Chapter 212 Old House
The man sitting opposite had a gentle and elegant smile, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Wen Tong, the chief combat instructor of the Yangzhi City Police Bureau. The patrolmen like to call me Mr. Wen. This time I've been ordered to protect Chief Zhu.
We've already determined that many of your security team are hired by major corporations. I've already dealt with them for you. You can rest assured."
Zhu Xian frowned and said, "Are you sure?"
"I'm absolutely sure."
Mr. Wen said sincerely, "These companies are trying to influence and control your decision-making. They are inserting people around you to ensure they can get business."
Zhu Xian also became serious.
Mr. Wen smiled and stood up from his seat. "I won't disturb you while you're dining. Don't worry, I'll take care of your security. I'll make sure you arrive safely in Yangzhi City."
Zhu Xian seemed to be in a trance for a moment. When he came to his senses, he suddenly found that the person opposite him had disappeared. The only sound around him was the rhythmic sound of the train wheels and the sound of his assistant swallowing saliva. He glanced outside to confirm that he was still on the moving train.
He thought for a moment, stood up, walked to the door of the carriage, grabbed the handle, waited for a moment, and slowly opened it. He saw the security guards outside falling against the wall of the carriage one by one, and everyone's head was cracked at this moment.
Moreover, the brain tissue inside the head looked charred and dry, and hot steam was still coming out of it. It was obvious that the sudden high temperature heated the entire brain tissue, causing the skull to crack.
The assistant was a local from Yangzhi. Upon seeing this, his legs went limp and he exclaimed in horror, "Crack, crack skull monster..."
Zhu Xian glanced at it for a few seconds, closed the door, and returned to his seat. He pondered for a moment, took out the application form that was placed underneath, quickly signed it, and said to his assistant, "Send it back."
Half an hour later, inside Wuyi College, Cheng Zitong, upon hearing the news, immediately called Chen Chuan. "Xiao Chuan, your application process is complete. I didn't expect the Director of Civil Affairs to approve your application while he was still on the train. It seems this Director of Civil Affairs is very supportive of Wuyi's work and is optimistic about you."
He said a few more words and then hung up. Turning around, he saw his uncle Cheng Shang sitting there drinking tea. He said, "Second uncle, look..."
Cheng Shang looked up and said, "I'm going back to the General Administration in the next two days. I'm taking his file and application with me. Zitong, you haven't done very well yourself, but this student you taught is quite good. It seems your father has overlooked your ability in this area. How about coming back with me this time?"
Cheng Zitong returned to his seat and chuckled, "The old man always has something to say about everything I do, making him seem like the most capable person in the world. Now he's in charge of his students, and I'm in charge of mine. It's best if we have nothing to do with each other."
Cheng Shang shook his head and said, "You two have exactly the same temper. No one of you is willing to bow down first. Forget it. I don't care about you anymore."
He took a sip of tea slowly and sighed, "Yangzhi's water is still the best," then shook his head, "That filtered water from Central City is tasteless."
Cheng Zitong chuckled, "Uncle, you're a person who's used to eating meat, but you're saying it's not tasty."
Cheng Shang glared at him, then said in a deep voice, "There are many opportunities in the central city, but you also have to bear a lot. It seems like there is always a hand behind you pushing you forward, and there is no way to stop.
Even here, I'm still thinking about Central City, worried that I've missed something during these few days in Yangzhi, or that there's something that others know but I don't.
Cheng Zitong didn't care: "This kind of place is just right for my students. I believe my students can adapt to it."
"Okay, I've heard you praise me so many times."
Cheng Zitong said dissatisfiedly: "I have only taught this one student, and I am not allowed to praise him. So if the old man can praise his students, why can't I?"
Cheng Shang said unhappily, "It's up to you. I won't stop you. I'll be back in two days anyway. You can praise him as much as you want, but..." He said slowly, "The headquarters is not an easy place to stay. Whether he can gain a foothold depends on him."
In the dormitory for first-class students, Chen Chuan came back from lunch with Luo Kaiyuan, Wei Dong and others. Seeing that the internal delivery box seemed to be full again, he took out the letters inside.
Back in the dorm, he flipped through the books. Most of them were invitations to classes, but there was only one letter sent by an assistant teacher named Qiu.
He thought about it and remembered that this was the one who followed Mrs. Ni. He opened it and read it. The content said that Mrs. Ni wanted to tell him something, so he should go to her when he was free.
What does Old Lady Ni want to talk to me about? Is it about Xue Jun Knife? Come to think of it, that's the only thing. If that's the case, I should pay attention to it.
In the afternoon, he chose a suitable time and came to the training hall where Old Lady Ni usually stayed. After finding Assistant Qiu inside, the latter took him to the reception room, gave him a cup of tea, and asked him to wait while he went to get the old lady.
After waiting for only five or six minutes, Mrs. Ni came in from outside with a cane, and Assistant Qiu supported her from behind. When Chen Chuan saw her, he stood up from his seat.
Old Mrs. Ni said, "Have a seat, Xiao Qiu. Please stand outside and watch. I have something to say to this young man."
"yes."
After Assistant Xiao Qiu left, Old Lady Ni sat down and said slowly, "Young man, your mother's name is Yu Zhen, right?"
Chen Chuan glanced at her, nodded, and asked, "Teacher Ni, do you know my mother?"
In fact, it’s not surprising if they really know each other. The mother of his previous life was also a fighter and a native of Yangzhi City. She spent her girlhood in Yangzhi. But now she suddenly called him over to talk about this. Is there any connection between the two?
Old Lady Ni said, "I know her. It's a matter of fate. The master she studied with was my junior sister. About ten years ago, your mother entrusted something to her and told her that if her child was admitted to Wuyi in the future and had the opportunity to go to the Central City, she should give him the item. If not, forget it.
My junior sister, though not young anymore, is a restless person. She has been abroad for the past ten years, so please leave this thing with me. Since you have a chance to enter the Central City, I will return this thing to you today, which will also be a relief for me, an old man.
As Mrs. Ni said this, she placed a small package on the table and said, "Take this and have a look."
Chen Chuan walked forward and took the thing. He found that it was very light in his hand and looked like a notebook or something.
Teacher Ni said, "I haven't looked through the contents. You can rest assured. I'm a very old man and I'm not interested in the affairs of you young people."
Chen Chuan said seriously, "I believe Teacher Ni." He then asked, "Has Teacher Ni met my mother?"
Old Lady Ni nodded and said, "I've met her once. She's quite pretty and has quite a personality. She's very clever, but she has a stubborn temper. I saw her sparring with fellow disciples. She was defeated over ten times, but she always managed to stand up. She managed to gain an advantage each time, but she still didn't win that time. It's said that she won another bout later, but I didn't see it. What a pity."
Chen Chuan nodded and said solemnly, "Thank you, Teacher Ni, for keeping it for so many years."
"No need to thank me. My junior sister paid for the storage. If you don't go to the central city when the time comes, I will destroy these things as agreed."
Chen Chuan said, "Teacher Ni, if I could see this senior again, could you please say thank you to me?"
Mrs. Ni said, "If I could see her again, I would bring her to you. Well, I know you young people are impatient and don't like talking to an old man like me. You should go back early."
Chen Chuan nodded, said goodbye to Mrs. Ni, walked out of the training hall and came to the door. He thought about it and now looking back, the reason why Mrs. Ni gave him the knife was probably not entirely because of the monthly exam.
He hurried back to the dormitory, closed the door, and opened the small package. He found that the thing was a notebook with scattered and damaged pages inside. There was no connection between them and he couldn't tell what the content was.
At this moment, he had an idea, because he recalled that there seemed to be a similar thing in the old house, and he thought that he had to go back to the old house.
He hadn't gone back before because his predecessor's cause of death was unknown, and he didn't have enough force to protect himself. But now that he's got a new protective suit and a second me to protect him, it's time to go back and take a look.
After making the decision, he did not act immediately, but waited until the day off in the early morning, put on all the protective equipment, and greeted people he knew including Cheng Zitong in advance. Then he put on the Xuejun Sword and rode out on his bike.
After leaving the city, we rode north for more than an hour and arrived near a small river bend. We saw a house across the river. This was the old house left by my parents.
There was a big house about half a kilometer away. Meng Shu used to live there, but there were only servants in her family, not many adults. Because there were few houses nearby, the two children often played together at that time.
This place looks remote, but the ground is relatively flat and there is a wide road outside. It was built during the great development period and is still usable today.
Just looking at the traces around, it has been more than a year and not many people have come here.
He took a detour downstream and found a cobblestone road in a shallow bay. He rode along it and stopped in front of the house, looking up.
This is a pretty big house with five rooms and a large living room. There is a covered corridor outside. I remember that my predecessor often walked back and forth on the railings when he was a child.
His predecessor was killed by a small stone in the corridor last time, and what happened next was what happened after he arrived.
He pushed the cart over, stopped outside, stepped on the creaking wooden steps to the door, took out the key to open the door, then gently reached out and pushed it open. After taking a look, he walked into the house.
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(End of this chapter)
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