Guo Zhendong's expression was slightly startled. He reached out to touch the wound on his chin and shook his head. "It's nothing."
"Nothing?" The elegant young man smiled and narrowed his eyes. "The number one expert in the military was beaten so badly that his chin was crooked?"
"It's not crooked." Guo Zhendong felt that this description hurt his self-esteem. "It's just a scratch."
After a pause, Guo Zhendong picked up the elegant young man's suitcase and looked at it from left to right. "You're a Wall Street star. You come back to Sijiu City once every ten years, yet no one sends you off or picks you up?"
"Didn't you come to pick me up?" The elegant young man smiled. "What delicious food did you prepare for tonight? This is my first proper meal in ten years. I don't want to have a good meal. Why are you asking? "
"Don't worry." Guo Zhendong laughed and hugged the elegant young man who was as tall as him. "I promise you won't go back until you are drunk."
After that, the two walked side by side to the airport gate. But they were stopped by a well-equipped reporter on the way. He first looked at the elegant young man up and down subtly. After a moment of contemplation, just as Guo Zhendong was about to lose his temper, the reporter suddenly slapped his thigh and said in astonishment, "You are — — Big Boss Chang Yishan?"
Guo Zhendong frowned and was about to push away the annoying reporter. Chang Yishan, who was dressed casually, gently pressed Guo Zhendong and said with a Smile, "It's just a reporter. I also have to eat."
"It's really you!" The reporter quickly grabbed the professional camera and asked excitedly. "Big Boss Chang, can I take a photo for you?"
"Sure." Chang Yishan smiled and nodded.
Guo Zhendong saw that he was about to take a photo. He moved two steps out of habit, but was pulled back by Chang Yishan. "What? Do you think it's embarrassing to take a photo with me?"
Guo Zhendong rolled his eyes at Chang Yishan and said unhappily, "I just don't want people to think that I'm taking advantage of you."
"You're a military superstar, a well-loved super soldier king. Do you really need to hug the thigh of a person who stinks of money like me?" Chang Yishan grabbed Guo Zhendong's shoulder, his movements elegant and calm.
"The two of you, come, smile!"
Crack.
The reporter pressed the shutter and froze this moment on the film forever.
In the photo, Guo Zhendong's expression was slightly coy, which was completely different from the usual soldier king style. Apparently, he was not used to the camera. On the other hand, Chang Yishan was smiling and looking relaxed. He seemed to be used to the flashlights of the cameras.
In the photo, the expressions and expressions of the two were very clear, but the crowd behind them was slightly blurred, forming a huge contrast. It also set up a rather charming mood for the entire photo.
"Give me one later," Chang Yishan said to the reporter in a friendly manner.
"Of course!" Getting the first headline after Chang Yishan's return, the reporter was very excited. He thanked Chang Yishan repeatedly and rushed back to the company. He wanted to use his own channels to make a huge news for Chang Yishan's first return.
He believed that this news would definitely make him a hot figure in the industry. Even his boss would probably give him a Spring Festival gift bag. He would not be lenient.
After taking the photo, Chang Yishan followed Guo Zhendong to the military jeep. The four attendants tactfully sat in the military car behind. They followed Guo Zhendong closely.
Glancing at the military car in the rearview mirror, Chang Yishan asked with a smile, "Is it because your identity is too prominent and the military is afraid that you will be bullied outside, or because you are a troublemaker and want to impose some restrictions on you, so they arranged for those soldiers?"
"The latter is more likely," Guo Zhendong said with his lips pursed.
Chang Yishan smiled and shook his head, "You are not an impulsive person. I know this very well. "
Guo Zhendong lit a cigarette and then handed one to Chang Yishan, but the latter waved his hand and refused.
"I suffered a big loss some time ago. The old man is afraid that I will hold a grudge and find a way to retaliate." Guo Zhendong took a deep drag of the cigarette and said with a subtle expression. "Otherwise, he would not be willing to send his personal guards to watch me."
Chang Yishan smiled and said, "It seems that Uncle Guo does not know his son very well."
"How can he be compared to you?" Guo Zhendong glanced at Chang Yishan. "He wears a military uniform more than a suit. You are a prodigy your whole life. "
"I haven't seen you for ten years, but your mouth is still so poisonous." Chang Yishan said with a Smile.
"You too. You are as refined as a noble. "Guo Zhendong joked. "They say that Wall Street eats people without spitting out the bones. You have been there for ten years, why haven't you developed a murderous aura? "
"Is it useful to write murderous aura on the face?" Chang Yishan smiled. "It can only scare the little kids."
"But at least it is better than you now." Guo Zhendong curled his lips. "A small reporter dares to block your way. Ridiculous. "
After saying that, Guo Zhendong seemed to feel sorry for Chang Yishan and continued, "You asked them to block Lin Chaotian's way? Let's see if Lin Laoyao's guards don't kill them. "
"Boss Lin is a hero, an indomitable big shot. How can a small character like me compare to him? "Chang Yishan shook his head and said.
Guo Zhendong said eloquently, "I watched you grow from nothing, I watched you soar to the sky and reach the peak. Wait for another ten years. You are no worse than Lin Laoyao. "
"I can wait." Chang Yishan smiled.
The two soon arrived at the place to eat. It was an old Yan Jing hot pot restaurant with charcoal grill, spicy dipping sauce, two plates of authentic barbecue skewers, and two bottles of beer. Ten years ago, Guo Zhendong, who came from a wealthy family, would treat him to every meal. Chang Yishan never refused. He laughed and said that he would pay him back ten years later.
So, Guo Zhendong did not plan to be polite with him tonight. It wasn't because of the money, but because after ten years, the two of them were still as brothers as ever.
The dishes were served, and the two ate mutton, ate skewers, and drank beer. They ate with relish, one was not like a super soldier. The other was not like the Eastern Star who stunned Wall Street.
After eating and drinking to their heart's content, Guo Zhendong invited Chang Yishan for a foot massage. Chang Yishan accepted all of them, but all the expenses along the way were paid by Chang Yishan. Of course, Guo Zhendong didn't fight for it.
At two o 'clock in the morning, Chang Yishan's phone suddenly rang. It was an old model. It was not smart, and it was not a big screen. It did not match the identity of Chang Yishan, who was worth billions.
"Hello."
Chang Yishan sat in the front passenger seat of the jeep and answered with a smile. It was a perfect Wall Street English.
"Boss, everything is done, waiting for the next order." A calm voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Everything is suspended. You can go back to China. "Chang Yishan said fluently. If it was not for Chang Yishan himself, he would have thought that it was an authentic American talking on the phone.
"Yes. BOSS。”
After hanging up the phone, Chang Yishan glanced at Guo Zhendong and smiled, "What? That's all for tonight? "
Guo Zhendong grinned, squinted his eyes and said, "I don't care, but I'm afraid you don't dare."
Don't dare?
Ten years on Wall Street had made Chang Yishan invincible. Why wouldn't he dare?
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