My friends are gods

Chapter 186 Chang Yanping

What the hell!

Seeing this scene, the fortune teller and the others suddenly twitched their mouths and their expressions changed drastically.

This person actually knew someone from the army!

This Nima is playing big!

Some of these people were still raising their fists and were about to land on Song Qiming. Seeing this scene, they just patted Song Qiming's clothes lightly a few times, and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Song, there is dust on your clothes .”

Song Qiming glanced at them indifferently, and immediately made these people shudder, lowering their heads one after another, not daring to breathe.

"Yes, it's me."

Song Qiming then looked at those soldiers, nodded with a smile and said, no accident, they came to pick him up.

"The chief has an invitation." The leading soldier said meticulously.

Song Qiming nodded slightly.

The soldier looked at the fortune teller and the others, and asked Song Qiming, "Mr. Song, these people...?"

Song Qiming waved his hand casually, and said, "The charlatan, I guess it's not the first time he has cheated near the high-speed rail station, so let the police educate him."

"Understood." The leading soldier said as he made a military salute.

"do not."

"I don't want to lie."

"It's him, he sent us here."

Those charlatans were shocked at the same time, if they entered the police station, there would be a stain, they hurriedly began to shirk their responsibilities, and finally pointed their fingers at the fortune teller.

"I……"

The fortune teller's face became extremely exciting, as if he was crying, but he couldn't cry. He pointed to himself, and finally opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

What a bad day!

Who the hell knew that this guy had such a high status, and he was greeted by soldiers.

The most important thing is... the soldier is still talking about the chief.

Chief, please!
He didn't kick the iron board, he guessed the mine.

The fortune teller wants to cry but has no tears.

The leader of the soldier glanced at him, and said majesticly: "Leave one person, send all these guys to the police station, educate them well, and the rest will go back with me."

Immediately, a soldier stood up, made a standard military salute, and responded, "Yes!"

Those few people immediately pulled their faces down, wanting to cry but without tears.

Even if you shirk responsibility, you can't escape the blame.

The leading soldier opened the door of the Jeep SUV, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Mr. Song, please get in the car."

"Ah."

Song Qiming nodded and stepped into the car.

Several soldiers also got into the car, and the jeep drove away in the eyes of everyone.

The surrounding audience exclaimed, this is the real boss.

……

Northern Provincial Military Region.

Song Qiming was sent to a courtyard.

Only one soldier was with Song Qiming, leading him into a room.

An old man is reading a book.

He is wearing a Chinese tunic suit. Although he is not young, he is heroic and has a firm face. However, there is always a gloomy cloud between his brows, and his complexion is not very good. His face is not pale, but his spirit is strong. Not great.

"Chief."

The soldier yelled softly.

The old man reading the book put the book flat on the table, looked at the man, and when he saw Song Qiming beside him, he was slightly startled, and then smiled gently, as if he didn't expect Song Qiming to come so quickly .

"Mr. Song is here." The soldier said respectfully.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Okay, go down, it's none of your business."

"Yes!"

The soldier responded, got up and left.

In the room, only Song Qiming and the old man were left.

The old man pointed to the seat next to the desk, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, please sit down. My room is a bit shabby. I hope you don't mind."

"How come, you are too polite."

Song Qiming hurriedly responded, sat down on his seat, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chang, you are an important general of the country, but you are still so frugal. I don't know how many people you will shame."

Originally, Song Qiming didn't know who it was, but when he saw the old man, he knew who it was.

Chang Yanping!
He has experienced countless battles in his life, but he has never lost a single one.

At that time, he was far away in Jinling, unable to go there immediately, so he commanded by telegram, using less to win more, disarming countless.

This battle is exciting.

Of course, in addition to this, there have been countless battles, large and small, and they have experienced countless victories.

Song Qiming naturally had an impression of such a legendary figure. He had seen him on black and white TV when he was young, and he was often featured in documentaries.

However, after there were no reports, the news of his death spread.

Seeing Chang Yanping now, Song Qiming was also a little excited. Even though Song Qiming is powerful now, he still respects him extremely and calls him "you".

Chang Yanping nodded with a smile, and said, "I often hear Lao Qi talking about you."

Lao Qi.

Chang Yanping said it lightly, but Song Qiming knew that this character was also very famous.

Qi Weihua!
Simply speaking of credit, it may be greater than Chang Yanping.

Originally, Song Qiming only knew that Qi Xianyue and Wei Ling's identities were great, but he never thought that their identities were so prominent, but Qi Weihua was the only person with the surname of Qi who could be called Lao Qi by Chang Yanping .

It's no wonder that when he was in Jizhuang, Qi Weihua must have informed Chang Yanping, and Chang Yanping had informed the local leaders.

Song Qiming exhaled lightly.

It's difficult for such a powerful family like the Ning family to respect Chang Yunchong so much. Who can disrespect the descendants of the country's most important generals and descendants of the real famous family?
Suddenly, Song Qiming thought of the Wei surname.

There is only one person with the surname Wei who can be compared with Chang and Qi, the two founding ministers and important generals of the country.

Wei Guozhong!
Song Qiming's eyes flickered slightly, and he took a deep look at Chang Yanping, carefully observing his complexion, and saw that there was a mass of lifeless energy on his head that was gradually turning into nothingness. This kind of facial expression is the result of the complete death of a close friend or relative. Phenomenon.

Involuntarily, Song Qiming was slightly startled, and asked softly, "Chang Lao, Wei Lao...?"

Chang Yanping glanced at Song Qiming, nodded lightly, and sighed, "That's right, I just left two days ago, I never thought that I, an old guy who has been rumored to have passed away for so many years, didn't leave, but the old Wei who was a few years younger than me gone."

At the end of the sentence, there was a sense of sadness.

Song Qiming lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips, and comforted him: "People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult in ancient times, so there is no need to be sad."

"Haha!" Chang Yanping raised his head and laughed a few times, but his voice was quite hoarse, and said, "You don't have to comfort me, how can I, Chang Yanping, not know this truth? It's just that my old friend passed away, and it's inevitable that I have some feelings. Birth, old age, sickness and death, life It's just normal."

Even so, Song Qiming could hear a trace of desolation from Chang Yanping's words.

No one would feel good about the death of a best friend who had a lifelong friendship.

Song Qiming sighed softly in his heart, looked at Chang Yanping, hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Chang Lao, I have a sentence, I don't know if I should say it or not."

(End of this chapter)