Guo Zhendong's expression was slightly startled, then he reached out and touched the injury on his chin, shook his head and said, "It's a small matter."
"Little things?" The elegant young man smiled gracefully, his eyes slightly focused. "The most dignified master in the military will be beaten until his jaw is crooked?"
"Not crooked." Guo Zhendong felt that this adjective hurt his self-esteem, so he pursed his lips and said. "It's just a hole."
After a pause, Guo Zhendong picked up the suitcase of the elegant young man, looked around and said: "A great Wall Street star, you come back to the Forty-Nine Cities every ten years, but no one sees you off or picks you up?"
"Didn't you come to pick me up?" the elegant young man said with a smile. "What delicious food have I prepared for tonight? This is my first real meal in ten years. I don't feel happy about it, so I'm asking you."
"Don't worry." Guo Zhendong laughed heartily, hugged the elegant young man who was shoulder to shoulder and said. "I promise you won't get drunk or come back."
After that, the two walked side by side towards the airport gate. But he was stopped on the way by a well-equipped news reporter. He first looked up and down at the elegant young man with subtle eyes. After pondering for a moment, just when Guo Zhendong was about to get angry, the reporter suddenly slapped his thigh and said in shock: "Are you—the boss of Chang Yishan Chang?"
Guo Zhendong frowned and was about to push away the harassing reporter, but Chang Yishan, who was dressed casually, gently held Guo Zhendong down and said with a smile: "I'm just a reporter, and I have to eat."
"It's really you!" The reporter quickly grabbed a professional camera and asked excitedly. "Boss Changda, can I take a photo of you?"
"Okay." Chang Yishan smiled and nodded.
When Guo Zhendong saw that he was about to take a photo, he moved two steps away out of habit, but was pulled back by Chang Yishan: "Why, are you, Captain Guo, embarrassed by taking a photo with me?"
Guo Zhendong gave Chang Yishan a hard look and said displeasedly: "I just don't want people to misunderstand that I am taking advantage of you and hugging your thigh."
"The mighty military superstar, the beloved super soldier king, still need to hug the thigh of a person like me who smells like copper?" Chang Yishan stopped Guo Zhendong's shoulders, his movements were elegant and calm.
"You two, come on, smile!"
Click.
The reporter pressed the shutter to freeze this moment on film forever.
In the photo, Guo Zhendong's expression is slightly twitchy, which is completely different from his former military king style. Apparently not very comfortable with the camera. Chang Yishan, on the other hand, smiled and looked relaxed. It seems that he has long been accustomed to the spotlight.
In the photo, the expressions and expressions of the two people are very clear, but the crowd behind them is slightly blurred, creating a huge contrast and setting a rather charming artistic conception for the entire photo.
"Give me one later." Chang Yishan said to the reporter in a friendly manner.
"A must!" The reporter was so excited when he got Chang Yishan's first headline after returning to China. He thanked him repeatedly and rushed back to the company. We must use our own channels to make a huge news for Chang Yishan's first return to China.
He believes that this news will definitely make him a popular figure in the industry. Even the boss will probably buy himself a Spring Festival gift package. No mercy.
After taking the photo, Chang Yishan followed Guo Zhendong into the military jeep. The four followers sat in the military vehicle at the back. Follow Guo Zhendong closely.
Glancing at the military vehicle in the rearview mirror, Chang Yishan asked with a smile: "Is it because your status is too prominent, the army is afraid that you will be bullied outside, or because they think you are trouble-making, so they have to put some restraint on you before arranging those few days." A soldier?"
"More of the latter." Guo Zhendong pursed his lips and said.
Chang Yishan smiled and shook his head: "You are not an impulsive person. I know this very well."
Guo Zhendong lit a cigarette and handed one to Chang Yishan, but the latter waved it down.
"I suffered a big loss some time ago. The old man is afraid that I will be resentful and find a way to take revenge." Guo Zhendong took a deep breath from the cigarette and said with a subtle expression. "Otherwise, he would be reluctant to use his personal guards to watch me."
Chang Yishan smiled and said, "It seems that Uncle Guo doesn't know his son very well."
"How can he compare with you?" Guo Zhendong glanced at Chang Yishan. "He is dressed like a soldier, wearing more military uniforms than suits. You have been a child prodigy all your life."
"I haven't seen you in ten years, but your mouth is still so poisonous." Chang Yishan said with a smile.
"So are you. You are as gentle as a prince or noble." Guo Zhendong joked. "They say Wall Street eats people but never spits out their bones. You've been there for ten years, why haven't you developed a murderous aura?"
"Will murderous aura written on the face work?" Chang Yishan said with a smile. "It can also scare children."
"But at least it's better than you are now." Guo Zhendong curled his lips and said. "A young reporter dares to block your way. I don't know what to say."
Having said that, Guo Zhendong seemed to feel sorry for Chang Yishan, and continued: "You let them block Lin Chaotian's way? Let's see if Lin Laoyao's guards don't kill them."
"Boss Lin is a hero, a big shot who stands tall and indomitable. How can he be compared to a small role like me?" Chang Yishan shook his head and said.
Guo Zhendong said eloquently: "I have watched you come from nothing, and I have watched you soar to the top. Wait another ten years. You are no worse than Old Demon Lin."
"You'll have to wait." Chang Yishan smiled slightly.
The two soon arrived at the place to eat, an old Yanjing hot pot restaurant, with charcoal grill, spicy dipping sauce, two large plates of authentic skewers, and two beers. Ten years ago, Guo Zhendong, who came from a wealthy family, would treat every meal. Chang Yishan never refuses. And he said with a smile that I will pay you back in ten years.
So Guo Zhendong didn't intend to be polite to him during tonight's meal. Not for money, just because ten years later, the two still have an iron-clad brotherhood.
After the food and wine were served, the two of them cooked the mutton and drank beer while making skewers. Eating with gusto, no one looks like a super soldier king. The other one is not like the Eastern Star that stunned Wall Street.
After having dinner and wine, Guo Zhendong invited Chang Yishan to have a foot massage. The latter accepted the invitation one by one, but Chang Yishan paid for all the expenses along the way. Of course, Guo Zhendong did not compete hypocritically.
After having fun until two o'clock in the morning, Chang Yishan's cell phone suddenly rang. It is an old prototype. One is not smart, and the other is not large screen. It does not fit the status of Chang Yishan, who has a net worth of tens of billions.
"Hello."
Chang Yishan sat in the passenger seat of the jeep and responded with a smile. It’s Wall Street English that’s spoken in a clear and concise manner.
"BOSS, everything is done, please ask for next instructions." A calm voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Everything is suspended. You can return home." Chang Yishan said fluently. If I hadn't looked at Chang Yishan himself, I would have thought it was an authentic American talking on the phone.
"Yes. BOSS."
After hanging up the phone, Chang Yishan glanced at Guo Zhendong, smiled and said, "What? That's all the arrangements for tonight?"
Guo Zhendong grinned, narrowed his eyes and asked, "I don't care, I'm just afraid that you don't dare."
Don't dare
Ten years on Wall Street have long made Chang Yishan invulnerable to all poisons. What else are you afraid of