Chapter 142 Focus!

"What tricks can I play? Mr. Su, look at what you said. You're welcome. We have been friends for so many years. It's too disg of my face to say so. Han Baoguo smiled and said, "I just want a descendant to drink with me. What's wrong?"

"Lao Han, look, our table is full of old comrades-in-arms. Is it appropriate for you to call a junior?" Another person spoke. He was Li Yeping, the former commander of the Ningxia Military Region.

Li Yeping was also the founding hero of China and belonged to the second generation of the Chinese People's Liberation Army. He was also a person who frightened the enemy in those years. Although he is nearly 90 years old and is idle at home, his influence in the army is still far-reaching, especially in the Ningxia Military Region and even the whole southwest, which still regards Li Yeping as the largest. Of course, this old man does not have a grudge against the Soviet faction or have a unique mind in the southwest. He is very good with Su Fuhua on the surface, but in fact, if he is separated, he also has no factional affiliation.

Li Yeping's words are indeed reasonable. Which of the eight old people on this table is not to make the whole Chinese land tremble?

The seniors at a table were all founding generals of that year. At this time, they wanted to catch up, but the old man Han insisted on calling a junior to accompany him, which made several old people present have some small opinions, but there were also some old guys who had a good personal relationship with Han Baoguo just smiled and did not express any opinions.

Su Fuhua felt a little uncomfortable. He was the owner of the birthday banquet, and the outstanding children of the Su family were not called here by him, but the old man Han began to openly help the descendants, which was obviously a little noisy, which really made him very unhappy.

"It doesn't matter. The old men at our table are all old-fashioned, and it's not impossible to add some fresh blood. Moreover, I also want to see how good the young man Han, who has always claimed to be with poisonous eyes, will be this time." Another old man said with a smile.

"Well, just follow old Han's behavior." Su Fuhua smiled dryly and took a sip of tea.

Han Baoguo smiled and didn't care, but gestured to his son Han.

Han got away from vulgarity and quickly stood up and walked to Wang Zheng's side. Although he was the commander of the Capital Military Region and was already the youngest major general, he never dared to neglect his father's requirements.

At this time, Wang Zheng was chatting with Zhang Mingqi and the people on the table. There are many young talents in the capital on this table, and their names are also loud and deadly, which is in sharp contrast to the seniors on that table.

Su Tianran, Su Tianming, Chu Zhaonan, Song Ziye and Shangguan Yunxiao all chatted with a smile. As the two most outstanding young people in the Su family, Su Tianran and Su Tianming have the obligation to support the scene. Due to the poor health of Mr. Chu, Chu Zhaonan also came to pay a birthday to Su Fuhua for his grandfather, while Song Ziye Song Mingwei's eldest daughter, Song Haixing's elder daughter, is capable and beautiful. She used to be known as a flower in the capital, but I don't know why Song Ziye is now over 30 years old, but she still hasn't found her mother-in-law. People are talking behind her back and talking about everything. There are all kinds of unpleasant things, and this Miss Song didn't care at all. She still devoted herself to her career and had no time to take care of her. Many people were sighing that such a good woman did not get married and wasted such a good appearance and her eye-catching figure.

And Shangguan Yunxiao, as the eldest grandson of the Shangguan family, still has a warm smile, which makes people feel intimacy at first sight. However, Wang Zheng knows that people can't only look at the surface. Shangguan Yunxiao is definitely worthy of the one that needs to be guard the most. A class of people.

With Wang Zheng's eyesight, he can see through many people at a glance, but only he can't understand this Shangguan Yunxiao, a man with a superb family background but keep a low profile to the bone. Wang Zheng once said that if a low profile is a disease, Shangguan Yunxiao must be terminally ill.

However, although these young people are brilliant in the eyes of their peers, when Han Tui, the commander of the Capital Military Region, stood beside them, these young people whose eyes were usually higher than the top did not dare to stand up, but stood up respectfully.

There's nothing they can do. Han Tiger is their real elders, and their respect still needs to be shown.

Han took a slight signal that everyone did not have to stand up and went straight to Wang Zheng's side.

As half a master, Su Tianran quickly stood up, walked to Han's side and said, "Uncle Han, why did you come here? Why don't you sit down and have two drinks? It's also good to teach our descendants."

Han's vulgar eyes went straight past Su Tianran, the largest young man in the capital, and threw it on Wang Zheng: "No, my grandfather just asked me to ask Wang Zheng to come to his table for dinner."

"Let me go?" Wang Zheng was slightly stunned. He was very clear about the weight of the old man on that table. Even if he was the evil king of the East and the captain of the dragon scales, he was not qualified to sit on that table!

Han's vulgar words surprised everyone. The young people at this table are not the children of ordinary families. The level they have been in contact with since childhood is unimaginable by those folk children in their lifetime. Being able to sit here proves that they are not wine bags that only know how to eat, drink and play. They know better than anyone the true meaning of the old man's table for China. They also know that no matter which of these old people dies, the country will be lowered at half-mast and all the leaders of the country will attend the memorial service.

It is because they know this that they are even more shocked by Han's vulgar words!

Who is Wang Zheng? The young master of the Wang family in Philadelphia? A retired logistics veteran? Or is it the super bodyguard of Shangguan Shishi? Even if all these names are added together with the title of a senior vice president of Jurong International, there is still no qualification to sit on that table.

Even Han, the youngest major general in China and the commander of the military region with a heavy position to maintain the stability of the capital, is not qualified to sit at that table!

Su Tianran, Chu Zhaonan and others all understand that it is only a dozen meters from this table to another table, but these ten meters are most likely to be the distance they have exhausted their lives and cannot reach.

Only the top figures in the system understand that separating these two tables is more than a gap and a gap.

The old man on the table is not a simple elder. Even if the current national leader wants to sit next to them, I'm afraid that the younger generation will have to think that they will be uneasy and cramped.

China has such a strange circle. This circle is not that you can enter if you have money and power or even have an official position. There are many such circles in China, and the mystery of them is self-evident.

Therefore, Su Tianran's face changed slightly, and so did Su Tianming. Even Zhang Mingqi, who had been with Wang Zheng, was suppressed by this sudden incident. Chu Zhaonan and Song Ziye showed a bitter smile. On the whole table, only Shangguan Yunxiao drank with a faint smile. With tea, the expression on the face, in addition to a smile, is still... well, still smile.

However, the young people on this table are not clear how many people are looking at their position while they look at that table.

This is the society. Everyone desperately wants to climb up, just for the illusory power and the pleasure generated when using the abuse of power.

"Yes, don't talk nonsense, come with me." Han's face was as dark as water, and there was a trace of impatience between his eyebrows.

"Oh, okay." Wang Zheng quickly stood up and followed Han Tuo vulgar, but no one noticed that in Han Tuo's slightly impatient eyes, there was a trace of playful smile that no one could detect.

Han's status was not low, and his voice was not small. When he stood up, many people had already focused their eyes on him, the commander of the Capital Military Region. When Han lifted out to let Wang Zheng go to another table for dinner, people were really shocked. Such shock and Su Tianran For the same reason, almost half of the hall's eyes turned to Wang Zheng.

"Who is he? I've never seen such a face before.

"It seems to be Zhang Mingqi's boyfriend of Lanhai Group, and they seem to be very close. No way, Zhang Mingqi, such a sexy woman, has a famous flower?

"Let the pigs arch all the good cabbage! A woman like Zhang Mingqi..."

"It's definitely not a simple person to be able to sit at the table with Su Tianran. Maybe he is the super young master of any family."

"No matter how unusual the identity is, you can't sit at that table. What kind of identity does it have to be to achieve this?

Almost everyone's eyes are focused on Wang Zheng. These people who are deeply immersed in the system understand that for them, the old people who talk and laugh on the table are gods and out of reach. Even if they can say a word to these people, it is a great honor for them. It is a capital worth showing off for a lifetime.

Those eyes focused on Wang Zheng are suspicious, puzzled and excited, but more jealousy, unconcealed and naked jealousy.

And the old man, who can no longer be described as prominent, also looked at Wang Zheng, with some eyes with the meaning of scrutiny, some with appreciation, some with vigilance, and some with disdain.

Wang Zheng smiled, met these eyes before and behind him, felt all kinds of emotions in the whole hall, walked slowly towards the so-called sacred table, and looked deeply at the old figure. Wang Zheng was neither humble nor arrogant, and straightened his spine.