Su Yang's college career was very comfortable. He was not subject to any restrictions, but also had three younger brothers following him and led him to eat all kinds of delicious food in Shanghai.

Of course, Su Yang has always treated his subordinates very well. In a few days, he used the Cangqi true qi to sort out the blocked meridians in his body and passed on the three of them a set of excellent methods to nourish qi.

After that, the third brother, who received the benefits and experienced a significant improvement in his physical condition, was even more devoted to Su Yang.

During this period, Su Yang also tried to talk to Zhao Yaer. As Ling Jianghai said, the latter completely ignored Su Yang and did not even have the most basic response, which made Su Yang very helpless.

If it were someone else, Su Yang would have a thousand ways to make the other party pay attention to him, but when facing his granddaughter in another lifetime, he was helpless.

On the rooftop of the school, the fat man Gao Ming decisively gave advice to his boss: "Zhao Yaer is the famous Wanzai Hanbing. Not to mention her classmates, even the teacher, she doesn't care much about it."

"Boss, I have an idea. You can take what you like. Her only hobby is Taekwondo. With the boss's ability, it's not just a matter of shocking the gym."

Cao Kai, who was standing beside him, said, "This is a solution, and I heard that next week, the school Taekwondo invited a Korean master of the sixth Belt in the black belt to guide the students. It is said that that guy is a great man who has won awards in international competitions. He is known as the youngest black belt master in Korea. If our boss competes with him..."

“Yes, \u6c

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a1 Wrong, little girls like men with powerful strength!” Ling Jianghai added with his experience of picking up girls that he realized at a young age.

Su Yang thought for a while, and although he did not fully agree, he also felt that this was a way to enter Zhao Yaer's life circle. He nodded and said, "I will go and have a look next week."

On the weekend, Xiao Wei went to Hangzhou to take pictures of the outdoor scene. Su Yang was thinking and headed to Hengshan Road again. This time, the warrior who was standing guard at the door of the villa actually greeted Su Yang in with joy. It was obviously the result of the leader in the villa taking care of him.

As soon as the white-haired old man saw Su Yang, he couldn't wait to pull him into the study and said, "I have studied the word you wrote last time for several days, and finally found some tricks. Then I wrote a few words, look."

Su Yang didn't disappoint him. He looked at the words at his desk for a while, nodded and said, "It seems that you are also a person who survived from the sea of ​​corpses and blood. These words are slightly insufficient in their brushwork, but their brushwork has already achieved a small success, which is OK."

If someone else commented like this, the old man would definitely not like it. However, after seeing Su Yang's calligraphy, the old man regarded his calligraphy level as a master's level. He said happily when he heard this: "Of course, for eight years of the Anti-Japanese War, three years of civil war, and more than a hundred major and large battles, my old bones have a thousand lives."

After hearing this, Su Yang's favor for the old man increased a little. He always respected those who had saved the country from danger, and has never changed since ancient times.

"My friend is here this time, may I want to give me a few words to exchange for a meal?"

The old man was obviously in a very good mood and made a joke for the first time. Even the name of Su Yang was changed to "Little Friend". If this scene was seen by people who knew the old man's identity, it would be shocking.

You should know that the old man in front of him is a founding father-in-class figure. Although he has retired, his children are all in the military and political circles. If this old man gets angry and plays a bad temper, even the central government will have a headache.

From Su Yang's perspective, he did not care about the other party's status at all. Because he respected the old man's iron-blooded experience of saving the country from danger, he reluctantly accepted the title of "Little Friend" and turned the topic to his purpose here, "I want to go to the East China Sanatorium."

"Oh, that's true, I'll take you there. Anyway, I haven't visited my old comrades for a while."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh, "To be honest, I'm very curious, why are you looking for me, an old comrade-in-arms at such a young age?"

"You will know when you go." Su Yang smiled slightly, with a very profound look.

Ten minutes later, a military jeep drove to the front of the villa, and the guard Xiao Dong drove the car, while another middle-aged man in a black suit and sunglasses sat in the passenger seat, and then the old man got in the car, and Su Yang was not polite and sat in the back row with the old man.

After getting on the bus, Su Yang said with great interest: "Old man, your bodyguard has good skills in the inner family, and he is better than you."

When the old man was young, he practiced internal martial arts with a boxer for several years, and he never abandoned his body until he was old. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to maintain such agility when he was at his age.

Regarding these, only a few old comrades who had a close relationship with the old man and the people around him knew about it, but Su Yang said it was pointed out by a word. However, when Su Yang used a reference to write the word "kill" on the rosewood table, the old man felt relieved.

He smiled faintly and said, "Of course my old bones cannot be compared with young people. Xiao Liu can rank among the top ten in Zhongnanhai bodyguards. He is so strong that he can kill a big bull with one palm, I can't compare to him."

The middle-aged man called Xiao Liu by the old man turned around and nodded when he heard the old man mention him. Although he was wearing sunglasses, Su Yang could keenly feel the burning eyes of the other party focusing on him.

"Your Shaolin Vajra Fist has not yet achieved great success, and I'm afraid it's still far from the realm of boxing Zen. However, in this year, your internal skills are already done."

Su Yang's understatement made the other party shocked. He didn't dare to underestimate Su Yang, but he could see through his cultivation at a glance.

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Lin Da Vajra Fist can better express the four words "Fist Zen is like one" that symbolizes the highest level of this boxing technique. This vision alone is already very impressive.

The old man also noticed Xiao Liu's expression and became more and more unable to see through Su Yang. He said in amazement: "I said, my friend, your skills are really too terrifying. I really don't know who taught you this."

Su Yang smiled without saying a word, and said in his heart, if I say it was from the Evil Emperor Cult at the end of the Sui Dynasty, can you believe it?

Less than two hours away, Xiao Dong had already driven into the East China Sanatorium, which was a specialized sanitation institution for state cadres. The access control was strict, but for the elderly, there was no obstruction and they were traveling smoothly.

After all, no one of the staff here would be so open that they could not recognize the military license plate hanging in front and behind the jeep.

The sanatorium is huge, and it opens all the way to the innermost, and a small red building with inconspicuous appearance is imprinted in your eyes.

After the car stopped, a man over 50 years old and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses stepped forward and opened the car door.

"Mr. Zhou, you didn't inform me before you came. I can arrange someone to pick you up."

The dean of the sanatorium opened the door for the old man. This was not the first time he had arrived quickly to greet the old man because of the sudden visit.

"If you have anything to notify, I don't like those special treatments. I just miss my old comrade-in-arms. I will bring a friend over to see him."

After getting off the car, the old man said carelessly: "You go and do your business, don't hello, it's not the first time I've come back. I know how to leave."

The dean was obviously well aware of the old leader's temper, and responded and laughed apologized: "This is not true. If you come here, how can I not treat you well?"

"Okay, if you are happy, please accompany me. I'll go see my old comrades first." The old man took the lead, and Su Yang followed closely behind, looking at the layout in the small building curiously.

I have to admit that although the appearance is very mediocre, the decoration and decoration in this small Red Mansion is luxurious and has all kinds of facilities. Even a five-star hotel is hard to match.

"This is the chief building, and people who live here are almost all old guys who have lived until now in the Anti-Japanese War." Old Zhou explained to Su Yang: "I really don't know what these kids think. They make it so luxurious. Anyway, I can't live in such places."

Up to the third floor, Xiao Dong and Xiao Liu stopped in front of the building, and the dean accompanied Mr. Zhou and Su Yang into a spacious and bright ward.

In front of the hospital bed, two beautiful young nurses were standing in front of them, and an old man with an old eyes closed, wearing a respirator and an electrocardiogram, looking like he was living in a near future.

Seeing the dean enter the door, the two young nurses quickly stood up to meet him. At Mr. Zhou's instructions, the dean asked the two to withdraw from the ward.

"How is the situation recently?" Old Zhou looked at his old comrade-in-arms on the hospital bed and asked sadly.

"I am trying a new drug. General Lu is very determined. Although he is still unconscious, I believe that he has never given up and there is still hope."

"The last time I saw him awake, it was half a year ago. You always said there was hope, but why didn't you see any results?" Zhou Laowei said angrily.

"Old leader, don't be angry." The dean said sweating on his forehead: "General Lu's stroke is quite serious, and our hospital has been working hard."

"Okay, okay, don't tell me about these false things. You go out first. I want to sit alone with my old comrades-in-arms." Old Zhou waved his hand, and the dean walked out the door tactfully, and finally looked at Su Yang, who was looking at the old man on the hospital bed.

"He is with me, don't worry, just go out." Mr. Zhou said again.

When the door was closed, Mr. Zhou sat blankly beside the hospital bed, sighing, "I said, "Old guy, you can't admit defeat! I'm still waiting to get drunk with you. As long as you open your eyes, the two bottles of 52-year-old Feitian Moutai hidden in my house will give you the."

"He is the real owner of that villa, his surname is Lu?" Su Yang also walked to the bedside.

Upon hearing this, thinking that Su Yang was still there, Mr. Zhou calmed down and shook his head and sighed: "I want to take you to try my luck. See if my old comrade can wake up for a while, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

"It's okay, with me here, it's not difficult to wake him up." Su Yang had already identified the old man on the sickbed as the one he was looking for.

"What?" Old Zhou stared at him and said in surprise.
Chapter completed!