Life in siheyuan era

With Zhou Zhiyuan present, Zhang Yong had no fear and shouted loudly, "Nie Yucheng, release that woman, I'll be your hostage."

Filled with courage, Zhang Yong was about to step forward when he heard Zhou Zhiyuan's low voice, "Stop."

Zhang Yong stood still, then heard Zhou Zhiyuan shout, "Nie Yucheng, let's exchange hostages."

This shout confused Zhang Yong. He volunteered to be a hostage, but Zhou Zhiyuan wanted to exchange hostages. Where was the other hostage?

He wanted to turn his head to look, but suddenly realized his neck couldn't move. An arm was wrapped around his neck, and then Zhou Zhiyuan's voice came, "I knew him the day he reported. Through this period of interaction, we've become good friends. Your threat to me is greater if you use him as a hostage."

These words confused Zhang Yong even more. They had been good friends ten years ago. Why did Zhou Zhiyuan say this?

Zhang Yong was sure these words wouldn't fool Nie Yucheng. Sure enough, he heard Nie Yucheng's cold laugh, followed by him saying, "I know you two are close, but Zhang Yong's identity is not as important as this woman."

Nie Yucheng responded, and Zhang Yong felt a thumb gently nudge his shoulder, immediately reminding him of a move.

They had played this move before, stunning those kids.

Recalling those astonished young faces, Zhang Yong's explosive power suddenly reached its limit. He raised his hand to grab the arm, then exhaled, bent his waist, twisted his hips, and threw Zhou Zhiyuan out.

The sudden change stunned everyone for three seconds. Their eyes all looked at the figure in mid-air.

Then, realizing it was empty, they immediately shifted their gaze, only to see a figure holding the young woman rolling out, while Nie Yucheng turned halfway around, his neck tightly strangled by an iron arm extending from the car window.

Without any hesitation, two green figures pounced over, followed by two blue figures.

Zhou Zhiyuan, who had stood up, grabbed the young woman, ignoring her family's reunion after surviving the ordeal, and handed the bomb in his hand to a green-uniformed soldier, looking around with his gun.

At this moment, a shout came from that direction: "He's dead."

Nie Yucheng committed suicide for fear of punishment, and the case could be closed.

But Zhou Zhiyuan shouted loudly, "Everyone, stay where you are."

Immediately followed by Shen Lanbo's roar: "Issue the command from headquarters, maintain order, everyone stay where you are."

With a whoosh, the green uniforms and blue police uniforms quickly dispersed. The order to stay put was not directed at them.

With this order issued, the people who were preparing to celebrate immediately stopped moving. The people inside the car sat in their seats, and the people outside the car stared at the blue police uniform.

Zhou Zhiyuan came to the young woman's side to look at the family, a middle-aged couple with a young man and a young woman.

The middle-aged man sincerely said to him, "You are Xiaoya's savior, thank you."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man reached into his pocket, but saw Zhou Zhiyuan turn his gaze to the young man.

The young man bowed to him, his gratitude overflowing, "Thank you for saving my sister, I will never forget this kindness."

Zhou Zhiyuan did not reply, withdrew his gaze and looked at the Lou Cheng family. Seeing his gaze, Lou Cheng said seriously, "Mr. Lin is a patriotic businessman from XG and also my friend. From both public and private perspectives, I must come to see him off."

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit said, "I am the head of the Foreign Affairs Office and can testify."

Lou Xiao'e shouted, "Zhou Zhiyuan, why are you acting so strangely?"

These people were talking to him, but Zhou Zhiyuan remained silent, turned and walked forward, followed by several green uniforms and blue police uniforms.

Shen Lanbo kept a certain distance from him, holding a gun in his right hand and staring at him intently, knowing there was still something going on.

Seeing Zhou Zhiyuan's tense face, Zhang Yong knew he would never move. Seeing him walk around and get back on the train, he immediately thought, "How should I cooperate with him?" Zhou Zhiyuan's expression was the signal to prepare to act.

One of them believed in Zhou Zhiyuan's intuition, and the other believed in Zhou Zhiyuan's skills, but the others were confused.

The green uniforms and blue police uniforms were confused, but since the order to lift the alert had not been issued, their nerves had to be on edge.

People didn't understand, but they wouldn't move if they weren't allowed to. They had to endure their curiosity even if it was about to explode, and discuss their thoughts in low voices.

In a low hum, XG patriotic businessman Lin Jiaxing turned to look at the head of the Foreign Affairs Office, who said in a low voice, "Mr. Lin, please be patient."

The young woman named Lin Ya left Mrs. Lin's embrace and turned to Lou Xiao'e and said, "Xiao'e, you know him."

Lou Xiao'e replied in a low voice, "He was originally a little money grubber, and now he's become a little swindler. I've known him for so long, but I didn't know he was a policeman."

She was two years older than Zhou Zhiyuan, but she liked to put a "little" in front of his name. Zhou Zhiyuan was originally a little swindler, then he became a little money grubber, and now he added the title of "little swindler."

Mrs. Lin heard her talking to Lin Ya in a low voice, and turned to Lin Jiaxing and said in a low voice, "Give him some more money."

Lou Xiao'e hurriedly dissuaded, "Aunt Lin, don't give him money, he won't want it, and he'll think you look down on him."

She actually understood Zhou Zhiyuan. Her words surprised Lou Xiaoning, who had personally seen Bai Wenming give Zhou Zhiyuan five hundred yuan.

Lin Ya asked in surprise, "Isn't he a little money grubber?"

"When he wants to sell antiques and calligraphy, and you want to buy them, you'll know how much of a money grubber he is."

Hearing Lou Xiao'e's reply, Lin Ya asked in surprise, "He deals in antiques and calligraphy?"

"He's a master in this field."

Lou Xiao'e knew the results of the sword discussion at the museum. Zhou Zhiyuan's appraisal level was unanimously affirmed by Curator Shi and those professors.

At this time, she suddenly understood Zhou Zhiyuan's behavior. Even a master has some eccentric behavior, just like now. Zhou Zhiyuan, who got out of the car, seemed depressed and walked out without saying a word, while the tall policeman issued an order at the same time: "Lift the alert, dismiss the team."

The green uniforms and blue police uniforms carried a stretcher and left in a hurry, and the onlookers scattered with a bang, and the discussions followed.

People were discussing in and out of the car, and the head of the Foreign Affairs Office sincerely said to Lin Jiaxing, "It is our responsibility that Mr. Lin's family was disturbed. I will make a deep self-criticism to the organization after returning."

Lin Jiaxing sighed, "This scene allowed me to see unity, trust, and fearlessness, and also saw superb organization and strong combat effectiveness. Our nation has finally stood up."

After expressing his feelings, Lin Jiaxing raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and put down his hand and said solemnly, "Please express the Lin family's sincere gratitude to Comrade Zhou Zhiyuan. The Lin family knows how to be grateful."

He no longer mentioned the matter of remuneration. Lou Xiao'e's words reminded him that this is not the custom here.

The answer from the head of the Foreign Affairs Office explained this point, "Mr. Lin does not need to be grateful. Protecting the lives and property of the people is our duty."

He didn't say "they" but said "we". Lin Jiaxing understood the meaning of the words and boarded the train with a heart full of respect.

At this time, Zhou Zhiyuan stood outside the station, looking into the distance and sighing for a long time, then turned and got into the jeep, and drove out of the square with a slam on the accelerator.

Zhang Yong was still sitting in the passenger seat, overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere in the car, and endured it until he reached his building before asking, "What exactly happened?"

"Nothing," Zhou Zhiyuan replied indifferently.

"Bang..." The car door was slammed shut, and Zhang Yong's back showed anger.

At this time, Zhou Zhiyuan and Shen Lanbo were left in the car. Shen Lanbo asked solemnly, "Is there really ghost possession in this world?"

Zhou Zhiyuan replied slowly, "I don't know if there is ghost possession, but I know that the Nie Yucheng we faced was not the real Nie Yucheng. He shouldn't have said this, 'I know you two are close'."

"Whether he is a Fangshan guest or a regional leader, he should know that Zhang Yong and I are childhood friends. Saying this makes people feel strange."

"He gave me the feeling of waking up from a big dream, or being set up with a fixed program. Zhang Yong's courage surprised him, so his answer deviated from the control of the program."

"My intuition made me have an idea. Nie Yucheng is dead, but the force controlling him is gone, but I don't know who he is?"

Zhou Zhiyuan's answer would surprise others, but Shen Lanbo wouldn't. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Will he stay?"

"Probably not," Zhou Zhiyuan replied solemnly, "Leaving is his original plan and will not change. Nie Yucheng's exposure is also in his plan, otherwise he would not have set up the program in advance."

Zhou Zhiyuan couldn't say his specific thoughts, so he could only constantly remind Shen Lanbo with the word program. At this time, the word program was not widely used. Only those scientists understood that computers use programs.