Qian Xiangdong didn't receive a reply from Han Junche, nor did he care.
After all, there are many people in the empire who worship their leader. Among ten military enthusiasts, at least four are worshippers of the leader. Captain Han in front of us should just be one of the worshippers, and he is just good at observation and association.
Qian Xiangdong led Han Junche to the door of an office, looked up and knocked: "Report! Captain Han of the Starfire Alliance has arrived."
A strong, resonant voice came from inside: "Come in!"
Qian Xiangdong opened the door and said to Han Junche, "Captain Han, please."
Han Junche lowered his eyes before looking up and walking inside.
This is a single office. A map of the empire hangs on the wall, and the empire's flag is still on the desk. Han Zheng is sitting behind the desk, quietly watching Han Junche walk in.
Han Junche stared straight at him without glancing to the side. After entering the office, he did not take another step forward.
Han Zheng met Han Junche's gaze for a moment before turning to Qian Xiangdong and saying, "You can go out now. I'll call you if I need anything."
Qian Xiangdong snapped to attention, bowed, said "Yes," and then walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.
He frowned, looked at the closed door, and felt something was off.
Captain Han is a fan of the leader, isn't he? Why is he so cold after meeting the leader? Is he too excited to see his idol?
Qian Xiangdong scratched his head, put the question out of his mind, and walked away.
Only Han Junche and Han Zheng remained in the office.
To be honest, after more than ten years apart, Han Junche no longer remembered what Han Zheng looked like. But the moment he saw Han Zheng, he knew that this man with gray hair was his father who had ignored him for more than ten years.
Han Zheng looks much older, but he is full of energy and still has that tough and resolute appearance.
He looked at Han Junche, opening his mouth several times but remaining silent.
The father and son just looked at each other without saying a word.
Han Junche sneered inwardly. He had made many excuses for Han Zheng, but every excuse had been overturned. Only amnesia could make sense.
But now, looking at Han Zheng's appearance, Han Junche knew that he had not forgotten him at all, and that he recognized him based on just his name and his appearance.
All the resentment and hidden hopes in my heart dissipated at that moment.
Han Junche composed himself, took two steps to Han Zheng's desk, and extended his hand to him: "Hello, Manager Han, I am the founder of the Starfire Alliance Base, my name is Han Junche."
Han Zheng looked at the outstretched hand, slowly stood up, and shook hands with him. Just as he was about to speak, Han Junche withdrew his hand first and said, "First of all, thank you for your base's rescue and assistance to our people. Secondly, I have a plan, and I wonder if Manager Han would be interested."
Han Junche remained calm and composed, appearing completely businesslike, without even a hint of emotional fluctuation.
Han Zheng's hand remained suspended in mid-air until Han Junche finished speaking. Only then did he snap out of his daze and withdraw his hand, looking at Han Junche with a complicated expression: "I..."
"I wonder if the person in charge of South Korea is interested in forming a base alliance to restore imperial order."
Han Junche interrupted him calmly: "If you're interested, we can have a proper talk. If not, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Looking at the cold expression on his face, Han Zheng finally realized that Han Junche did not intend to acknowledge him.
He hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Of course I'm interested. Captain Han, please have a seat."
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