Chapter 390 Change your face again!

Mr. Liao's body rotated quickly in the air. He wanted to adjust his body, but his hand was too strong, like a thousand pounds. After trying several times, it ended in failure!

Losing has become a foreground, and shame will also become a fact. The key is how he will lose. Although the sudden surprise of the other party caught him off guard, he still kept his mind and knew that the place where he said he was going to land was the twenty-four steps. If his head landed, he was afraid of a chance to be humiliating. No, even if it landed in other places, he thought that he would not get out of bed without three or five months. He thought that his kung fu was also famous in this big country. Although he also heard that Yuan Dongshan and Ma Yongzhen were subdued by the boy, he thought that he could only blame the two guys for their poor strength, especially Yuan. Dongshan, he has long wanted to learn from him, and even teach the other party a lesson, so that the killer can restrain himself.

Now it seems that it is not that the other party's strength is not good, but that the other party's kung fu is too strong. The two fight, but they are defeated without ten rounds under him. This has to be said to be the greatest shame in his life. When did he lose so miserably and so embarrassed? In the face of the opponent's counterattack, there is no trace. The power of the backhand.

At this time, he suddenly felt a cold wind chasing him from behind. In his heart, his feet were caught by life!

"Wing!"

But the man who heard it shouted, and the poor Mr. Liao's body was involuntarily controlled by others again and fell to the ground. But it stood there and swayed for a few times before standing firmly!

When he calmed down, he saw that the person who saved him in front of him was nothing else, but Du Haisheng!

"This..."

At this time, Mr. Liao's face was ashamed and flushed, and his whole face was hot and roasted. I didn't know how to face the person in front of me. I wanted to say something, but I took it back to my mouth.

Thinking about how ridiculous he was just now, he looked disapproving of the other party, but he didn't expect that Du Haisheng didn't care about the past and saved him. He thought he was not as good as this!

"Mr. Liao's skills are really extraordinary. If he is not too careless, I'm afraid the boy will be defeated. He really won a fluke and ask for advice!"

Du Haisheng ignored the expression in the other party's eyes and smiled, which was very humble.

"This..."

His words made Mr. Liao feel ashamed. Obviously, the other party was saying good things for himself and didn't want to embarrass himself in front of everyone. In addition to his gratitude, he was a little more admiration. His provocative words just now, if he met a narrow-minded and sinister person, don't say save himself, just I'm afraid I'll be happy to watch myself go to see the king of the night!

"Mr. Du, you are good at kung fu. I am convinced that I have lost. I have nothing to say. Even my heart and character have lost together. Being able to fight with you today will be the greatest honor and precious memory of my life. I thought that my kung fu has been done. Today, I fought with you, but I knew that I was like This is arrogant! Calm down, calm down!"

With that, he smiled and walked to the front of Jiang Zhong. He hugged his fist and said, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Liao is not talented. He can't bear the heavy responsibility of protecting you. Let's leave first!" Atonement!"

"Mr. Du, one day, I hope we can meet again. Maybe one day I will visit Shanghai. At that time, I hope to have a glass of wine! I'd like to ask you for advice!"

When Du Haisheng heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then smiled indifferently and said, "If Mr. Liao can come, it will be my honor for someone Du. Naturally, I will be good at wine and hospitality!"

"Thank you!"

Mr. Liao nodded heavily, his eyes full of gratitude and appreciation. Looking at everyone, he held his fist, and his lonely and lonely figure disappeared in the rainy night...

Du Haisheng looked at his distant back and felt a feeling. It's easy to kill a person, but it's actually so simple to persify a person with his own actions! It's nothing more than a sentence, an action, an expression!

He doesn't want to kill people, but there are too many people looking for death in the world!

"Mr. Jiang, can I leave?"

Mr. Liao's back has completely disappeared. Du Haisheng withdrew his eyes, looked at Jiang Zhongzheng, who was a little embarrassed in front of him, and asked again with a little joke and a little joke.

At this moment, a man in military uniform came out, looked at Du Haisheng, came to Jiang Zhongzheng, and whispered, "President, have I ever seen this boy?"

"Uh...where is it?"

When Jiang Zhong heard this, he raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

"A few days ago, I attended Fu Zihao's birthday party on behalf of the military, and this boy was on the list, and..."

The man whispered in his ear, and Jiang Zhongzheng's expression also changed again and again. Finally, his eyebrows were locked, his face was solemn, and he looked worried.

But he secretly glanced at Du Haisheng, with an inexplicable look in his eyes. After a moment, he came over again, but he seemed to have changed into a person, with a smile all over his face, although he looked very hypocritical and reluctant.

"Mr. Du, you are a businessman, a businessman. As long as you have interests, you can talk about everything. What happened just now is pure misunderstanding. It's just a misunderstanding. There is a lot of neglect. Please invite inside!"

"Uh!"

For Jiang Zhongzheng's 180-degree attitude, Du Haisheng did not show a particularly surprised expression, but answered, smiled, and followed Jiang Zhongzheng to the presidential palace.

The decoration of the presidential palace is extremely luxurious and luxurious. The finances of the Republic of China is so difficult, but I didn't expect that the decoration here is comparable to the White House in the United States, which shocked him.

He Jiang is still like this, not to mention the soldiers in those places, the warlords, the warlords led by Yan Xishan and Zhang Zuolin, and the private villas and office space built are not much worse than this presidential palace. The people, the people, who cares about their lives, as long as these old men are under the buttocks. The position can be stable and enjoy the glory and wealth. What does the life and death of the people have to do with them?

Du Haisheng thought to himself and shook his head secretly. When he first entered the hall, Jiang Zhongzheng's men were busy with their own affairs. Even if some people thought that Du Haisheng was a dangerous person and worried about the safety of Jiang Gong, he was stared back by Jiang Zhongzheng's stern eyes. He knew in his heart that if The other party wanted to take his own life. When he was outside just now, his head had already moved home.

This young man is extraordinary, ruthless, unruly, and has his own standard of distinguishing things, but one thing is that through the observation just now, Jiang Zhongzheng has gradually mastered it. He is a person who cares the overall situation and knows the general situation, and will never do it for his own interests. And who put the interests of the whole people of the Republic of China aside and dealt with the iron-blooded 18th army is not the army of more than 400,000, but the withdrawal and march of him. It's just a matter of his Jiang's words. As soon as he dies, although the 400,000 troops have their own commanders, they can't escape the bad luck of disintegrating, but once that The whole Republic of China will also fall into a scuffle!

Obviously, the young man in front of him also knows that the iron-blooded 18th Army is important, his head is more important, and the life and death of the people of the Republic of China are the most important in his heart!

Song Meiling originally wanted to enter together, but she was also stopped by Jiang Zhongzheng. Song Ziwen, he, Du Haisheng, and three people entered a very wide and brightly lit room and sat down. Du Haisheng glanced at it, but saw that the room was simple and simple. Compared with the magnificentness that had just entered the hall, it was It is much simpler. There are several wall lamps hanging on the snow-white wall and a large round chandelier in the middle. His own head is hung in the middle. There are several famous calligraphy and paintings. There is no desk, no bookcase, only the leather sofa under their buttocks. There is nothing else.

Du Haisheng does not object to celebrity calligraphy and painting. Even in the bedroom of his apartment, there are several calligraphy and paintings of Zheng Banqiao and others. This is a kind of taste and personal hobby!

"Mr. Jiang, today's welcome scene is too enthusiastic, which makes me a little flattered. This is still my friend. If you are an ordinary person and want to see you, the president, it is a little more difficult than that Shu Dao. How can you hear the real thoughts and opinions in the hearts of the people? The feeling is good, but it can be ignored by the world!"

Song Ziwen, who had never spoken before, sat down at this time, with a little dissatisfaction and anger in his eyes. A cold smile flashed on his face, and his words were full of jokes and jokes.

He saw what happened just now and didn't stop him. Naturally, he had his ideas and plans. He still knew something about Du Haisheng's kung fu. With these people in front of him, he was not his opponent at all. If he wanted to kill them, it was like exploring things. At this time, he just wanted to show Du Haisheng himself. The opportunity of strength makes the group of self-righteous people in front of him see what real strength and strength are, and he also firmly believes that Du Haisheng will never do any physical harm to his brother-in-law, the president of the Republic of China.

At this moment, the remaining three people are reasonable. He has no reason to continue to save face for Jiang Zhongzheng. Naturally, he will also come out to make an official voice. Otherwise, he can't explain the past...