Back in the room, Huang Xuan was holding the key in his hand. He had asked Lorraine to take it down just now during the chaos. Speaking of thieves, the Watcher must be the best in the world. As long as Huang Xuan is by his side, the plane Channels are the biggest cheating device.
This key looks like a brass product - of course, it is actually made of purple gold mixed with other materials. Compared with the best level 16 key in Huang Xuan's hand, the pattern on this key is more obvious. It's too simple, but when you rub it with your hands, you can find that even such a simple key has at least two layers of texture.
"Does it still work?"
"The key is insulated from time." Lorraine scanned and said: "This is the lowest key in the era of the big plane. It needs to be charged before it can be used. Let me give it a try."
Huang Xuan held it in front of his chest, and Miss Mink curiously watched the key gradually glow and heat up. Isaac walked behind without squinting, never paying attention to what his employer was doing.
For a moment, the light on the key faded, and apart from the uncertain luster, there was not much change. Lorraine said in a very disappointed low voice: "It's just an ordinary positioning key, and it takes us to T019." The keys are of the same nature."
"Where is the destination?" Huang Xuan was actually more interested in this key than more advanced keys.
"Not sure." Lorraine's answer was as expected by Huang Xuan.
Putting the key in his pocket, plus the two from Guy, Huang Xuan already had three keys, one of which was basically useless, and the remaining two seemed to have not yet worked.
Cai Wenji seemed to be very interested in the key. She crossed her arms over her chest and didn't know what she was thinking. Huang Xuan was now a little afraid of her subtle judgment and didn't want to say more. She was still studying seriously, and Huang Xuan had already seen two versions of the Oxford and Longman Chinese-English dictionaries on her desk. Diao Chan has recently been able to understand TV series, although she still remains optimistic about why villains can talk. The two knew that this was a completely different era, so they both obediently did not ask too many questions, but carefully observed by themselves. Huang Xuan also saved a lot of thought for this, but if Lorraine hadn't been there, he would have It must be a very sad day.
After settling the two girls, he closed the door gently and saw Isaac walking over nervously. Huang Xuan put up the do not disturb sign, and then said in a funny voice: "What's the matter? Why do you look like this."
Isaac smiled dryly and said: "Boss, that big man doing bench press just now is your personal bodyguard?"
"What?" Huang Xuan had already noticed that he was paying attention to Dian Wei, so he couldn't help but said with a smile: "Don't like him anymore."
This kind of gay joke is just leftover from the army. Isaac said without paying attention at all: "That guy's physical condition is amazing, but his military quality is not ideal. If you need it, boss, IZO is the best." training base.”
Huang Xuan curled his lips and said, "Don't think of kidnapping him for me."
"How dare you." Isaac smiled and said, "I just can't bear to let such a good warrior go to waste." He looked at Huang Xuan as if he was the source of wasting such a good seedling.
According to Huang Xuan's Chinese understanding, this was because he was happy to see Xun Xin, but he did not think that Dian Wei's military skills were insufficient. They were basically military skills from two eras. There were several people in IZO who could ride horses. Of course, it was right to practice more, but he still shook his head and said: "I can't send him abroad yet."
With Dian Wei's current world view, if he leaves Huang Xuan's side, something will definitely happen.
Isaac understood: "Actually, we also have a small base on the border of Myanmar. Although the training is not comprehensive, it is still very good."
Huang Xuan still shook his head. In fact, he was more optimistic about his grandfather's training camp, but all this depends on Dian Wei's own wishes. He didn't know whether Dian Wei was willing to be a soldier here again. Naturally, he hoped that Dian Wei would continue to like him. Fighting, but judging from his performance today, there is probably no problem.
Thinking like this, Huang Xuan smiled and said: "He is not suitable for military training yet. My idea is to wait for him to adapt here for a while. If necessary, we can talk again."
Isaac had no choice but to nod regretfully. The two of them had already stepped off the elevator. Li Qing was waiting in the lobby, nodded slightly to Huang Xuan, and then went to the door to pick up the car.
When he got home, the living room was brightly lit. Li Qing opened the car door for Huang Xuan and said, "Mr. Huang is entertaining guests today, and Madam is cooking."
If you talk about Mr. Huang at home, of course it is Huang Qunsheng. Huang Xuan patted Li Qing on the shoulder and jumped into the room in two steps. Huang's mother didn't often cook. If she entered the kitchen, she would usually be an important guest of Huang's father.
Sitting on the sofa was a middle-aged man about the same age as Huang's father. His hair was already showing signs of thinning. Huang Xuan called him "Hello, Uncle" and wanted to go back to his room. Huang Qunsheng stopped him and said, "Son, come over."
"Oh." Huang Xuan came over pretending to be a good baby and sat next to his father.
"This is your Uncle Tang, my college classmate. He will stay at our house for two days this time. He is a master of Chinese culture. You should study more."
"Where." Uncle Tang said with a pleasant smile: "You are almost turning into a bad old man. My name is Tang Yi. You can call me Uncle Tang or call me by my name. You are the genius of the old Huang family. ?”
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and shook Huang Xuan's hand. This guy thought in his heart that those who engage in Chinese studies are different, not like his father's model of keeping away from strangers.
Huang Xuan glanced at his father and said to Tang Yi with a smile: "Thank you, Uncle Tang, for the compliment. However, genius is also a result of my father's good teaching. It is the credit of my mother's education."
Tang Yi suddenly laughed, pointed at Huang Xuan and said to Huang Qunsheng: "You son, you are a good flatterer, not bad, not bad."
After joking for a while, Huang Xuan slipped away to the kitchen. Zhang Xinyi was not a housewife with good cooking skills, but whenever Huang Qunsheng had guests, she would always go to the kitchen to express her gratitude. In the big Huang family, the owner of Sifang Group is far more important than a scholar, but it is Huang's mother's careful management that makes Huang Xuan's small family harmonious and enviable.
"Is it boiled meat?" Huang Xuan sniffed, jumped to Zhang Xinyi and said, "Put more spicy food."
"How do you know that Uncle Tang only eats spicy food?" Zhang Xinyi tapped Huang Xuan's nose with the hand that grabbed the garlic. After scaring the guy away, she said, "Go and wash your hands and chop vegetables for me."
"Where's the chef?" Huang Xuan looked around. The family usually invited chefs to cook. Even when Zhang Xinyi was cooking, he would come to help.
"I was supposed to come in the afternoon." Zhang Xinyi said while cutting the meat: "Uncle Tang arrived at noon, and he is your father's best classmate. When I thought about it, I just made it a family dinner and didn't need a chef. ”
Huang Xuan smiled, washed his hands, helped his mother cut vegetables, put away the lettuce, and said, "Mom, I met a few people at the Hilton Hotel today."
"Who is it?" Zhang Xinyi was chopping vegetables and making porridge and rice. She was very neat. The Zhang family was different from the Huang family in that there were not so many accompanying cooks. Huang Xuan's grandmother was also a very decent and house-keeping woman.
"They are from the Zhu family in Shanghai, named Zhu Xiankui, and there is a boy from the Lin family. I didn't ask for his name." Huang Xuan said slowly, looking at his mother's expression, and slowly told what happened in the gym today. Once, even stabbing "Eunuch Li" with a knife. This is a very important thing and will affect my mother's judgment. Of course, he ignored the reason for the conflict between Dian Wei and Dian Wei.
Zhang Xinyi's chopping movements slowed down. She looked at Huang Xuan intently for a while, then smiled softly, released her left hand holding the radish, hugged Huang Xuan with her backhand, and said, "You have really grown up. well."
Huang Xuan didn't know what his mother was sighing, but he knew that since Cai Wenji didn't know anything about the situation, he understood the reason why he poked "Eunuch Li", and his mother naturally understood it too.
Zhang Xinyi sighed again and said: "Son, there has indeed been a lot of trouble at home recently. You have been favored by others and have saved a lot of money. However, it is not just money. You will go to school tomorrow, you know? "
"My English is pretty good." Huang Xuan said unhappily.
"Good English doesn't mean anything." Zhang Xinyi started chopping vegetables again and said, "You still have so many classmates in school, and you don't want to see them again? And you just want to stroll around like this all day?"
"I have something to do."
"Just leave the work to someone special, but you must understand what you are doing." Zhang Xinyi looked back at Huang Xuan and said, "Good boy, go to class tomorrow, okay?"
Huang Xuan nodded helplessly and changed the subject: "Is this Uncle Tang coming to Nanjing for tourism or work?"
"He is a well-known master of Chinese studies. He should be working for the State Council now in the protection of cultural relics. I heard that Christie's will recently auction a batch of bamboo slips from the Han Dynasty and the Warring States Period. He wants to use our relationship to see them before the auction. Take a look." Zhang Xinyi glanced at Huang Xuan and said, "You haven't reported to me yet. Where have you been in the past two weeks?"
Huang Xuan lied with a wry smile on his face, thinking in his mind, "That batch of bamboo slips could not be mine."
…
Other than the word count: The third update today, 8,000 words in the whole day, so count it as a small burst. It’s the last two days of May. Readers who haven’t voted yet can leave it to Dolphins. (To be continued)