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After laughing, Meng Xiaodie couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Do you think I want to go see him? After all, I called him to go to the bar. Although I can choose another major to study after returning to Yale,..."

Ai Yige looked at Meng Xiaodie deeply and said slowly: "You said last night that Dai Xiaolou's family also had some connections?"

Meng Xiaodie nodded: "Well, it seems to be a leader in the city. Even Lao Liu is a lawyer who makes the police headache. When the police find out that Dai Xiaolou is the family of the city leader, I'm afraid... I know that your parents are also officials. Lao Peng's father seemed to have made notes for my father back then, but..."

Ai Yige smiled casually, thinking that if it were a few days ago, he might have been a little worried when he heard that the other party was the son of the city leader. As for what now...

"You just put your heart in your stomach with steadfast. Unless Dai Xiaolou's father wants to die, a city-level cadre can't do anything to Lao Liu. If you are willing, you can persuade Dai Xiaolou and tell him not to make trouble. All testimony is not good for him, and his family will never dare to meet Lao Liu's family."

"Oh my God, then Old Liu's father is at least a provincial and ministerial level, right? Where is your father? What is the level now?" Meng Xiaodie stuck out her tongue, but her age at her twenties showed innocence that was inconsistent with her age.

Ai Yige smiled and said, "My dad is a stinky soldier. How can he be of any level? Well, you should go back to the hotel. Although your feet are fine, you still have to rest in the hotel today. I also have to go back to change my clothes and go to the company." As he said that, he pulled Meng Xiaodie and left.

Meng Xiaodie struggled hard and asked relentlessly: "Don't fool me with this. When I went abroad, your father was the captain's commander. I'm afraid he's a general now? Oh my God, you are actually the son of a general. Why didn't I notice it much?"

Seeing Meng Xiaodie struggling under her hands, Ai Yige couldn't help but feel funny. He still carried her to the Jinling Hotel and told her the truth: "Now he is a lieutenant general, the commander of the first army of the Nanjing Military Region."

"I'm just a commander? I thought I had to be a commander, no matter how I did." Meng Xiaodie curled her lips, and was a little distracted.

Ai Yige laughed: "Silly girl, the commander is the commander, and the commander is the military leader, which is completely different. The highest commander of the military region, no matter how big or small, is called the commander, and the ranks range from colonel to general, but the rank of the commander is at least major general, and most of them are lieutenant generals. Except for the commanders of the seven major military regions higher than my father's rank, the commanders of the other military sub-districts are basically lower than my father's rank. Do you understand?" Speaking of this, Ai Yige suddenly realized that Ai Changhu's current position is so amazing? Moreover, two years later, he is almost destined to be promoted to a general, and there are only a handful of people in the country with higher ranks than his.

Meng Xiaodie was stunned when she heard this and muttered unwillingly: "Isn't the commander in the military flag a commander? Why doesn't the commander have a military force to grow up?"

"The division commander in the military flag is still a brigade commander, but the division commander and the brigade commander are not simple relationships with superiors and subordinates at all. Let alone this, I don't have time to popularize common sense of military organization for you." Ai Yige was really unintentional, mainly because he suddenly realized Ai Changhu's current status, and he was also a little surprised. Moreover, what is the significance of the First Army of the Nanjing Military Region to China? How could it be clearly stated that the position of the First Army in the World? That is the unit known as the First Army in the World!

After stuffing Meng Xiaodie back to the hotel, Ai Yige ran back home. When he pushed open the door, he happened to see Ai Changhu sitting upright in the living room, with the stable tiger still in his power.

When Ai Yige entered the door, he asked with a dark face: "Where have you gone?"

Ai Yige wiped the sweat from his head and replied carefully: "Go out and run for a while." But he was thinking in his mind that since the other Ai Yige had no power to tie a chicken, he probably wouldn't get up early to exercise. It was normal for the old man to think it was strange.

"Hmph! You will also remember to run? Judging from your appearance, it doesn't seem like you've been back from running?" Obviously, Ai Changhu did not believe it.

Ai Yige smiled reluctantly, sat opposite Ai Changhu, picked up the fried dough sticks on the table and stuffed them into his mouth: "If you believe it or not, I'll go up and take a shower, and I'll go to the company later."

Halfway through, Ai Yige suddenly remembered something, stopped and turned to Ai Changhu who was a little unhappy, and said, "Dad, I want to learn fists and kicks from Uncle Song. Please help me tell Uncle Song." Since I learned that Uncle Song is a master, Ai Yige has always had such thoughts.

"You are learning to fist?" Ai Changhu almost became petrified. What his son disliked most from childhood to adulthood was fighting and killing. When Ai Changhu was young, he even thought that this kid had been a daughter who had committed a wrong birth. Now he actually asked to learn fist and kick? "I think you should practice your body first. As soon as the wind blows, you will have to walk along the eaves when the typhoon comes."

Ai Yige curled his lips: "I forgot to tell you that I have been practicing for more than a year. Now I don't dare to say that I have wrestled my wrists with you. The sentries standing guard at the gate of the courtyard may not win me." After that, he ran upstairs, leaving behind a puzzled old man Ai Changhu.

"Xiao Song, do you think what this kid said is true or false?" Ai Changhu raised his eyes and saw Uncle Song walking in. Obviously, he heard Ai Yige's words and couldn't help asking.

Although Uncle Song is also in his forties, Xiao Song is always in Ai Changhu's mouth. So "Xiao Song" replied: "I think he has become much lighter and more solid during this period, but it seems that he has really practiced." He didn't tell the truth completely. He felt that Ai Yige's body has become much stronger, but that was only the last two days. When he went to find Ai Yige that day, he pulled Ai Yige into the car, and suddenly realized that Ai Yige was not as weak as before, and seemed to have the strength to do so.

"Oh? Is that right?" Ai Changhu lowered his head and thought, took out a cigarette, and "Xiao Song" quickly stepped forward to help the old leader point.

Ai Yige didn't think so much about it upstairs. He took a shower, changed his clothes, and ran downstairs in neat clothes. Seeing Uncle Song were there, he said hello to him.

When passing by Ai Changhu, Ai Changhu suddenly stood up and punched Ai Yige in the chest.

Ai Yige subconsciously avoided, thinking that wasn't it? Even if his father beats his son, he has never seen him like this, right? In the past, Ai Changhu hit him at best, just slapped him. How could he be almost the same as Sanda fight? Damn, how much hardship did that Ai Yige have to endure since he was a child!!
Chapter completed!