Genius commoner

Chapter 122 Military Identity
Mao's restaurant is warm.

The small red stove in the middle was raging with flames, pulling out the eyes of everyone in the restaurant, and flashing Ye Zixuan's surprise and astonishment. While letting the military doctor treat the wound, he looked at Yan Shihuang opposite, without saying a word , but the old man on the opposite side knew exactly what he was thinking, he smiled and turned out two sweet potatoes and put them on the tray:

"Is it unacceptable that a sweet potato seller suddenly becomes a garrison commander?"

Ye Zixuan breathed out a long breath, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "Wrong, I never thought that the commander of the garrison would go to sell sweet potatoes under the overpass, let alone that this sweet potato seller was so overbearing that he knocked down the priest with one palm." , If I had known you were always so tough and mighty, I should have escaped from the theater earlier, what kind of life is it?"

He pointed at the other party and himself: "The class is making an axe, let the conductor see the joke."

Ye Zixuan also picked up a large glass of glucose in front of him, and poured it into his mouth with a grunt. Today's battle had exhausted him too much physical strength and energy, and a lot of blood had flowed from his body. He needed sugar to replenish his energy. Looking at Yan Shihuang with emotion, it is difficult to contact the old man sweet potato with the garrison command, but the facts are not watered down.

The gray-clothed old man, who had reached the age of knowing his destiny, put down his fork to play with the hot sweet potatoes, lifted the tin foil with his fingers, revealing two large sweet potatoes that were just cooked, and then picked up one and smashed it to the sides, revealing the golden potato flesh, exuding an enticing smell. With a human aroma, he handed it to Ye Zixuan with a smile on his face: "This sweet potato has been roasted for more than an hour."

"The heat is just right."

The gray-clothed old man is like a neighbor's grandfather and is kind: "You have worked so hard for so long, you should eat something." He pointed to the glucose that was about to drink and said: "This thing can give you energy, but sweet potatoes can give you strength. , believe me, eat these two sweet potatoes, your whole body will be full of energy, and the fatigue on your face will disappear."

Ye Zixuan was not polite at all, his stomach was already hungry, he took half of a sweet potato, blew it vigorously a few times, and then began to eat slowly, the taste was mellow, moderately soft and hard, with a hint of burnt smell, It whetted the appetite: "Commander Yan, this sweet potato is really good, even better than my old man's."

The corner of Yan Shihuang's mouth curled into a smile, he didn't pay attention to the old man Ye Zixuan said, he just picked up the fork and pulled out the flame again: "It's roasted well, just finish it, don't waste it, you know, my sweet potato I have never only baked them but never sold them. Among the people who have eaten my roasted sweet potatoes, there are not ten in Long Shuo, and you are the only one who has eaten them twice."

Ye Zixuan smiled faintly: "Thank you Commander for your kindness."

There was a glint of approval in the eyes of the old man: "It's not my love, you deserve it. Last time you were under the flyover, you gave me enough respect. I'll give you two sweet potatoes. This time you bravely broke through the terrorist attack in the theater and hunted 22 people, not only allowed me to fire three fewer shells, but also saved more than 900 hostages, which can be regarded as a first-class hero.”

"People like you are not rewarded, who else can eat this sweet potato?"

Yan Shihuang sat up straight slightly: "You don't need to be humble. The intactness of the theater and the safety of the hostages are all due to you, and it has nothing to do with me. I issued an ultimatum to the pastors. I will not give up my arms and surrender in six to 10 minutes. It will blow up the movie theater, and as for whether I dare to burn it to the ground, you must have the answer in your heart."

Ye Zixuan's movements froze slightly. Although he already knew about it from Long Qiuhui, but the old man said it in front of his face, he still felt a huge killing intent, and then he heard Yan Shihuang add: "Maybe you think I Cruel and merciless, inhumane and human rights, but I have my reasons, I believe that is my best choice."

"But I didn't expect that you gave me a better choice, so I want to say thank you to you."

Ye Zixuan finished eating the sweet potato in his hand, waved his hand and replied: "I also did it purely for self-preservation. If it wasn't for the other party who would kill anyone at sight, and I have friends in the theater, I might not risk my life like this." Then he sighed again : "It's just that no matter what, the matter finally came to an end, and the result is not bad, I am satisfied."

"You killed 22 people today."

Yan Shihuang admired Ye Zixuan's peace very much, and handed over the other half of the sweet potato: "The total reward price they offered is 300 million coins, the priest is also you who discovered the clue in time, and chased him with all his strength so that he had no time to counter-stalk, so that I can Identify the line and wait half a beat in advance, this credit is also yours, his head is worth 800 million."

"That is to say, the enemy you killed today is worth 100 million Chi coins, 7000 million Chinese coins."

Ye Zixuan licked his lips, his eyes lighted up slightly: "Commander, thank you, has this bounty been paid out? If so, do you still have to deduct taxes?"

Yan Shihuang was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, as if he didn't expect Ye Zixuan to throw out such a sentence, and then let out a burst of laughter, the neither salty nor light and even dignified atmosphere became a little more relaxed: "Don't worry, although I am domineering, others I will never be in arrears with the money for working hard, and within three days, I will exchange the heads of the priests and the others for the bounty and give it to you."

"Guarantee a lot of points."

Ye Zixuan looked delighted: "Thank you, Commander."

Ye Zixuan didn't feel that he was greedy for money at all. He deserved it. Although it was to protect himself and save He Zili at the time, he was fighting with his life. If it wasn't for his luck and ability, he would have been killed in the bathroom and kitchen. The dragonfly or the nine-tailed fox is killed, so he will not forget 7000 million: "I will treat you to a good meal some other day."

"The bounty can be given to you, but there is one thing that needs to be made clear to you."

Yan Shihuang's smile became playful: "Although you resolved the crisis wisely and bravely, killed 22 enemies, and rescued more than 900 hostages, this credit will not fall on your head, it is not that I want to snatch your credit , but you can't afford the reputation of killing enemies, if you are a smart person, you should know what I mean."

Ye Zixuan's face didn't fluctuate at all, he stuffed the delicious sweet potato into his mouth, and after swallowing, he replied calmly: "I know, Commander Yan is doing this for my own good, and killing terrorists sounds glorious, and it will indeed bring you a lot." Fame and fortune, but it will also become the revenge of the terrorists, once they know that the failure of the pastor and others is my fault."

"I guess I won't need peace in my life."

When Yan Shihuang nodded in approval, Ye Zixuan added softly: "So the commander took away this reputation for me, which can resolve a huge potential danger for me. It's too late for me to be grateful, so how can I blame you? Commander don't worry, I I only charge money, the battle in the cinema was all thanks to the special police and the garrison, and I will never reveal the truth to the outside world."

Ye Zixuan has always been a good kid who makes a fortune in silence: "From today onwards, I have completely lost my memory of the theater attack." He also thought about saying hello to Long Qiuhui and He Zili, and not to announce to the outside world that he is here. The value in anti-terrorism operations: "Commander Yan, if possible, let me never appear in the movie theater."

Yan Shihuang gave a thumbs up and praised: "Sure enough, he is a smart kid."

At this time, Ye Zixuan's wound was almost finished, Yan Shihuang waved the military doctor away, and then poured a glass of glucose for Ye Zixuan, and his voice remained calm as usual: "It's a great achievement, I can't bear it, if it's someone else, I'll definitely do it again." When you get emotional, you can weigh the pros and cons and make a wise choice, which is rare, and this kind of disposition is far superior to others."

"You can't be famous, but you have contributed to Long Shuo after all, especially for giving me a better choice."

Yan Shihuang stood up and saluted Ye Zixuan with a standard, forceful, and sonorous word: "The country cannot allow you to be honored and rewarded. I, Yan Shihuang, salute you in my heart. The garrison and I will take your credit. For this reason, we owe you a favor, if you need help in the future, as long as it does not violate the national interest, come to me."

"The Huahai Garrison and I will do our best."

Ye Zixuan hurriedly stood up: "The commander is polite."

"sit."

Seeing Ye Zixuan standing up, Yan Shihuang immediately supported him due to the wound on his body, and let him sit down on the chair again: "In order to have an orderly report to the superior, and to make it seem logical to break the situation in the theater, In two days, I will give you a secret military identity, so feel a little bit wronged and temporarily be my undercover gold medalist."

Yan Shihuang is habitual to the extreme in details: "This undercover agent is not subject to assignments, but he has an undercover salary and is only responsible to me."

Ye Zixuan was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed: "Isn't this the sound of eating nothing? It's great, the wish of many years has come true again."

"Why do you look like a little money fan?"

Yan Shihuang was speechless for a while, then shook his head and said: "But I know that the person who dares to break Duanmuxiong's limbs and fight terrorists desperately is by no means a greedy and lustful kid. You really surprised me and surprised me for a long time. I haven't seen such an interesting person like you, don't be afraid, the future will be long, and we will have a lot of opportunities to communicate in the future."

Ye Zixuan gave a wry smile: "It's okay or don't meet."

"Are you still surprised, why did I go to bake sweet potatoes under the overpass?"

Yan Shihuang looked at Ye Zixuan who had recovered a bit of cynicalism: "I never told others the reason, but I don't mind telling you today. Someone once told me that if an official is confused or faced with a difficult choice, go to Sell ​​sweet potatoes on the street, look at the vast sea of ​​people, look at the suffering in the world, and you will know how to make a decision."

Ye Zixuan pointed directly at the Buddha's heart: "It seems that Commander Yan has encountered a problem."

Yan Shihuang narrowed his eyes slightly, then he got up and walked to the dining table, picked up the brush, flamboyantly, and wrote another picture.

He handed the words to Ye Zixuan, and then waved his hand: "Seeing off the guests."

Ye Zixuan stood at the door, and when the evening wind blew, the white paper fluttered:

"One body is proud, two sleeves are murderous; three feet are fierce, four sides are invincible; five commanders, six realms are silent; seven strings worship Iraq, and eight desolations cry."

(End of this chapter)