Lin Zihan, who walked out of the gate of Emgrand, stood at the door of Emgrand and did not get into the car for a long time.

Looking at the street in front of the Emgrand Gate, from one end to the other, this road is the widest street in the entire Southern Capital, with eight lanes in both directions, except for the smooth walls on both sides, you can't see any sundries, the only thing that can surprise Lin Zihan is that the side of the Emgrand Gate is facing an alley, which looks out of place.

"It stands to reason that Wang Qin seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, how can he tolerate the existence of this alley." Lin Zihan said lightly, his eyes fell on the depths of the alley, which was surrounded by high walls, and there was no light in sight, only pitch black.

"Young Master, do you really want to believe him?" Huang Zhizong stood behind Wang Qin, looked down from the top of the high building, and could see Lin Zihan parked next to the car and did not get into the car for a long time.

"He is the only one alive with the gene, and it is also the work of my mother's blood, even if I don't believe him, I can't send him into the abyss with my own hands." Through the window, Wang Qin saw Lin Zihan downstairs and the alley.

"You know what? Uncle Huang, I used to hide in that small alley, waiting for my mother to appear, but I never waited again. Wang Qin looked at the crack under the towering wall, an alley that made the whole street look irregular.

"Let the construction team below Emgrand seal that alley." Wang Qin said lightly, and finally glanced at the alley that made him remember, the alley that carried countless memories, where he once had a period of dim days like an alley.

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"I don't know why Your Excellency came to my mansion?" Zhang Hanjun looked at Lin Zihan, since Zhang Hanjun left the military department and retired from Emgrand, no one in Zhang's mansion has been here for a long time.

"General Zhang, or call you Elder Zhang?" Lin Zihan looked at Zhang Hanjun, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Glancing around the room, Lin Zihan looked at Zhang Hanjun's classical courtyard, which can build such a compound in an urban area where every inch of land is valuable, an independent three-story building, and those strange plants in the yard, just one plant, Lin Zihan feels that it is worth a lot.

"Everything is just a common name, why should you care about those false names." Zhang Hanjun sat at the desk, carefully studying the ink, and there were twelve brushes made of blood wolf king wolf on the desk.

In the process of Zhang Hanjun's ink study, Lin Zihan did not bother, but waited there quietly, even though Lin Zihan knew that he was bound to have a bad relationship with Zhang Hanjun today, but Lin Zihan did not want to disturb anyone's interest.

"You're still the first person willing to wait for me to study ink." Zhang Hanjun carefully put the ink block on the square box on the side, then picked up the brush and gently dipped it in the ink in the inkstone, and left the handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on the paper.

"I'm curious, what makes you willing to believe in the once chaotic military department, and don't want to continue to be the support behind the scenes of Emgrand." Lin Zihan watched Zhang Hanjun stop writing, and then solemnly hung the brush back on the pen holder.

"Do you want to be a lobbyist for Emgrand, or what?" Zhang Hanjun looked at the last drop of ink on the brush, and then slowly walked to the tea table next to him, and carefully washed tea, made tea, and made tea......

Time passed unconsciously, and a long time passed unconsciously, in front of Lin Zihan, there was an extra cup of weak tea with a strong tea fragrance, the tea color was not thick, and even a little light, a delicate and small teacup, a cup just drank in one gulp.

Lin Zihan was not in a hurry to move the cup to drink tea, but was waiting for Zhang Hanjun to continue pouring water, turning the pot, and a cup of tea poured briskly between the teapot and the teacup, and the fragrance of tea blew into Lin Zihan's nose with a gust of wind blowing in from outside the house.

"This is Ji tea, although the color of the tea is lighter, and the aroma is not outstanding, but the tea fragrance in the entrance is the best in the tea." Zhang Hanjun was unashamed to boast about the tea in his hand, and slowly picked up the teacup and drank it all.

Although Lin Zihan doesn't drink tea often and knows little about tea, this does not mean that Lin Zihan is not interested in tea, on the contrary, Lin Zihan's favorite drink is probably tea.

This may be Lin Zihan, as a killer, in the hot war of blood and the frenzied pleasure of killing, one of the few moments that can calm Lin Zihan down, because making tea always requires effort and thought.

Following Zhang Hanjun's example, Lin Zihan also picked up the teacup that was not as big as Lin Zihan's palm, and drank it all, the warm tea filled the cavity, and a thick and layered aroma slowly aroused Lin Zihan's taste buds.

First there is a light tea aroma, and then a kind of tea flavor of the old valley, slowly dispersed, and then the taste suddenly like a dead branch, there is a slightly sour and bitter taste, the sour taste gradually fades, the taste only leaves a kind of bitterness, that bitterness is not as stimulating as coffee, but is particularly soothing, as if in a tea forest.

"The taste of this tea is indeed full of layers." Lin Zihan looked at the wet teacup, there was still a drop of tea left in it, faintly revealing a little bit of tea, very light and light, but it was very eye-catching, and it was very conspicuous in the white cup.

"There aren't many people like you who like to drink tea at a young age. My son, he doesn't like these things. Zhang Hanjun's expressionless face suddenly showed a smile, and his attitude towards Lin Zihan was no longer indifferent, but much more kind.

"Maybe I'm mentally old." Lin Zihan smiled bitterly, he didn't think that Zhang Hanjun showed a deep city government as Wang Qin said, nor did he show the greed in Wang Qin's mouth.

"Since you are willing to come forward for Wang Qi, I think you should also know that there are not many people who can make me change my mind." Zhang Hanjun poured a cup of tea for Lin Zihan again, and then looked at Lin Zihan slowly, with more power and coercion in the smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I naturally know, so I don't plan to be a lobbyist for Emgrand, the dispute between you and Emgrand is undoubtedly a dispute of former interests, and it is also a matter between you, I don't want to get involved." Lin Zihan did not move out of his identity as an advisor to the Imperial Federation as he expected, because what is fake is fake after all.

"So what do you want?" Zhang Hanjun saw that Lin Zihan hadn't mentioned his identity until now, and couldn't help but be a lot more curious, and his hand holding the teapot shook slightly.

A few drops of tea splashed out and landed on the tea table, Zhang Hanjun frowned, and looked at the few drops of tea on the tea table with displeasure.

"I didn't think about it, I wanted to hear Mr. Zhang's opinion." Lin Zihan said indifferently, not caring about Zhang Hanjun's expression at all, because after seeing Zhang Hanjun, Lin Zihan really didn't know what to say.

"Actually, tea is good tea, but it is not in the teacup, but falls on the tea table, and it should be wiped off." Zhang Hanjun said, picked up a small silk cloth, carefully wiped off a few drops of tea that fell on the tea table, and then looked at Lin Zihan with satisfaction.

"So I just want the tea to be poured from the teapot into the teacup and not on the table." Zhang Hanjun said leisurely, ignoring Lin Zihan at all, and re-got a cup of tea for himself, and then took the teacup and drank it all.

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By the time Lin Zihan walked out of Zhang's mansion, it was already late at night, and Lin Zihan couldn't see joy or anger on his face, and his expressionless face was as if he had just woken up.

"Settled?" Chen Ling didn't know when he was already waiting at the gate of Zhang's mansion.

"......" Lin Zihan didn't respond, and he couldn't see what was going on on his face, his expression seemed to be a little dignified, "I didn't talk about it, I didn't talk about Emgrand with him, nor did I talk about the military, let alone ......"

“？” There was a big question mark written on Chen Ling's head, Lin Zihan entered Zhang's mansion for nearly ten hours, Chen Ling thought that Lin Zihan had won over this veteran figure in the military department, but he didn't expect that Lin Zihan didn't talk about anything.

"And what have you been doing for the past ten hours?" Chen Ling asked, Chen Ling was a little worried about whether Lin Zihan would be brainwashed by Zhang Hanjun, after all, those veterans of the military department were all top lobbyists, and they were all top masters in inciting people's hearts.

"Drink tea." Lin Zihan said something in an almost bland tone that couldn't be more bland, and it was obvious that it was impossible to occupy ten hours, but the most important thing for Lin Zihan in these ten hours was to drink tea.

"Ji Cha." Lin Zihan even said the name of the tea again, as if he had been brainwashed, like a wooden puppet.

"Let's go, let's go back, there are some things, and there should be a result." Lin Zihan looked at the shocked jaw drop on Chen Ling's face, the corners of his mouth just smiled lightly, and then walked straight into the car.

Chen Ling, who stayed in place, was still immersed in how indifferent Lin Zihan looked when he said the word "drink tea".

"Get in the car." Lin Zihan rolled down the special car window, and the circle of ripples on the window was to prevent the sniper from focusing on the window, if a person's eyes were staring at the circle one by one, within two seconds, he would feel dizzy.

In Zhang's mansion, Zhang Hanjun stood on the balcony, holding the last cup of tea, looking at the car parked far away at the front door, and just happened to see Lin Zihan's angular face when he rolled down the window, and there was some indescribable joy and worry in his heart.