"There's no love or hate involved," Old Qin suddenly said. Seeing the strange changes in Xi's expression, he added, "Xi, stop your wild guesses."
"Ah, okay." Chen Xihua first looked up at Old Man Qin. She was really wondering if Old Man Qin had suffered some kind of injury. Judging from his tone, it seemed that what he said was true, but not really.
Suddenly, Chen Xihua froze, stunned. It wasn't because of love and hate? Then... After a while, her eyes widened, her face filled with shock.
Upon closer observation of Old Man Qin's expression, Chen Xihua noticed a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. She wondered if the old man had run away from home for decades out of spite or pride.
"Oh my god, that's really possible," Chen Xihua muttered softly. "Teacher, you might as well have run away from home because of love and hate."
"Xi girl, don't talk nonsense! What do you mean by running away from home?" Old Qin was a little embarrassed and pretended to be angry. He felt that this brat had seen right through him.
"Isn't that right? You were in your twenties when you went to university, and now you're over sixty. Are you still a child? So immature, even more immature than my sixth child." Chen Xihua was speechless. She rolled her eyes, but also wanted to laugh. If that were true, she could make fun of Old Man Qin for half a year.
"Fifth Sister, I'm not childish." Upon hearing this, Chen Baohua became unhappy, pouting and glaring angrily at Chen Xihua. Weren't we supposed to be listening to the old principal's story? Why is Fifth Sister bringing him into this?
Hmph, he's angry and doesn't want to talk to Fifth Sister for even a minute.
"Oh, right, Xiao Liu isn't childish. Our Xiao Liu is a man, responsible, and accountable." Chen Xihua's expression changed instantly as she smiled and coaxed Chen Xiao Liu, thinking to herself, "Isn't this childish?"
Chen Xiaoliu pursed his lips, his brows furrowed, and his eyes gave him a fierce yet childlike look: I'm not a three-year-old anymore.
Chen Xihua: Not three years old, but four. He was crying like that just a few days ago. Old Man Qin is about three years old too, a real child at heart.
"...I, I was teaching in your Shanghe Village. You said you were going to move to Beijing. How long will that take?" Old Qin's face was burning. This girl Xi was comparing him to Chen Xiaoliu. He was afraid she would go too far, so he quickly changed the subject.
"Three to five years, I guess." Chen Xihua decided not to press Old Man Qin any further and to focus on making money.
...
Office of a Lieutenant General in a Special Forces Unit of a Military Region in China
"Reporting, Lieutenant General." The voice was strong and clear.
At this moment, a young man who was about 1.87 meters tall, with a tall and strong build, walked in through the door. He was wearing a summer camouflage training uniform, had a standard buzz cut, cold and handsome features, a high nose bridge, but his eyes were calm and deep, and he did not look like a 22-year-old.
"Young Master Lu is here. Please have a seat. I have something important to discuss with you today." The lieutenant general's face was solemn, his voice low but his breath deep.
"Please give your instructions." The voice was concise, steady, and firm, as if saying, "I'm ready to serve at any time."
"As you know, I sent that kid Zheng Dao to the Southern Province. He has thoroughly investigated Jiang City, but there are still some loose ends to clean up. Now we are arresting those who should be arrested and investigating those who should be investigated. The Green Gang only has some peripheral members left, or people who have not actually participated."
But they still couldn't find even the slightest clue about who was behind the 'Black Hawk Hall'.
From now on, Zheng Dao will only conduct investigations openly, one place at a time. Wherever the 'Black Eagle Hall' appears, we will follow and investigate. For now, we can only wait and see.
But the higher-ups urgently demanded that we find the mastermind behind it all and eliminate the 'Black Hawk Gang' from the root once and for all.
The lieutenant general paused for a moment, and seeing that the young man opposite him had no questions, he continued.
"Therefore, after comprehensive consideration, given your outstanding performance in all aspects, we have decided to send you out as the 'King of Soldiers,' codenamed 'Falcon.' From now on, you will contact me directly. You will remain in the shadows to investigate the clues of the person behind the scenes, while Zheng Dao will remain in the open."
You can't tell anyone, not even your father. Once you're home, you can use whatever identity you want to start the search, but this might be a long battle.
Starting today, you will be discharged from the military due to injury. Your information is confidential. Of course, it cannot be hidden that you served in the military, but outsiders only know that you were in the military and served as a regular soldier for five years. You have no connection with our special forces.
Another point is that you are very young, and people might think that you retired because you had a spoiled attitude and couldn't stand military life.
"Is this mission clear? Are there any problems?" After the lieutenant general finished speaking, he asked again to confirm, his eyes serious and earnest.
"Report, all clear, no problems, Falcon received." The young man gave a standard military salute.
"Haha...very good, you're not bad, kid."
That's right. You'll need to smile more when you're out in the world. You'll be dealing with all sorts of people, unlike in the military where you only interact with your comrades.
The lieutenant general burst out laughing, wanting to tease the young man. This guy was just as boring as Zheng, rigid and inflexible, perhaps even more so.
"...I think this is fine." The young man's face remained expressionless. He hadn't intended to answer; that was just the general's personality—he wanted to amuse people.
"Or I could tell everyone that you injured your back, kidneys, or groin? Anyway, those girls from the women's table tennis team or the performing arts troupe would have a hard time getting even half a meter close to you. So many people want to introduce you to potential partners, but you don't even consider them."
"But after you go home this time, even more girls will be chasing after you. It's better to just explain your injury like this; it should solve a lot of your problems." The lieutenant general said earnestly and seriously.
"Then you might as well just say I injured my head and my brain is damaged." A somewhat helpless voice said this. After speaking, 'Falcon' stood up straight and looked at him for permission: could he leave now?
"Hahaha..." Isn't that quite funny?
"Alright, go back and pack your things. Your discharge papers will be ready in an hour." After laughing heartily, the lieutenant general made sure to explain things clearly.
He was just relaxing and adjusting because things hadn't been going very well lately.
...
On the first Saturday after the start of the new school year in September, around lunchtime, Chen Lao Er drove a red men's motorcycle back to the residential area.
He was wearing a black helmet, his eyes filled with smugness, and he looked incredibly proud. He slowly stopped at the entrance of the residential area, got off the motorcycle, and carefully looked left and right to check if there was any scratch on it. He even took a brand new white towel and wiped the motorcycle body.
At this moment, a few gossipy people slowly gathered at the entrance of the family quarters, watching the commotion around Chen Lao Er and his motorcycle.
"Hey, Chen Lao Er bought a motorcycle, he's struck it rich!"
"Being a boss means having money, unlike us who work in factories."
"Yeah, Chen Lao Er, how much is this car?"
Chen Lao Er feigned distress: "Eight thousand yuan."
At this moment, a man tried to touch the motorcycle, but Chen Lao Er blocked him with his hand, saying, "It's a bit dirty here, let me wipe it."
"Pshaw, what's so great about it? These days, all the rich bosses drive cars." Someone said dismissively.
"Second son, you bought a car?" At this moment, Grandma Chen squeezed in from outside the crowd and asked in a slightly shrill voice.
"Yes, Mom, isn't my car cool?" Chen Lao Er was already a little carried away with his pride.
"Didn't you say your family was broke? You have to support several girls' education, where are you going to get the money to buy a car?"
Grandma Chen glared at her son angrily, demanding to know why he had come to her eldest son's house just a few days ago to demand repayment of money, and now he was buying a new motorcycle?
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