Chapter 305: Arriving in the capital, the enemy of my enemy is my friend

That night, Luo Xinxin and Li Rong took a helicopter to Beijing, arranged by Political Commissar Qi.

Their operation this time was secret, and only Political Commissar Qi knew about it in Yangcheng. The only thing they said to the outside world was that the two were under investigation.

The plane landed at the Beijing military airport and someone arranged for them to rest in the military district guesthouse.

"This is your specific task."

After arriving at the guesthouse, someone handed them a letter without saying anything else, making it seem very mysterious.

After returning to the room, Luo Xinxin opened the letter and there was only one sentence on it.

"Find Liao Jingyuan and Liao Jingxuan, and don't let anyone know."

The handwriting was crooked, obviously written with the left hand.

"It's just like an underground handover. Is Liao Mingyong so powerful?" Luo Xinxin muttered.

"It's really big. Even Commander Jiang doesn't dare to confront it head-on."

Li Rong took out a lighter and burned the letter.

"Who are Liao Jingyuan and Liao Jingxuan? What is their relationship with Liao Mingyong?" Luo Xinxin asked curiously.

"Liao Mingyong's son does not have the same mother as Liao Lijun and Liao Dongxiang."

Li Rong talked about the Liao family's family situation.

Simply put, it is the story of a Phoenix man who, after becoming rich, abandons his wife and children to find a young wife.

Liao Mingyong's first wife came from a well-off family and was literate and well-mannered. After she got married, she used her dowry to support Liao Mingyong's studies, served his parents-in-law, and gave birth to two sons.

But after Liao Mingyong was promoted, he became dissatisfied with his first wife because she was old and ugly, and started to have an affair with his current wife. He wrote a letter home, saying that he was already married and asked his first wife to leave the Liao family on her own.

At this time, Liao Mingyong's parents had passed away, and they were the descendants of his first wife. The Liao family felt that he was too conscienceless, but they did not dare to offend Liao Mingyong who had become an official, so they let his first wife live in the Liao family as a relative.

The original wife worked hard all year round and was depressed, so she died within a few years. The Liao Jingyuan brothers were only in their teens. They were taken to live in the capital. Their biological father didn't like them, and their stepmother was sweet-mouthed but vicious. The brothers had a very hard life.

"Brother Liao Jingyuan must hate Liao Mingyong's family."

Luo Xinxin understood Cui Zhiguo's intention. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. They can unite with Liao Jingyuan and his brothers to teach Liao Mingyong a severe lesson.

"They hate him to the core. If Liao Mingyong gets into trouble, they will definitely set off firecrackers to celebrate!" Li Rong smiled.

"Then they must have something on Liao Mingyong."

"right."

Li Rong nodded. Lao Cui’s coming to Beijing would be too conspicuous, so they were the most suitable ones to come.

"Go to sleep and gather your strength first. I'll go find Brother Liao Jingyuan tomorrow."

Luo Xinxin took out some clean clothes from the space and prepared to take a shower and go to bed.

She has been so angry these days that she hasn't slept well. She wants to have a good sleep tonight.

"Let's wash together."

Li Rong shamelessly squeezed into the bathroom. He had been nervous these days and hadn't taken a bath together for a long time.

The two took a wonderful bath, went to bed and fell into a deep sleep, waking up on time at eight o'clock in the morning.

They did not show their true identities. Their coming to the capital was a secret operation and could not be exposed.

The two men used disguise cards and changed their appearance to that of ordinary people. They walked on the street and blended in with everyone else. Even if Cui Zhiguo stood in front of them, he would not be recognized.

"Beijing Douzhi is quite famous. Do you want to try it?"

Luo Xinxin was eager to try it. Everyone who came to the capital had to drink a mouthful of Douhan, otherwise it would not be considered as having been to the capital.

Li Rong looked at her and agreed.

Anyway, when you drink it yourself later, you will know how bad douzhi tastes.

The two of them found an old restaurant and ordered a bowl of douzhi. Li Rong didn't want to drink it, he wanted mutton soup instead, and a serving of fried dough sticks, which are said to be the golden partner of douzhi. Li Rong wanted beef patties.

Luo Xinxin took a small sip and felt it was okay. It was not as bad as people said on the Internet. Although it tasted sour and smelly at first, it made her stomach feel comfortable after drinking it.

"It's not bad, why do people say it's bad?"

She took a few more sips and found it more and more delicious. Several elderly men and women next to her were drinking with gusto, speaking authentic Beijing dialect, which was like winter radish, crisp and fresh, and particularly pleasant to the taste.

It sounds much better than those so-called Beijing dialects that are spoken on the Internet in deliberately hoarse voices.

“Is it really delicious?”

Li Rong didn't believe it. He had drunk it once before and would never want to drink it again.

“It’s delicious.”

Luo Xinxin took another big sip and took a bite of the fried dough stick. It was delicious.

Li Rong was a little tempted. Could it be that what he drank last time was not authentic?

So he took a sip. When the soy milk entered his mouth, the peculiar sour smell immediately attacked his taste buds and went straight to the top of his head.

He swallowed the soy milk with difficulty, then took a big sip of mutton soup to suppress the taste, and only then did he feel better.

Seeing Luo Xinxin drinking with relish, he couldn't help but reveal an expression of admiration.

"Would you like another bowl?" he asked jokingly.

"want."

Luo Xinxin finished the last sip, but still felt unsatisfied and wanted another bowl.

“You’re awesome!”

Li Rong gave her a thumbs up and stood up to get her some soy milk.

After drinking two bowls of soy milk, Luo Xinxin felt refreshed and full of energy. After breakfast, they went to find Liao Jingyuan first.

Liao Jingyuan was 32 years old and worked as a mechanical engineer at the Beijing Arsenal. He was married. His wife came from an ordinary family and also worked at the Arsenal. The couple lived in the family building of the Arsenal.

Liao Jingxuan works at a research institute in Kyoto. He is unmarried and introverted. He usually keeps to himself and the only people he interacts with are his eldest brother and his wife's family.

They went straight to the guard at the arsenal and said they were relatives from Liao Jingyuan's hometown and had something urgent to discuss with him.

Half an hour later, Liao Jingyuan came out in a hurry. He was wearing a washed-out blue shirt and glasses. He looked gentle and much more pleasing to the eye than Liao Lijun and his sister.

"Who are you?"

When he saw the two people, Liao Jingyuan looked suspicious because he didn't know them.

"Hello, we are your third uncle's family. Can we find a place to talk?" Li Rong took the initiative to say.

"Can."

Liao Jingyuan was even more confused. He knew all the children of his third uncle, but there were no such people. Could they have been born later?

But the age doesn't match.

Although Liao Jingyuan was puzzled, he still took them to a nearby teahouse. After all, when they were in their hometown, their clansmen helped them a lot, and he always remembered this kindness.

They sat in the corner. There weren't many customers at this time, so it was quiet and convenient for conversation.

"Comrade Liao, we are not relatives from your hometown. I'm sorry for lying to you, but we do have something very important to deal with. Your father is targeting us and wants to steal our credit and fill the gap for Liao Lijun and Liao Dongxiang."

Li Rong stated his purpose directly. Liao Jingyuan was a smart man, so there was no need for him to be cunning. Sincerity was the real killer.