In shock, the figure stared blankly at the alley in front of him.

This small alley is a dead end, only about thirty meters long. One side is a residential building, and the other side is the back wall of a supermarket.

"Don't move around, otherwise I won't be able to guarantee which part of your body will be cut off." Angel's cold voice appeared behind him, and a saber stretched out to his crotch.

"Don't mess around, I, I, I don't have a partner yet." The figure made a fearful voice and raised his hands.

Hearing this man's voice, Angel shook his head and put away the knife. At the same time, Zhao Ziyang suddenly jumped down from the alley and smiled at the guy who was following him.

"Changzheng, why are you not helping me at home?" Zhao Ziyang came over and patted Zhao Changzheng's head gently.

A false alarm, it was Zhao Changzheng who was following Zhao Ziyang.

"No more help, I'm going to run away from home!" Zhao Changzheng blurted out, looked at Angel with a cold face and showed a silly smile, and then hurriedly stayed away from Angel. He was a little afraid of Angel.

Not everyone can bear the coldness on Bianqier's body, even though she does look perfect.

Hearing Zhao Changzheng's words, Zhao Ziyang realized that this kid really had plans to run away from home. He was holding a bag in his hand and looked like he was going to travel far away.

"Why did you run away from home and follow me?" Zhao Ziyang continued to ask Zhao Changzheng with a smile.

"Of course I will follow you!" Zhao Changzheng looked at Zhao Ziyang as he should, and said to him with a look of admiration in his eyes: "You are definitely a master. To be a man, you have to be a man like you. My dad can't do it.

There is no future with him."

"Hahaha..." Zhao Ziyang burst into laughter. He thought this was really interesting.

A person like Zhao Zhengrong would never be considered a softie wherever he goes, but in the heart of his son, he is a softie. It’s really funny. Zhao Ziyang can be sure, regardless of Zhao Zhengrong’s age.

He's small, and if you want him to go on the battlefield, he'll definitely be a great character.

"Do you think your dad can't do it?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng after he finished laughing, and continued without waiting for his answer: "Go home, your dad is not a softie, if it was your dad who saw those people pinching you at that time,

Neck, I'm afraid they will all die."

"No return!" Zhao Changzheng's stubborn temper rose again, and he shouted to Zhao Ziyang: "In the worst case, I will serve you some tea, and you can just take me away."

"By the way," Zhao Changzheng turned to Angel and said seriously: "I can also cook Chinese food!"

This sentence made Angel want to laugh. This little guy is quite good at bribing people, and he even tempted her with Chinese food.

"I won't take you away." Zhao Ziyang shook his head and said, "You should enjoy your sunny life..."

"Sunny!" Zhao Changzheng cursed fiercely and said with great dissatisfaction: "Now I have to move once a year, from my hometown to the United States, from the United States to Italy, from Italy to Colombia, from Colombia to Turkey, and then again

I ran to England and I didn’t know where I would go next year. I was so annoyed. Where did the sunshine come from?”

This sentence seemed to remind Zhao Ziyang and An Qier that they exchanged a look with each other and knew each other in their hearts.

Naturally, moving once a year is not to travel, but to escape from something, such as enemies... Zhao Zhengrong is not an ordinary person, he has his own motives, maybe he is really escaping from enemies.

"I can't even take you in!" Zhao Ziyang told Zhao Changzheng firmly.

Hearing Zhao Ziyang's firm tone, Zhao Changzheng's face was full of frustration. He knew that Zhao Ziyang really refused to take him in.

That's right, Zhao Ziyang will never take him in because he's afraid of trouble.

He didn't know who Zhao Zhengrong's enemy was, so how could he take Zhao Changzheng in? Besides, the relationship between the two was just a chance meeting, and Zhao Ziyang would not cause unnecessary trouble for himself, because he was in trouble now

Enough.

"Alas, it seems that I can only carry grandpa back to China." Zhao Changzheng sighed deeply, and his words were full of helplessness.

However, Zhao Ziyang was moved after hearing this.

"Your grandfather is here too?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng.

"Yeah, my dad took my grandpa and me around and moved around." Zhao Changzheng nodded.

Zhao Ziyang's heart became brighter: A man whose wife died, took his old father and son around the world, who can believe that there is no problem? The answer does not need to be guessed, it must be to avoid and provoke rival forces.

It is very large and can be spread all over the world.

Zhao Ziyang nodded without saying anything. He walked past Zhao Changzheng and strode forward with An Qier.

"Hey, hey, why are you leaving? We can discuss this!" Zhao Changzheng shouted loudly from behind, his face full of anxiety.

To be honest, he admired Zhao Ziyang in his heart. He could cut off other people's hands with a knife and still smile without showing the slightest hint of anger. This is a real man. In addition to being a coward in the family, I know how to act arrogant in front of others.

He looked like a coward in front of me.

What's wrong with this? If I become soft, my son cannot be soft. Otherwise, how can we support our family?

Zhao Ziyang stopped and turned around to face Zhao Changzheng, who was running over.

"If your grandfather agrees, I can consider taking you in."

"Sure!" Zhao Changzheng agreed without thinking, and said happily: "Grandpa loves me the most, so there must be no problem."

The innocent Zhao Changzheng could not imagine Zhao Ziyang's intentions at all. He only knew that he was sure to succeed if he took Zhao Ziyang to see his grandfather. But Zhao Ziyang knew that this was simply not feasible. He just wanted to see someone who could write such a word "Tao"

An old revolutionary because he had many things that he needed to be advised by one person.

If the guess is correct, Zhao Changzheng's grandfather must have been a general who led troops at that time. His combat experience from the southern and northern wars was unparalleled. The most important thing was his strategic vision and strategic command.

During the Anti-Japanese War, our army was weak, which determined that most battles had to be won with less. Any battle in which less was used to win more requires commanders to have excellent strategic vision and tactical awareness, as well as the ability to win by surprise.

Wisdom. They are the fierce tigers that roam the battlefield, unmatched by any modern troop commander.

Today's lurkers are in a weak situation and are forced to seek development in Africa. This is very similar to the situation of our army back then, so Zhao Ziyang wanted to visit this old revolutionary to learn, learn from experience, and ask for help.

Dial.

How to develop in Africa, and how to further operate after it has developed to a certain level. He has to break out of the mercenary circle, because in his heart, Zhao Ziyang not only wants to revive the lurkers, he also wants to make the lurkers re-enter the mercenary world.

It is very important, or he wants to establish a mercenary kingdom.

Doing anything at any time and anywhere requires the support of strong forces, and what supports strong forces is military force!

The three of them returned to the hotel first. Zhao Ziyang would not be careless about visiting the old revolutionary. In China, juniors must not be casual when visiting their elders. There are many etiquettes in this regard, so Zhao Ziyang must be fully prepared.

When she walked to a street stall, Angel's eyes were attracted and she strode towards the stall, curiously looking at the lifelike animals on the stall.

This is a booth for making candy figures. The stall owner is an old man. He is skillfully using boiled sugar to draw various small animals on a smooth board. After drawing, he uses a bamboo stick to stick on the candy figures.

At the bottom, after the sugar has cooled, use a blade to gently shovel it, and a lifelike sugar figure will be formed.

This is a domestic folk art. Those who were born before 1985 should have seen candy-making people when they were children. As for now, it is basically invisible. It is really amazing to be able to see the craftsmen making candy-making people on the other side of the ocean in London, England.

Unbelievable.

"Angel, do you like these candy figures?" Zhao Ziyang asked Angel. He saw the word "like" in Angel's eyes because she couldn't move her eyes away.

"No, this is not a candy man, this is art, a unique folk painting art!" Angel corrected Zhao Ziyang, picked up a little mouse and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Look how exquisite it is, just like the real thing."

In fact, Zhao Ziyang's interest was also aroused. He thought that when he was a child, he would put a few cents in his pocket to buy candy figures. Of course, at that time, it was mainly novelty and greed, and all the candy figures went into his stomach.

"Buy two and take them back." Zhao Ziyang picked up an ox and handed it to Angel and said: "According to the age classification of Chinese people, your age is Ox. This is the zodiac sign of the Chinese zodiac, which is similar to your zodiac sign. This little mouse

To Linghu, she likes mice the most."

Angel nodded and wrapped up the candy man very preciously and put it away. She was careful to keep the candy man away from her when walking, lest the candy man be broken into pieces.

This was the first small gift Zhao Ziyang gave her, and she liked it very much.

Back at the hotel, Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng to rest in his room first, and planned to take the boy back later when he had dinner. He was a bad-tempered guy, and it would definitely not work if he was driven home.

"Hey, special forces, are you back?" Linghu's voice came. She opened the door and revealed a head with a smile on her face.

"I'm back, haha." Zhao Ziyang greeted Linghu with a smile, but he was secretly wary.

Only when the spirit fox needs to draw his own blood will he be so enthusiastic. At other times, the little fox is always in a hurry to do his own experiments and has no time to pay attention to him.

"Come, let's talk alone." Linghu stretched out his hand to hold the special soldier and wanted to talk to him alone.

"Your candy man, the special forces gave it to you." Angel stepped in between the two of them, showed Linghu a melting smile, and handed the little mouse candy man to Linghu.

"Thank you!" Linghu took it and put it in his mouth, saying vaguely: "Angel, come too, it will be much more convenient if you are here."

It was not about drawing blood. Zhao Ziyang relaxed his vigilance and walked into Linghu's room with An Qier.

"Hehehe..." Linghu smiled very flatteringly, hugged Angel's arm and sweetly shouted: "Sister Angel..."

Angel frowned. She didn't like people calling her that, it would make her feel uncomfortable. But she really didn't have a bad temper towards Linghu. This little fox has the thickest skin and will treat you in every possible way when he needs you.

It's all good. Even if you stand in front of her when you are not needed, she may not be able to see you.

"Special Forces..." Linghu hugged Zhao Ziyang's arm again, pouted at Zhao Ziyang, and showed his super lethal appearance in front of Zhao Ziyang's eyes.

Zhao Ziyang felt uncomfortable all over. He could clearly feel the amazing elasticity of Linghu's chest. His left arm was completely pressed against Linghu's chest, and he was hugged so tightly that he couldn't pull it out. But it was quite enjoyable, except

A little hot……

"Tell me something." Angel's frown deepened.

She noticed the way Linghu hugged Zhao Ziyang, but she was born in a noble family and had a more reserved side that she could not express.

"Borrow money!" Linghu blurted out.

"How many?"

"One hundred million!" Linghu let go of Zhao Ziyang's arm, stretched out three fingers and said to the two of them without any pressure: "It's pounds, not US dollars!"

Zhao Ziyang took a breath of air. He didn't know how Linghu could say it, 100 million, not in US dollars, but in pounds!

One pound can be exchanged for 16 yuan in RMB, which means Linghu wants to borrow 1.6 billion yuan if he opens his mouth. How could he not let Zhao Ziyang gasp?

"I can pay you back tomorrow!" Linghu saw Zhao Ziyang's unpromising expression and stuck out his tongue to make a promise.

One hundred million pounds is really not a lot of money for Linghu. Her research itself is a bottomless pit, and she can eat it no matter how much money she has, but nothing will happen.

"No problem." Angel agreed happily and asked Linghu: "Check or remittance?"

"Check!" Linghu hugged Angel excitedly, kissed Angel heavily on the face and said, "My little Angel, you are so good, I swear that I will pair you with a special soldier, hahaha..."

Angel's face turned red, Zhao Ziyang pretended not to care, but his eyes peeked at Angel from time to time.

Angel neatly took out his checkbook and wrote down a check and handed it to Angel. The string of zeros on it made Zhao Ziyang dizzy. These two women are not ordinary women. One opened his mouth to borrow 100 million, and the other borrowed one without saying a word.

100 million.

But An Qier is rich. If she showed all her money, it would scare Zhao Ziyang to death.

"Linghu, why did you borrow the money?" Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu curiously.

"Buy a car and race. If you win the money tonight, I can pay you back." Linghu, holding the check, hurriedly ran out. As he ran, he shouted to the two of them: "I'm going to race with you tonight, so you can experience it."

Fast and furious in London at night!”
Chapter completed!