Yang Wenchang is the commander of the Military Police Regiment in Shanghai.
Years later, when I received a direct call and found out that Mr.
Jiu from the Feng family was coming to my place this year, I readily agreed.
In fact, my whole body was trembling.
I put down the phone and felt worried.
Not to mention the usual rumors about Little Master Jiu, almost no one in the department knew about the several shots fired at the Shanghai Municipal Government at the end of last year.
Yang Wenchang had a pretty good personal relationship with the mayor of Shanghai.
During the Chinese New Year, the two of them sat down for a drink, and the other party drank a few more drinks.
When he complained to him, he comforted him with sympathy.
Thinking of it, just after the Chinese New Year, this big Buddha that gave people a headache but dare not not worship it was sent to me.
Yesterday I received a call from my immediate superior in Nanjing, saying that Young Master Feng would come to report today and told him to receive him attentively.
Yang Wenchang came to the headquarters early in the morning and waited.
He was so impatient that he simply started beating wooden fish and chanting sutras.
The older he got, the more timid and fearful he got.
Muyu chanting sutras became a magic weapon for him to calm his mind in this complicated and chaotic world.
Only in the sounds of wooden fish and chanting sutras can he feel calm and unseen.
But today, this magic weapon seems to have failed.
After reciting half of the disaster relief sutra, my mind was still very confused.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from outside.
I opened my eyes and saw the guard running in.
He said loudly: "Report to the commander, people are here."
Yang Wenchang hurriedly hid the wooden fish in the drawer, stood up, and walked out.
As soon as he left the office, he saw a handsome young man dressed as a young man walking across from him.
He was in a suit and leather shoes and had a handsome demeanor.
He knew he was the one waiting for him.
Sir, a smile appeared on your face immediately Rong, let out a burst of hearty laughter that expressed his sincere joy, strode forward to greet him, stretched out his hands: "Master Feng, welcome to welcome your Majesty Yang Wenchang, Commander of the Military Police Regiment in Shanghai, on behalf of the two thousand military police brothers stationed in Shanghai, Warmly welcome Mr.
Feng’s arrival.”
After saying that, he winked at his men who were lined up neatly on both sides, and the sound of applause rang out neatly.
Yang Wenchang also knew that his behavior was too flattering, but he couldn't help himself in the world.
He is called Commander, but in fact he only has two thousand military policemen in two regiments.
In terms of numbers, at best, he is not enough to make a colonel and brigade commander.
In front of the Feng family, he is not worth mentioning at all.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that it would be an honor for him to send his only son here.
Although when he received a call from the wife of the Feng family's daughter, he was told to treat his younger brother strictly, but how dare Yang Wenchang But after all, it still requires a bit of face, so the welcome speech just now was called "Mr.
Feng" instead of "Counselor Feng."
Feng Kezhi stopped, nodded to the left and right, and signaled the gendarmerie guards who lined up to welcome him on both sides to stop applauding.
Then he caught Yang Wenchang's hands that were reaching towards him, held them, and said with a smile: "I, Feng Kezhi, you are late.
Sorry, it’s my fault for keeping the commander and brothers waiting for a long time.
When it’s convenient, I’ll be my host.
I’ll treat you to a favor and have a drink.”
The gendarmerie guards suddenly beamed with joy and applauded again.
Just now they were just following Yang Wenchang's wishes, but this time they came from the bottom of their hearts and the applause was particularly warm.
Yang Wenchang was even more overjoyed.
I never expected that the little ninth master of the Feng family would have such a good attitude and give himself face in front of his subordinates.
He was not at all like what the mayor of Shanghai said, a person who acted recklessly and everyone was afraid to avoid him.
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The devil incarnate.
Feeling relieved, Yang Wenchang burst out laughing.
This time he was smiling happily after a disaster.
He shook the hand held by the Ninth Young Master of the Feng family affectionately, then reluctantly let go and invited him to enter the headquarters. office.
The attendant immediately delivered the tea that had been prepared.
Yang Wenchang invited Feng Kezhi to take a seat.
"Mr.
Feng, it is said that being famous is not as good as meeting you.
It is true that you are such a handsome and courteous man.
He truly has the legacy of the ancient sages.
I am honored to be able to work with Mr.
Feng.
From now on, if Mr.
Feng has something to do, feel free to speak up.
As long as it is within the scope of my authority, Inside, I can do anything.”
Feng Kezhi smiled: "Commander Yang, just call me by my title from now on, no need to be polite.
In terms of title, the commander is Feng's superior.
How dare Feng give orders to the commander?"
Yang Wenchang hurriedly humbled himself: "Hey Mr.
Feng, if you are willing to call us brothers, you think highly of us.
The brothers are all excited when they know that you are coming today.
They are all gathered in the playground now, looking forward to seeing Mr.
Feng in front of him. .
But Mr.
Feng has come a long way.
If you are tired, go and rest first.
I will let the brothers disperse and see you another day."
"No need.
Just go ahead."
Feng Kezhi stood up.
"Okay, okay, I'll lead the way."
Behind the Longhua Military Police Headquarters, on the spacious playground, two thousand military police lined up.
After being inspected by Yang Wenchang and the newly arrived headquarters staff officer Feng Kezhi, they performed a drill performance in front of the newly arrived officers as usual. .
Yang Wenchang stayed with him, observing his words, and seeing that Feng Kezhi seemed to be dissatisfied with what he saw, he explained: "Staff Feng, we are a military police force, which is different from the army force.
Naturally, our requirements are incomparable."
Feng Kezhi looked at those who were shooting in front of him.
Most of them could only hit eight or nine of the ten rings.
Those who could steadily reach the ninth ring.
Among them, three or four shots hit the center of the target.
They were already outstanding.
He asked: "This is the best."
OK” Yang Wenchang heard the dissatisfaction in his tone and looked embarrassed, "This one can pass the ninth ring, which is really good."
After finishing speaking, seeing that Feng Kezhi still didn't say a word, he immediately called those people over and scolded: "How do you usually practice to beat them like this?
It has embarrassed the military police regiment."
These people were selected because they were all considered to have excellent marksmanship, especially the one with the highest rank, who was the third platoon leader of the First Regiment, named Ma Liu.
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He was usually known as the sharpshooter in the Military Police Regiment, and had a group of brothers who supported him. , going in and out, very cool.
He had heard about the reputation of Young Master Ninth of the Feng family as a playboy before.
Knowing that he fell from the sky, he despised him from the bottom of his heart.
Seeing that Yang Wenchang was trying to please this young master of the Feng family, he was unable to step down.
He was also not afraid of death.
With a cross on his neck, Said: "This is my level.
If anyone can play better than me, come out and show me, and I will kowtow to him on the spot and recognize him as my father."
There was silence.
Countless eyes were all cast on Feng Kezhi.
The implicit meaning is self-evident.
Yang Wenchang was furious when he saw that his subordinates were trying to dismantle him, as if they wanted to make the Feng family's son embarrassed.
Just as he was about to scold him, Feng Kezhi had already stood up and walked towards Ma Liu.
Ma Liu stared at the handsome young man in a suit and tie walking across from him, his eyes slowly becoming wary.
Feng Kezhi stopped in front of him, looked at him for a moment, and suddenly reached out to him.
Ma Liu was stunned.
Before he could react, Feng Kezhi had already taken the gun from his hand, unloaded it, and loaded the bullet.
He did it very quickly and in one go.
Then he raised the gun and aimed at the row of targets opposite, "Bang bang bang bang bang." , fired five shots in a row.
Accompanied by a faint smell of gunpowder and gunpowder, a voice shouted from the other side of the target: "Fifty rings, all full."
There was a slight commotion in the playground.
Ma Liu was stunned.
He never expected that the young master of the Feng family, who was not even wearing a military uniform and was known as a playboy, could actually have such accurate marksmanship.
Thinking of what he had just said, he suddenly froze.
Feng Kezhi glanced at the two thousand military policemen opposite and said: "Only with a civilized spirit and a barbaric physique can a nation be self-reliant.
We are military police, but we are also soldiers.
If we do not perform tasks in the future, we will train them all for me."
He paused.
"If nothing else, at least the next time we fight, I won't be fucked into a pussy after just a few blows."
After the words fell, the playground fell silent, and the military police looked at each other, all ashamed.
Feng Kezhi put the gun back into the red-faced Ma Liu's hand, turned around and left.
Only then did Yang Wenchang react.
He quickly took the lead in applauding and shouted loudly: "I heard that I won't get up tomorrow.
No, I will get up today.
If you don't have anything to do, go practice."
After the team on the playground was disbanded, Ma Liu found Feng Kezhi, who had his legs propped up on the table in the staff office, and said, "Counsel Feng, I, Ma Liu, do what I say, and I will kneel down and call you daddy."
As he said that, he put his legs together , you have to kneel down.
Feng Kezhi leaned on the chair and was flipping through a stack of files and personnel files that Yang Wenchang had just sent over in person.
He glanced at him and said, "I don't have a son like you."
Ma Liu's face turned red: "Whatever Counselor Feng wants me to do, just say it.
Go through fire and water, no matter what."
Feng Kezhi was lost in thought for a moment, put down the file, and said slowly: "Call a few brothers to teach someone a lesson first."
"Stay alive.
The rest is up to you."
Ma Liu's eyes lit up and he said loudly: "Yes" The first lesson about Miss Meng from the Mathematics Department became a hotly discussed topic among students from all departments of Zhihua University that day.
It was probably through Mrs.
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Zhou's introduction that word spread about Meng Lanting's family background.
Now, not only the students, but also Mrs.
Hu, Ms.
Ding and others in the office suddenly felt more admiration and intimacy towards Meng Lanting's attitude.
On the same day, it is said that the Academic Affairs Office received dozens of applications from students in various departments to add or change elective subjects.
All of these applications were for mathematics.
The mathematics department, which was originally sparse, suddenly became a hot spot.
Meng Lanting did not expect that his class would be so popular.
Although it seemed like a good thing, I was a little worried that it would affect the original order and make Professor Zhou dissatisfied.
That night, after returning to Zhou's house, I briefly reported today's work situation to Professor Zhou in the study.
After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Uncle, if it disturbs the original order, I can also find another job."
Professor Zhou looked at her with surprised eyes and said: "You have done a good job, why do you want to change jobs?
I talked to a friend from the Department of Mathematics of Shanghai University today.
Somehow, he also heard about the grand event here.
I am very envious of the number of students.
No matter what the students’ original intention is, whether they can succeed or not, as long as they are willing to come, it is a good start.”
"Mathematics has never been something to be admired, but a real basic subject.
Because of your arrival, our mathematics department has gained momentum.
I should thank you."
Meng Lanting felt relieved and was about to help Professor Zhou organize the lecture notes when Mrs.
Zhou's voice suddenly came from outside, sounding a little panicked: "Oh, what's the matter with you?
Who were you beaten by?
Go to the hospital quickly, what are you doing here?"
"Old Zhou, Lao Zhou, come quickly!
You're so awesome!"
Mrs.
Zhou is from Hunan, and her dialect comes out when she is nervous.
Meng Lanting hurriedly followed Professor Zhou to the door.
When he saw a person standing under the steps outside the door, he was startled when he looked through a dim street lamp not far away.
I saw that half of the man's face was covered in blood.
He was supposed to be wearing a suit, but his clothes were torn.
He was covered in blood stains and looked very scary.
Mrs.
Zhou was timid.
It was night and the light was dim, no wonder she was scared.
An even stranger scene happened.
As soon as the man saw Meng Lanting coming out, he rushed forward and knelt in front of her with a bang.
He kowtowed and cried bitterly: "Miss Meng, I deserve to die.
I deserve to die because I was confused and bribed the students.
Go to hell with you."
I made trouble in class and wanted to make you look bad.
Now I know I was wrong."
"Actually, I couldn't get my diploma because I failed the exam.
I lied and asked Miss Meng to intercede for me so that they don't come to me again.
My arm was broken and my teeth were knocked out. " "It's you" Only then did Meng Lanting recognize that the man in front of him with a bruised nose and face was actually the overseas student named Luo who had returned from Japan and participated in the competitive exam with him that day.
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It's just that he looked dignified back then, but now he has a pig's head.
Professor Zhou also recognized the person and was very surprised.
He also heard about what happened in class in the morning.
Now that Luo Jiajun admitted it, although he felt unhappy, he still called him up and asked: "What's going on?
Who beat you like this?"
Luo Jiajun's eyes flashed with fear, and he shook his head desperately: "I don't know, I don't know, I just know that if Miss Meng doesn't forgive me, I will die."
He burst into tears: "I have elders in my family and younger ones in my family.
Please, Miss Meng, have mercy on me.
Many adults can help me to intercede."
Facing the confused looks cast by Professor Zhou and his wife, Meng Lanting was even more confused for a moment. who did this Although Xi Songzhou also mentioned that he would help her solve it, based on what he has seen these days, it should have nothing to do with this extremely violent method.
But besides Xi Songzhou, who else After finally sending away Luo Jiajun, who was obviously frightened, Meng Lanting returned to his room, turned on the desk lamp, and prepared for tomorrow.
However, his mind was in a state of confusion, thinking about what had just happened.
He was dazed for a moment, and his eyes flickered.
Passing the things in the room that Lao Yan sent during the day, his eyes were fixed.
Suddenly, a figure jumped out of her mind. gd1806102: