With relatives corroborating from the side, Minmin's second uncle finally believed the whole story.
He was quite regretful, saying with a smile, "It's a pity I wasn't there to witness Ms. Chen's beauty."
Of course, he also had a question: "Where did Chen Ke's cousin receive her training?"
Commander Wang actually heard it from his son, Wang Baodao. According to Wang Baodao's account, Chen Rou's background is as follows: she has a ballet dancer mother, two powerful grandfathers, and was trained by Han Yuzhu, the former number one businesswoman in Hong Kong. Han Yuzhu spent a lot of money to hire various experts to train her from a young age, which is why she became so outstanding.
This account is actually incorrect, because those two powerful grandfathers, apart from causing trouble for Chen Rou, did not make any substantial contribution to her personally. But as the saying goes, by a twist of fate, things turned out well.
Minmin's second uncle was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "So if we are willing to open our arms, those illegal practitioners in Hong Kong, especially in Kowloon, can still be educated and reformed into ordinary citizens?"
Commander Wang paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "It should be possible."
Minmin's second uncle nodded again: "The law must be strict, but strict in entry and lenient in exit. Those cases that can be handled leniently should be handled leniently."
This statement may not matter to Master Er, but how much does it mean to Master Dong?
It's probably like this: if it weren't for Minmin's second uncle's words, after his return, he would have faced a long trial, and every time he appeared on camera, he would have been in the dock, because he had committed numerous crimes along the way.
If we really investigate this seriously, each of these charges could be enough to sentence him to prison.
He's too old to go to jail, but every conversation, every investigation, and every public interrogation will be a long nightmare for him. His body can't take it, and he'll probably die soon.
But now, with Minmin's second uncle's words, as long as no one makes trouble or chases after him during the interrogation, and as long as he has a good attitude in admitting his guilt, he will naturally be treated leniently and will not have to endure a long interrogation.
But of course, even Chen Rou wouldn't know that the turning point came from Xiao Zhang, who was almost hit by Song Yuanchao.
Even Dong Ye himself didn't know that his escape from trial was entirely due to Chen Rou's desperate fight.
Back to Xiao Zhang. Minmin had already gotten up and was tired of jumping on the Simmons mattress, so she grabbed the remote control and used it as a gun. She jumped onto the dining table one minute and then went around to the workers' room the next, playing both policeman and thief all by herself, having a great time.
Xiao Zhang was tapping on the table, wondering if she really couldn't go see Mrs. Nie today.
Should I just stay in this hotel room? It's very comfortable, but also very boring. What should I do?
At the same time, A-Yuan was hungry, but he still had his newspaper with him when he went to the restaurant to find his mother.
He was quite obedient; he even knew the baby needed to sit in a high chair and pushed his own little stool over. Chen Rou looked at the phone, also thinking about a question: Had Xiao Zhang finished his long phone call? Should she call again and ask him to come over for dinner?
At the same time, Battalion Commander Zhao of the advance team, along with several of his men, had just stepped into Colonel Lango's office.
They all looked grim, because as soon as they met, Lieutenant Colonel Wali, wearing a dog collar around his neck and bandages on his arm, said, "We have evidence that your plane broke into our camp last night."
Battalion Commander Zhao is the one Sir James mentioned, the one who represents the Empire's forbearance.
His eyes were particularly fierce; of course, after being forcibly smeared, there was a murderous glint in them.
However, since even Sir James said he can be patient, it proves that he has good patience.
He habitually wiped his mouth with his hand and asked, "What evidence do you have?"
On Colonel Rango's desk was a flight path simulation diagram. Colonel Rango, of course, did not easily express his opinion. He simply stood behind his desk with his hands behind his back, looking at his enemy and his opponent with a reserved and arrogant expression.
Lieutenant Colonel Vali stepped forward and patted the simulation image with his hand, which was not wrapped in gauze: "Right here."
His neck was injured by a speeding car and he couldn't twist it, so he could only bend over with difficulty and strain to focus his eyes on the diagram on the table. Then he said, "You violated our airspace last night and drew your symbols. Look at them, they are so conspicuous, and this too. It's an insult to us!"
Battalion Commander Zhao walked over, lowered his head, and looked at it carefully.
At first, he was startled, but as he looked, he couldn't help but smile.
The platoon leaders behind him were the same; at first they could hold back, but gradually they all couldn't help it, and some even had to cover their mouths with their hands to force themselves not to laugh.
You should know that they are specially trained; they really won't laugh unless it's really funny.
But that picture is really, really hilarious. I don't know what kind of genius could draw it with an airplane.
First, the reason why Battalion Commander Zhao was startled was because the largest thing on the picture was a five-pointed star written in cursive script.
The meaning of the five-pointed star is something those who understand it will naturally understand.
It was probably based on that five-pointed star that the British military became convinced that they were secretly playing tricks with their planes.
But these people overlooked one point: there was a cursive letter below the five stars. It was neither Chinese nor pinyin. Battalion Commander Zhao was just guessing, but his intuition told him it was KGB, the Russian version of the abbreviation for KGB.
Ironically, right next to the logo, there's a hand—a very hastily written hand, of course.
However, it's noticeable that the index finger is drawn exceptionally long, and one can imagine that the pilot was flying the helicopter, drawing the hand with the middle finger raised in a straight, thumping motion.
Yesterday's events got even more interesting because last night, someone flew an airplane over a row of British warships and not only drew the KGB symbol but also drew a hand with the middle finger next to it, which roughly means: "fuck you?"
Battalion Commander Zhao forced a smile to his lips and said, "Why don't you take another look?"
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