"Alright." Yang Rui pulled Wang Bukong, and said: "I haven't been to Zhonghai for a long time, do serious things first or take you around first?" ”

"Of course, it's to get down to business first, do you think I'm the kind of person who is unreliable?"

Wang Bukong smiled and sighed with emotion: "Speaking of which, I really want to eat the cold rice noodles of the old Hu family, that craftsmanship is really a must." ”

"Don't say it earlier, just now I ate in Shangjing and then come back." Yang Rui said.

Lao Hu Liang Rice Noodles is not far from Yang Rui's old house, about an hour's drive, well, Yang Rui thinks it's not far.

The location is relatively remote, and the business is a little deserted, but the taste and texture are really good.

In fact, he also wants to eat, but he is not worried about Zhonghai's side, so he can only give up.

"You don't know they moved to Zhonghai?" Wang Bukong said.

"I don't know." Yang Rui couldn't help but be stunned.

"The daughter of the old Hu family was admitted to Fudan University, no, last year, the old Hu family all moved to Zhonghai, and I heard that it is still the old business, selling cold rice noodles." Wang Bukong said.

"That's okay, let's get down to business first, and I'll invite you to Lao Hu's place to have a good time." Yang Rui said with a smile.

"It's such a big boss, it's so stingy." Wang Bukong pursed his lips, with a look of disdain, he had never heard of people selling their lives to invite people to eat cold rice noodles.

Everyone talked and laughed all the way back to the villa in the southern suburbs, and did not go to the Yunrui Club, mainly there were many people there, and all eyes were staring at that place.

After arriving at the place, Yang Rui first introduced Wang Bukong and Wen Zhe to each other, and then asked Wen Zhe to arrange for those Cangyun people to go to eat and rest first.

Of course, Wen Zhe didn't know the specific identities of Wang Bukong and others, not that Yang Ruixin couldn't help Wen Zhe, but the fewer people who knew about this matter, the better.

Yang Rui knew with his ass how much pressure his grandmother was under when he transferred Wang Bukong and others.

The person above is sure to be blowing his beard and glaring, and if he doesn't hide his swagger, I'm afraid someone will flip the table.

Moderation is an art that any adult needs to learn to control.

In the end, Yang Rui, Wang Bukong, and Wen Zhe sat down in the pavilion.

Wen Zhe opened the notebook, inserted the USB flash drive, and then turned the notebook screen to Wang Bukong.

Wang Bukong took a serious look, and he couldn't let go of any detail.

It's not that he regards He Minda as a great enemy, but this is his professionalism.

Usually not to mention, when working, you must be up to 12 points of spirit and take everything seriously, no matter how big or small.

Even if the other party is an ordinary person, he will be like this.

This is also one of the important factors for the Cangyun Army to win a hundred battles.

After about half an hour, after reading it, Wang Bukong closed the notebook, looked at Yang Rui and said, "What kind of result do you want." ”

"The hostages are safe, and Hominda is dead." Yang Rui said.

"Priority?" Wang Bukong asked.

Plans are not set in stone, as the battlefield is constantly changing, and it is not surprising that something unexpected may arise.

Therefore, among the two requirements put forward by Yang Rui, it is necessary to set priorities, so that they can make precise changes to the plan on the fly in the face of unexpected situations.

"Hominda is dead." Yang Rui said without hesitation.

The meaning of this is that He Minda must die, and the hostages, if they can be fully protected, they will be fully protected, if they can't be fully protected, they will be partially protected, and if they can't be fully protected, they will all be abandoned, in short, He Minda must die!

When he said this, Wen Zhe and Wang Bukong did not change their faces, no matter what decision Yang Rui made, they would support it unconditionally.

Wen Zhe is grateful to Yang Rui, not to mention Wang Bukong, a soldier who takes obedience to orders as his duty.

Maybe it's cruel, but that's not what they should care about, and, putting them in Yang Rui's shoes, they think they'll do the same.

"Then let's have a meal, after the dinner break, I'll take someone to do it when it's dark." Wang Bukong said.

Next, everyone moved to the restaurant and set up two large tables, one table for King Yang Rui Wenzhe and one table for the sixteen Cangyun warriors.

The song starts to think about the resentment of the reed, and penetrates the wind and cold of Xuanjiashuo.

Huangquan was a wine to pay his brothers, and the sand and blood were not dried up.

At Wang Bukong's request, he drank Moutai.

Who said you can't drink before a mission, people like them who have S-level difficulty every time they receive a task, if they don't drink, they may never be able to drink again.

Of course, in the matter of He Minda, there must be danger, the other party has a gun, and the Cangyun people are not copper-skinned and iron-clad, but it is not difficult for Wang Bukong and others.

It's just that drinking alcohol before the war is already a habit of their Cangyun people, which is also a tradition left by Jiang Mengdie, and it is not governed by the army system.

This wine is called ...... Expedition wine!

Three points of wine, seven points of rice.

After the meal, a more clever looking Cangyun warrior brought an iron box with a lock on the box, Wang Bukong opened it, and then glanced at everyone and asked, "Can anyone add a last word, start from the first and report it." ”

"No. 1!"

"No, two!"

"No, number three!"

"Number Four ......"

From the first to the sixteenth, one person after another reported down, and they all said no.

On the sixteenth, that is, the quick-looking warrior who had gone to hold the iron box earlier, the guy raised his hand, licked his face and said, "Captain, I want to add." ”

"Come up."

As he spoke, Wang Bukong opened the lock and took out an envelope from the box, the number sixteen was marked on the outside.

After Jiang Liang took the envelope, he opened it, took out the paper inside, and looked at the dense text on it, Jiang Liang's white face turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "Captain, give me paper and pen." ”

That's right, the face of this product is white and clean, and it can't be tanned, and it is a natural little white face.

If one day he changed his career to eat soft rice, it definitely had that capital.

As for the dense text on the paper, it's all too angry.

Except for the words left for the parents at the beginning, and asking the comrades-in-arms to help take care of the family, the rest is ......

Such as-

Captain, if I die, please take some time to take a trip to the Maldives for me, I heard that the air there is very romantic, and it is better to bring a girlfriend.

Captain, if I die, please take some time to go to Lao Hu's house for me to eat three bowls of cold rice noodles, remember to eat three bowls at once, I won't be happy without it.

Captain, if I die, trouble every year, take my brothers to burn some paper for me, remember that if you take your brothers, no one will be missing.

Captain......

"I forgot to tell you, my hometown gave me a family affair, after this mission, you have to give me a few days off, I have to go back to get married." Jiang Liang smiled, took the pen and paper handed by Wang Bukong to the others, and added his last words.