At this moment, Ma Zheng looked at Sun Zhengguo again, and his mind became somewhat dazed.
Because he knew that he had lost, and lost completely.
He originally had one more trump card, the "backing stick," a powerful and heavy move, but now he has no chance of winning.
If he dares to use this tactic, and Sun Zhengguo chooses to confront him head-on, the consequences will be unimaginable; at best, he will vomit blood, and at worst, he will lose his life.
Some might ask, is it really that serious?
But the reality is definitely there, because Ma Zheng himself knows that, for example, their Bajiquan has a grandmaster, the divine spearman Li Shuwen.
When Li Shuwen was young, he was very famous, and people often came to challenge him.
Faced with these challenges, Li Shuwen was overwhelmed and finally resorted to ruthless measures. As one can imagine, the final outcome was either death or serious injury.
Because he was ruthless enough, he eventually calmed down. Therefore, some of his colleagues privately called him "Unrivaled Fist" and "Madman Li the Sharpshooter."
Thinking about all this, and looking at his awkward situation, Ma Zheng didn't know what to do next.
Seeing Ma Zheng's condition, Sun Zhengguo guessed he was already injured and didn't intend to kill him outright.
So he voluntarily withdrew his fist, cupped his hands, and said, "Instructor Ma, let's settle this with this one move today. Neither of us will be injured, so it's a draw. What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present could see that Sun Zhengguo had clearly gained the upper hand, but he knew when to stop, which was truly admirable.
Ma Zheng was extremely grateful at this moment. Only after experiencing great terror can one know how to cherish. So he quickly returned the greeting with a cupped hand and said very respectfully.
"Director Sun, you are too modest. You won this fight because I was no longer able to fight back. I should thank you for showing mercy."
Ma Zheng's words drew nods of approval from those present. After all, losing is not shameful; being able to bravely admit defeat makes one a good comrade.
And so, the fierce competition ended in a rather anticlimactic fashion.
Seeing that there was no excitement to be had, the soldiers on the scene all dispersed.
Ma Zheng then stepped forward, his attitude appearing very sincere.
"Director Sun, if I may ask, what level have you reached now?"
"Transformation of internal energy".
Sun Zhengguo replied nonchalantly, his calm and collected demeanor making him quite the showman.
But this answer terrified Ma Zheng.
What did he just do? He actually went and challenged a Grandmaster of Internal Energy! Tell me, is there anything more absurd than this?
Fortunately, I did not provoke anyone today, and my attitude was extremely proper.
It is important to know that a master should not be insulted.
In the end, Sun Zhengguo, who was already preparing to leave, was entangled by Ma Zheng again.
This guy was incredibly flexible; he practically knelt down and kowtowed to himself, constantly calling himself a grandmaster and begging for guidance.
Unable to find a way to get through the situation, Sun Zhengguo had no choice but to stay for another hour or so, during which the two sides exchanged information.
It wasn't until 2 p.m. that he arrived at the gate of the military camp carrying a case of Moutai and two cartons of Huazi cigarettes.
In addition to Political Commissar Yang and Ning Dazhuang, Ma Zheng was also seen off.
"Alright, Uncle Yang, Big Brother, Instructor Ma, you can wait here! My car is over there, I'll be going now."
"Alright, Zhengguo, you've now established your presence here. From now on, whenever you have time, the doors of our unit will always be open to you."
Commissar Yang's words were clearly a double entendre, and Sun Zhengguo couldn't possibly have failed to understand it.
However, his heart wasn't in this matter, so he could only pretend to be confused.
"Okay, Uncle Yang, I'll come to visit often."
After saying that, Sun Zhengguo walked towards the car that was not far away.
But the next second, Sun Zhengguo suddenly thought of a problem: he was eating and drinking well inside, but his little brother was still hungry!
Thinking of all this, Sun Zhengguo quickened his pace and came to the car, where he saw Sun Zhengnan sleeping on the car.
"Hey! Wake up, wake up, south!"
Hearing the shouts, Sun Zhengnan, who had been woken up, looked up and saw Sun Zhengguo. He immediately looked aggrieved.
"Big brother, you're back. I've been waiting for so long today. I wonder what time it is now, and whether there's still food left in the cafeteria."
Well! This young man is really honest; he didn't even think to go eat something first.
What could Sun Zhengguo say? He could only apologize and try to appease her.
"I'm so sorry, Zheng Nan! My brother was inside on business and forgot about you. Plus, it's full of rough men, and no one reminded you. You must be starving!"
"It's alright, brother, one or two meals won't kill you."
After saying that, Sun Zhengnan got out of the car to help and opened the rear hatch so that Sun Zhengguo could put the things inside.
After putting his things away, Sun Zhengguo felt a little guilty, so he secretly took out three meat buns from his spatial storage, put them in his bag, and then said...
"Zhengnan, you sit in the back, let your older brother drive."
"Brother, I'm fine."
"What are you thinking about? I have some steamed buns in my bag, they're still warm! Go eat them! Don't go hungry."
After saying that, before Sun Zhengnan could react, Sun Zhengguo got into the driver's seat and started the engine.
Sun Zhengnan was deeply moved by his elder brother's "concern" for him and the fact that he had brought him some steamed buns. What could he say? He got on the bus and ate the steamed buns.
The car hadn't gone very far when the child finished all the buns, which shows how hungry he was.
When the two returned to the research institute, Sun Zhengguo was still a little embarrassed, so he took out a pack of cigarettes from the back of the car, opened a carton, and took out two packs, intending to let his younger brother take them back to smoke.
This is not to say that Sun Zhengguo is stingy, but rather that he doesn't keep much stock of high-end goods like Hua Zi himself, and he usually has to entertain guests.
"Brother, it's not right for you to give me such good cigarettes!" Sun Zhengnan rubbed his hands together, saying it wasn't right, but his eyes were honest, staring at the cigarettes.
"Just take it when I tell you to. Why are you making so many excuses? If you really don't want it, I'll put it back."
As he spoke, Sun Zhengguo pretended to take it back.
"No, no, big brother, my dear big brother, thank you so much! Hehehe!"
As they were talking, Sun Zhengnan had already snatched the cigarette, grinning like a complete idiot.
"Smoke less. Smoking too much is bad for you. Be careful Zhou Weihua doesn't like it."
Upon hearing his elder brother's words, Sun Zhengnan's smile froze instantly.
The cigarette in my hand no longer smelled good; I could almost see Zhou Weihua's delicate face, cold as ice, and I felt annoyed by the way he smoked.
Seeing his younger brother still contemplating life, Sun Zhengguo ignored him and headed towards the workshop...
Just as Sun Zhengguo went to the workshop, something else happened in the office of the deputy director of the machinery factory.
Just now, Minister Li called and scolded Deputy Factory Director Liao like a grandson because of Zhang Wenyuan's matter.
If it weren't for the fact that Deputy Factory Director Liao was his old subordinate, he probably wouldn't have been scolded, but rather dismissed.
After scolding him, Minister Li was still not satisfied, so he made Deputy Factory Director Liao write a profound self-criticism before hanging up the phone.
Liao, the deputy factory director, who was scolded and looked disheveled, was now somewhat resentful of Sun Zhengguo.
You knew about this, so why didn't you tell your brother so I could prepare in advance and avoid being in such a passive position?
"Achoo, achoo, achoo...!"
"Damn it, this is weird, is someone cursing me?"
Sun Zhengguo, who was inspecting the workshop, sneezed several times in a row and couldn't help but swear...
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