People Are in the Four and Nine Cities, and Cheng Jianjun is Crying at the Beginning

Everywhere, there are guards on duty.

Ordinary people, etc., can't get close to the first way, let alone go in.

When Han Chunming arrived at the first checkpoint, it was already dark.

The guards on duty suddenly became nervous when they saw that one person was riding a broken [*] bar and dared to rush in.

In a group of two, they were about to step forward to stop him, when Zheng Pengju in the room suddenly stood up and interrupted him with a wave.

Then...they greeted him with great enthusiasm.

Seeing this, although the guard's face was only slightly startled, his heart was as shocked as the river was overturned.

This young man riding a broken bicycle is actually the person Zheng Wuxia is waiting here in person?

Yes.

Among these guards, Zheng Peng has a nickname called Zheng Wumad.

After all, this guy not only eats martial arts like his life.

When I was training them, I tortured them so badly that they were completely lunatic.

But right now, the joyous energy of this martial arts man has no majesty like before.

Today, this sun... is 690 coming out from the west!

Who the hell is this guy on a broken bike?

The guards looked at Han Chunming, and while secretly guessing his identity, they all sighed and began to think about it.

Zheng Pengju couldn't help twitching when he looked at the bicycle under Han Chunming.

Heart Road.

This day, Cuiyuan came and went, and all rare cars had entered.

Twenty-eight bars have also entered.

But like such a dilapidated [*] bar, it was really a big girl getting on the head of the sedan chair.

This one in front of him is really a wonderful person.

He smiled and motioned Han Chunming to park the car aside, then the two walked slowly and walked inside.

This is not to dislike Han Chunming's car.

It's the rules.

All visitors, after the first level, have to walk in.

Not to mention a commoner like Han Chunming.

That's the case with many frontier bosses.

There is quite a bit of truth in ancient times when military officers dismounted from their horses and civil officials alighted from their sedan chairs.

For, of course, to respect the old people here.

After all, those who can live in this place are all at the venerable level.

All the way.

Go through two levels of guards.

Yingyingchaochuo, finally saw the house.

It is a very simple cottage.

Many appear to have been vacant for a long time.

There are only a few scattered, dimly lit lights.

Han Chunming followed behind Zheng Pengju, and under his guidance, came to a small house.

The cottage is very old, but clean and tastefully maintained.

There are two fields in front of the door.

Not big.

A vegetable border is ridged, and green vegetables that have just sprouted are planted.

The other piece is a variety of flowers, many of which are in bloom.

Taking a deep breath from the tip of the nose, I can smell the fragrance clearly.

From these two pieces of land, you can feel two completely different styles.

Zheng Pengju smiled when he saw that Han Chunming was focusing on these two pieces of land.

A mysterious look.

Han Chunming guessed what he meant.

Mostly it means selling off and comparing yourself.

Immediately smiled: "Old Yang, this vegetable plot is well managed!"

"This flower garden!"

"Could it be that Mrs. Yang is from the south?"

After coming into contact with the old man, Han Chunming could clearly feel the hidden aura of a tough man on the old man's body.

Therefore, this vegetable field must have come from his hands.

As for the garden.

At first glance, it has the graceful style of Jiangnan.

Obviously not from Yang Lao.

The only answer can only be Mrs. Yang's wife.

"you……"

Listen to Han Chunming's answer.

Zheng Pengju couldn't help being surprised.

Looking at Han Chunming, he looked surprised.

This means, obviously Han Chunming is right.

"Hahaha!"

"Xiao Han is really smart!"

In the room, a hearty voice suddenly came over.

Han Chunming and Zheng Peng looked at the sound.

Just saw on the corridor at the entrance of the house, a group of people walked out with a smile.

The leader was Mr. Yang.

A few people followed behind.

One of them was the man in the tunic suit surnamed Xu that Han Chunming had met on the day of the car repair (ceca).

Beside him, there was a tall and straight man.

Several years younger than the man surnamed Xu.

His face was vaguely similar to that of Old Yang.

Seeing this, Han Chunming knew that the scene just now had completely fallen into the eyes of this group of people.

And Mr. Yang's response also showed that Han Chunming's guess was completely correct.

"Come, come!"

"Come in! Xiao Han!"

"Just waiting for you!"

Old Yang smiled and waved to Han Chunming.

Enthusiasm on his face.

It looked like he was greeting a beloved nephew.

Seeing the tall and straight man behind him, he couldn't help showing a strange look.

"Something! Delayed!"

"I'm late! I'm sorry!"

Han Chunming quickly greeted him flattered.

"Not too late, just right!"

The old man greeted Han Chunming to his side enthusiastically.

Then, he said to Han Chunming again.

"Come on! Xiao Han! I only asked your name that day!"

"I haven't introduced you yet!"

"You can be Uncle Xu. His name is Xu Zhongming. He works in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs! The car you repaired last time belonged to their department!"

"Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

Han Chunming was shocked.

No wonder...

I can get a Benz to make a bus.

As for Xu Zhongming's name, he vaguely seemed to have some impressions.

But thinking about it carefully, I can't remember it.

Thinking about it, it is normal. After all, in the last life, it has been more than [*] years since I came into contact with these political figures.

At that time, this Xu Zhongming was already in his old age.