Chapter 12 Go to the Forbidden City

Can the collection be 3,000? Now it's 2880. What kind of reward is my favorite? Stupid, I love you! ~~~~~

"Who is making trouble?" A middle-aged man who looks like a leader took the lead in asking. After receiving the message sent by Liu Jun, he hurriedly led the team out. You know, the CALL machine is only used in government departments at present. The identity of the person who can call him must not be low. Ye Hetu did not speak, and Zhao Shidao was not in a hurry to appear. No one in this group of people knows Zhao Shidao. Because no one is qualified to be exposed to Zhao Shidao's level.

Liu Jun came out and walked to the middle-aged man and said a few words. The middle-aged man suddenly smiled and flattered him. Liu Shao made the subordinates who followed him secretly disgusted. He was used to the middle-aged man's pretentiousness and flattering. Liu Jun pointed to Ye Hetu and ordered the middle-aged man a few words. The latter hurriedly said, "Surely Do things impartially and don't let Mr. Liu down.

The greatest sadness in this world is that some sanctimonious guardians always do things under the banner of fairness and justice, and finally get the encouragement of outstanding performance. For many people, those dignified fairness and justice are nonsense and an excuse for self-deception.

"What do you do?" The middle-aged man was very good at grasping the unique skill of changing his face in Sichuan Opera, and roared aggressively at Ye Hetu, who was sitting in his seat.

He Changfeng waited for the color of Ye Hetu. As long as Ye Hetu gave an order, the middle-aged man would be thrown out of the teahouse. Ye Hetu did not agree and continued to drink tea. The middle-aged man sneered and took you back first. He stretched out a hand to grab Ye Hetu's clothes. Liu Jun told the middle-aged man that Ye Hetu was wearing a military uniform. It was a deserter. He was arrested by the Public Security Bureau first. After that, someone came to review it. At first, the middle-aged man hesitated. After all, the military and the police belong to two different departments. However, after Liu Jun moved out of his grandfather as a backer, the middle-aged man dispelled his doubts. If he did a good job in this matter, his career was promising.

Seeing that his hand was about to reach out, Ye Hetu frowned. He Changfeng, who was standing beside him, was instructed and immediately took action. He grabbed the middle-aged man and went out of the door and threw it out. The group of subordinates who followed him were frightened. They not to mention the title of the director of a district public security bureau of a middle-aged man, but only the fat body of nearly 200 catties of middle-aged men. , was caught by He Changfeng with one hand and threw it out. No one dared to grab Ye Hetu. Visionary people have seen that Ye Hetu is not afraid to make a big deal. There must be a backer behind him. Fighting with him will only make them sacrifice into cannon fodder. One person slips away. The others are not willing to lag behind. For a while, Liu Jun called a helper. All the numbers slipped, and Liu Jun, with a pale face, didn't know what he was thinking at this moment.

"You are cruel, let's wait and see." Liu Jun, who was determined to leave with hatred, said a word and wanted to call Yan Yan beside him to leave.

Ye Hetu did not stop Liu Jun from leaving. He Changfeng was too lazy to take care of Liu Jun. A little P child who grew up in a greenhouse could not pose a threat to them at all. If he called his parents, grandparents and others, it would not be as simple as today.

If people don't offend me, I don't offend me. Ye Hetu believes in this rule. If you can provoke me, I can be lazy to argue with you, but if you annoy me, things will not be easy to do.

The Vatican is an example. Even if the Sun King, the head of the Holy Order, was still killed by Ye Hetu in a chase, the dark history that the whole Vatican did not want to mention was promoted by Ye Hetu.

"Do you still want me to show you my courage?" Ye Hetu grinned and said that Zhao Shidao was not a fool and would not understand Ye Hetu's intention to do this.

"No, I personally apologize to you on behalf of my fourth uncle, that is, Zhao Qijun." Zhao Shidao dares to act and can take the initiative to apologize to Ye Hetu without his identity. Zhao Shidao's self-restraint is not low.

Ye Hetu's smile did not diminish. It seemed that Zhao Shidao's approach made him very happy.

"If nothing happens, I'll leave first." Zhao Shidao put down the teacup, and the bottom of the cup was full of sweat from the palm of his hand.

Ye Hetu nodded. Zhao Shidao got up and slowly walked out of the door of the teahouse. His footsteps were very light and stable. He did not look back all the way. Ye Hetu looked at Zhao Shidao's back, slowly restrained his cynical smile, and changed into a calm face. He Changfeng looked at Ye Hetu and knew what the master was thinking.

This Zhao Shidao is not simple. Should I go down or sit in the mountains to watch the tiger fight? When Ye Hetu came, he guessed how Zhao Shidao, who met, would point out his position to himself. As a result, it could be said that it was reasonable and unexpected, he simply apologized and left a chess piece. He didn't know that Agagantuo, who was treated as a gunman, was still silent in two popular events. Even if Agagantuo did not disturb him, Zhao Shidao would set the trap in other ways.

In this game, the outcome is undecided.

"Let's go." Ye Hetu, who took a big sip of tea, said that no matter how good the tea is, he can never drink the charm of wine. Although the book mentions that "the fragrance of books does not need flowers, and there is no need wine for tea", the masters outside world have always been the masters outside the world. How can they understand different charms if they do not enter the world? Ye Hetu does not admit that he is a master of the world and does not agree with the peerless masters. Hand's words, these words are nonsense to coax ghosts. If you want to define yourself, Ye Hetu believes that talent in temperament is the most appropriate.

"Where are you going?" Agaganto asked curiously.

Ye Hetu did not answer, and He Changfeng next to him gave an answer.

"Forbidden City."

"What's so interesting about the Forbidden City?" Agaganto was reluctant to ask.

"You will know when you go there." He Changfeng knew the master's intention to go to the Forbidden City. He Changfeng witnessed the side of Ye Hetu's foreign scenery. In He Changfeng's eyes, Ye Hetu's infinite and omnipotent achievements were enough to be admired by anyone, including him.

The higher a person stands, the more lonely he is.

He Changfeng doesn't remember which book or poem he read it, but now, he thinks this sentence is the most suitable for Ye Hetu.

"How big is the Forbidden City?" Agaganto, who had nothing to do, continued to ask He Changfeng.

"Damn it again, shut your mouth." A light sentence from Ye Hetu in front of him made Agaganto firmly shut his mouth.

Three people walked out of the door of the teahouse. Before taking ten steps, the owner of the teahouse, who had been hiding in the background, finally took action. If he didn't move, he was amazing, and he was a big killer.

"Sir, you haven't paid for your tea yet."

Two murderous eyes targeted Agagantuo. The Solomon family member said that he was under great pressure and hurriedly ran back. He took out a pile of dollars from his pocket and threw them into the teahouse owner. The teahouse owner looked at the money and saw that they were all in unfamiliar English, but he actually refused to accept it. The teahouse owner, who had unlimited patriotism, insisted that as long as RMB, The helpless Agagantuo had to ask He Changfeng for help, and he didn't have the courage to ask Ye Hetu to pay him for tea.

He Changfeng took out a stack of RMB and handed it to the owner of the teahouse, and the latter rushed back to continue his business. Then He Changfeng stared at Agagan Tuo maliciously.

"Five."

"A piece."

"Four."

"Two."

"It's a deal."

An unequal transaction was completed under the pain of Agaganto. He took out a box of best cigars from the bottom of his clothes, which was the kind that Ye Hetu had smoked. If the old man in India knew that his cigars he had hidden for many years had been quietly stolen by Agaganto, he would have to spit out at least half a catty of blood. If he still knew that it was priceless. Two cigars were exchanged for hundreds of yuan by He Changfeng, and he had to spit out another half a catty.