Chapter 38 Military Passport

Although Pan Hongsheng, who had been in pain all night, finally fell asleep, he was too lazy to count how many times he had been woken up in pain at night, but the scene of a slow and fast punching his chest flashed in his mind.

There is no sign of the position and no trace of the track. Pan Hongsheng has been recalling how he was hit again and again so far, and seems to have forgotten the premise that the other party said that it was just a defense with hegemony.

"No, you haven't practiced boxing yet. Others can see the trajectory of your boxing at a glance. If you want to have no trace, you must first forget the boxing method you used!" Looking at Pan Hongsheng practicing his fist crookedly, he almost fell several times. Xiaomei beside him frowned and taught him a lesson.

"I understand what you mean. I'll find my own feeling. You can rest and go." Pan Hongsheng frowned and thought for a while and played it again, and then said to Xiaomei, who kept chirling.

"It's true that I think about it by myself. I don't have Huashan's eloquence. I guess he won't tell you again. After all, you are his son." Xiaomei said proudly, and then walked back to the main house of the north house.

Pan Hongsheng understands the meaning of Baquan, but the control of power is indeed not in place. If you use only one-tenth of the power, I'm afraid you can really hit the Baquan perfectly, but what's the use of one-tenth of the power? It's not as good as the effect of your own full blow.

Pan Hongsheng doesn't know how he came up with this kind of abnormal grasp of power, let alone how Xiaomei practiced it. He can only sigh that the world is full of strangeness.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. Pan Hongsheng, who understands the artistic conception, took a week to slowly expand his power that can only one-tenth to one-fifth. After that, it became difficult to make more progress. Looking at Pan Hongsheng, who entered the bottleneck, Xiaomei looked impatient on the surface but was extremely shocked.

She is the only person in the world who can use domineering boxing. Naturally, she knows how difficult this kind of boxing is to practice, and Pan Hongsheng can actually be regarded as a first glimpse in just a week. It can be imagined that his achievements and talent in martial arts are absolutely comparable to his Laozi Pan Huashan.

The only difference between the two is experience and self-confidence.

A lot of furniture has been added to the yard after living in the old house for a week. There is no need to know that Pan Huashan couldn't see it and bought it. All the computers and TVs were replaced with bigger ones, and the old ones were given to the people in the village for free.

This generous behavior made a group of villagers who had been hostile to the old man and Pan Hongsheng for more than 20 years smile. They seemed to feel that they were not so abominable, but when they looked at Pan Huashan again, they had a touch of awe and doubt.

"Brother Pan, are you leaving today?"

In the east of the village, an Audi Q7 parked quietly in the shade of the trees, covered with a lot of dust for a week, and some kind-hearted villagers couldn't bear to see this violent behavior, and wiped it twice from time to time. Now it doesn't look too dirty.

Pan Hongsheng looked at the big head and the fly and sighed a little. He knew that he and the other party were completely two kinds of lives. Even if he took them out of the village, he could only be swallowed by the man-eating evil society. It's better to live in the village and marry and have children.

"Well, you son can't bear to part with me?" With a grin, Pan Hongsheng was another chestnut on the big head's forehead, turning the big head's tears straight, but he resisted.

"When will you come back, Brother Pan?" Looking at the big head being beaten, the fly asked timidly.

"Don't you guys want me to die? Is it so fucking kind to give you a microwave oven?" Pan Hongsheng laughed and scolded.

The villagers are like this. It looks like a small citizen is snobbish, but no one will have the heart to destroy this kind of outrageous simplicity. If you send my microwave oven to my house, you are a good person, and I will think about you; if you bully me, you are a bad person, and I don't want you to come back!

Is it simple? Is that enough?

There was no embarrassing fly on his face. He didn't know how to answer. He lowered his head and didn't say anything. At this time, the Audi Q7 honked the horn, and then Pan Hongsheng patted the two people on the shoulders and walked towards the car.

Quietly smoky the car, Pan Huashan touched it from his arms, and then found that Xiaomei in the back row frowned. He smiled and looked at Pan Hongsheng, who was the co-pilot, and asked, "Can you drive?"

"I will." Pan Hongsheng answered directly, as if he was still recalling the simplicity and tranquility in the village.

"You go, I'll take a break, and there will be another meeting tonight." Pan Huashan got out of the car directly and sat next to Xiaomei in the back row, and then stopped talking. Pan Hongsheng also directly from the co-pilot to the driver's seat. The car rushed out, bringing a wisp of noise to the quiet village, but it quickly dispersed.

In the Jinjiang Military Region Brigade, a young male soldier looked at an old man who was not conspicuous and obviously a veteran.

"Sir, this is not the rule. I can't help your grandson get a military passport." The male soldier is very embarrassed.

The retired old man who can live in the courtyard of the military region was at least two bars and two stars, but this military passport really can't be done, even if he has this authority.

"You should know that Chinese soldiers can't go to foreign countries. Even if they go out, they can only go abroad after the two countries know each other. Otherwise, once they are caught, it is likely to cause a dispute between the two countries." Looking at the old man looking at himself motionless, the male soldier explained again.

"How many photos?" The old man smashed it and asked.

"Ah? What photo?" The male soldier was a little confused and asked for a moment.

"Photos of applying for passports."

"Old sir, this is really not the rule, you..." The male soldier looked much more ugly.

"Are you sure you won't do it for me?" The old man, who had never changed his face, suddenly had a deficial smile on his face. He looked at the epaulettes of the male soldier and his eyes turned around and asked with a smile.

"I really can't do this. I won't fool you." The slightly uneasy male soldier said again with a sincere face, and saw that the other party nodded, turned around and took out a mobile phone from his arms. The old man shook his head helplessly.

There are too many people looking for him to do things. Can you help them one by one? In case there is a disobedient and ignorant one, once the east window is unlucky, it is still you!

I'd rather offend people than cover myself up!

The male soldier who sorted out his files again watched the old man hang up the phone and looked at himself from a distance with a smile. He muttered in his heart that he was stubborn, and then got up and was about to leave. The next moment, he saw General Hu rushing in at the door rushing towards him, and his whole face was frightened.

Fortunately, he thought that the biggest boss in the whole Jinjiang Military Region was just a male soldier passing by himself. He saw General Hu stop beside him and closed his eyes with a gray face. Then he quickly opened his eyes, saluted respectfully, and called the chief.

"What's your name?" General Hu asked angrily.

"I..."

"Oh, Lao Hu, don't argue. Let him do it for me quickly. Sure enough, you can't do this. I'm still too angry!" The old man threw the photo and a file bag on the table with a strange smile, and then blinked at the male soldier.

"It will be delivered to my serviceman in three days." Mr. Hu said with a cold face, and then suddenly put on a somewhat cramped smile and left the office with the old man in a daze.

God, who the hell is that!