The glass cabinets were wiped clean.
Slender white fingers brushed lightly across the glass.
Curious eyes kept lingering on the exhibits in the glass cabinets.
It was just the beginning of spring in Beijing, and who would have thought that someone would come to the exhibition hall wearing a very rare braided skirt and black leggings.
It makes people feel both fashionable and a little awkward.
Moreover, the object that this fashionable female comrade was looking at was actually just a tattered military bugle.
Gusu Ting has been in a particularly good mood these days.
Even she did not expect that Zhou Niancheng, who was considered shrewd in the North American circle, would suffer such a big loss.
Not only did the student named Zhang Hongcheng casually deal a fatal blow to the man, but an unreasonable old lady also came and dealt them a fatal blow.
Moreover, the old lady even called the old man of the Zhou family to remind Zhou Niancheng not to provoke her.
The old lady didn’t have a strong family background, she only had a house full of martyr’s family plaques.
Zhou Niancheng, a young man from a wealthy family, had no money left. Not only were his assistants and lawyers forced to leave the country, but even his pocket money was controlled by the woman from the Zhou family.
Only a hundred yuan a month, haha.
Gusu Ting's gaze was still on the bugle in front of her.
Today is Sunday. Zhou Niancheng asked her to go to the museum. She agreed, but came to the Military Museum by herself.
You can't blame her. There are seven or eight museums in Beijing. It's Zhou Niancheng's fault for not explaining it clearly.
Gusu Ting is very interested in the history of Volunteer J.
Her godfather is a veteran who survived the Korean War. Whenever he sees her oriental face, he can't help but recall those days.
"The Chinese bugles, especially those at night, are Satan's call..."
"When I joined the army, I fought against the Benzi people."
"When faced with our artillery fire, the Japanese would simply rush forward drunkenly and fight our machine guns."
"But Chinese soldiers are different. They're clearly adept at fighting enemies with more advanced weapons. When one person in front of them dies, the one behind them doesn't even frown, just picks up the person's gun and continues charging."
“Thanks to the Air Force, we hate the night….”
Gusu Ting is a typical banana person. Growing up in North America, she has no doubt that America is the most powerful country in the world, from economy to technology.
But she became very interested in the beggar army mentioned by the Godfather and his comrades.
It was precisely because of the battle with that army that the Godfather and his troops did not dare to approach the 17th parallel north on the southern battlefield.
In the display case next to the bugle was an even more battered rifle.
The exhibit introduction says that this gun is called "Shui Lianzhu" and belongs to a special shooter.
"It's really surprising, a sniper without a scope."
Gusu Ting was lingering in the exhibition area when suddenly she heard two people talking.
During this conversation, she heard a somewhat familiar name.
"Student Zhang Hongcheng, thank you so much!"
"We never thought that you could help three martyrs find their homes through a few small items in our museum."
"Chief Chen, you're too polite. My classmates in the Minzu University Student Union are very enthusiastic about this work. This isn't just my credit. And I was just lucky last time."
"Come, our inner room No. 2 is open to you exclusively today. I hope your good luck will continue to work."
"Section Chief Chen, do you have any relics or materials in Hall 2 that appear to be from the Jin Province martyrs?"
"Yes, come on, let's go inside and talk."
Section Chief Chen looked at Gusu Ting, who was dressed in fashionable clothes and full of curiosity, slowly approaching him. He subconsciously frowned and prepared to be pulled inside by Zhang Hongcheng.
Gusu Ting's fashionable dress and excellent beauty were truly stunning in the eyes of other museum staff, but to Zhang Hongcheng, who had seen a lot in another time and space, she was just so-so.
So he just glanced at the other person subconsciously and then looked away, following Section Chief Chen's steps into the inner hall.
Gusu Ting couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
Her temperament and appearance are naturally impeccable, as the young master of the Zhou family can't forget her.
What's more, she dressed very fashionably today.
The student from Minzu University in front of me is a little handsome and has a unique temperament.
He was obviously not a gentle and refined person, and even had a bit of a ruffian air. But when he saw this beautiful woman like me, it seemed that my shadow did not leave any trace on his retina.
And he is Zhang Hongcheng from Minzu University, the guy who made a random idea and caused Zhou Niancheng to suffer a great loss.
"Classmate, are you Zhang Hongcheng from Minzu University?"
Although Gusu Ting knew that her question was a bit abrupt, she really couldn't suppress her curiosity about this man.
After this man ruined Zhou Niancheng's plans, she inquired about his background through various channels.
He was born in a commoner family and had no background, but he managed to become a regular scholar in his twenties. There are many different legends about him in Minzu University.
It seems that he is doing things here and there, but he has accomplished so many things that others want to do but cannot.
If Gusu Ting had not inquired carefully, she would not have been able to find out the figure of this person hiding behind so many things.
Gusu Ting thought that the man in front of her would nod to her politely and acknowledge his identity so that she could start the next topic.
Unexpectedly, the man just frowned at him with a very puzzled expression.
"Are you talking to me? I don't think I've ever heard of Zhang Hongcheng or Zhang Heicheng."
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