Miaomiao pressed the window and smiled slightly, and the guards automatically let them go.

Just kidding, the little princesses in the provincial party secretary's family are sitting in the passenger seat, who would dare to stop this car?

When he arrived in front of the small building where Zhang Binghao lived, Wang Zheng stopped the car and took a small bag from the back seat.

"What is this?" Zhang Miaomiao asked very strangely.

"I'm a guest at your house, so I have to bring some small gifts, it's not good to come empty-handed." Wang Zheng said: "This is the best big red robe, I got it last time I went to Fuzhou." ”

"The best big red robe?" Zhang Miaomiao was surprised: "Could it be that the two tea trees in Jiulong Cave are on them?" That's a tribute! ”

"The tribute is wool, and the new tea every year is sold by Zhang Yanxing himself, and this alone can give the Zhang family more than 100 million yuan."

"That's so much, it's so lucrative." Zhang Miaomiao shook her head when she heard this.

"You have to have a few taels of this bag, right? How did you get it? Could it be that the Zhang family will be willing to give it to you? Zhang Miaomiao knew that if the tea leaves in this small bag were really the best red robe of Jiulongyao, I am afraid it would already be sky-high.

"No, how can they be willing to give it, I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and I came from Zhang Yanxing's office." Wang Zheng said with a smile.

Entering the living room, Wang Zheng saw Zhang Binghao sitting on the sofa, so he shouted very respectfully: "Uncle Zhang." ”

"I haven't seen Wang Zheng for a long time." Zhang Binghao said with a smile.

"Dad, look at what Wang Zheng brought you." Zhang Miaomiao took the small package over: "Don't you like to drink tea, this is the best big red robe." ”

Zhang Binghao heard that Rao was in a high position and was not shocked, and it was difficult to hide the shock in his eyes at this time.

"The best big red robe?" When Zhang Binghao heard this, he immediately pushed the package away: "I can't ask for it!" It's too precious! ”

Zhang Binghao didn't care how Wang Zheng got this superb red robe, but he knew very well how much this small bag was worth, and if he accepted it, it would also be a huge stain on his officialdom reputation.

"Dad, to tell you the truth, it was stolen by Wang Zheng." Zhang Miaomiao said with a smile.

"Stole?" Zhang Binghao didn't turn a corner for a while, and he didn't understand what his daughter meant.

"It was from Zhang Yanxing's office." Wang Zheng said with a smile.