Rebirth 1981: Kick your scumbag wife away and become rich instantly

Although Zhao Shanhe and Cong Kui had a swearing-in ceremony before getting off the bus, they would definitely fight side by side if they encountered the thief. However, what disappointed them was that no one came to trouble them until they checked in and left the station.

This inevitably makes Zhao Shanhe feel a little regretful.

For a man's friendship to really stand the test, it must have a friendship of life and death, or go to the countryside together or carry a gun together.

Such is the relationship between Zhao Shanhe and Zheng Hongbing.

Otherwise, it would be popular in society, and if they have either gone to prostitutes together, or they have fought back-to-back wars, their relationship will definitely heat up to the point of iron.

"Good brother, after I finish this matter as soon as possible, I will rush back to discuss your request. In addition, I live in the Red Star Hotel opposite the square. If you have anything, you can just come to me."

Both of them had little luggage and quickly walked to the roadside of the square. Then Cong Kui pointed to the Red Star Hotel opposite and told Zhao Shanhe.

This hotel is also a place where many people from Fengtian like to stay when they come to the capital. After all, there are many fellow villagers here, and they always take care of each other.

"Okay, after I'm done here, I'll go back to the hotel to find you. If you go back to the factory, just ask the front desk to leave a message for me. I'll go to the factory in Fengtian to find you then."

After Zhao Shanhe and Cong Kui waved goodbye, they took the bus and went straight to their destination according to the address written in their grandfather's letter.

Zhao Shanhe is still very familiar with the capital city. After coming out of Ancheng in his previous life, he has been developing in the capital city and is relatively familiar with the streets.

Now Zhao Shanhe just wants to fulfill his grandfather's last wish as soon as possible, and then rush home to talk to Song Yuanchao about hanging up. After all, the New Year is approaching, time is money, and he must race against time to make this happen.

*

Chaoyang, Hujia Hutong.

In a large courtyard house, despite the cold wind outside, the room is as warm as spring. The old man Han Xun sitting in the study is holding a black and white photo with a group photo of more than a dozen people.

Han Xun was sitting in front of these people. The people behind him were all wearing old military uniforms and stood tall and tall behind the old man to protect him.

Han Xun's withered fingers traced the faces of each person in these photos. These people were once members of his security team.

Thinking of those prosperous years and how high-spirited everyone was, the distant memories made Mr. Han Xun stare at these comrades for a long time.

Thinking of the times when they were fierce warriors, they were so heroic that they could swallow up thousands of miles, and they were injured many times in rivers of blood and mountains of blood. It was these people who risked their lives to pull themselves back from the edge of death.

In Han Xun's heart, these people were no longer his subordinates, but his half-brothers who shared life and death.

It's just that many of these people are no longer alive, and the unforgettable memory makes Han Xun miss these comrades deeply.

"Changchuan, are you okay now? Why didn't you reply to me when I wrote to you? Have you forgotten our original agreement?"

Han Xun stroked the man with a military cap and a waist as straight as a javelin with his fingers. His face and look were eighty-nine similar to Zhao Shanhe's, and murmured to himself.

"Chief, it's your lunch break now."

At this time, the middle-aged man with glasses who had been standing behind the old man looked at the clock on the wall, and reminded him extremely respectfully.

"Every day I only eat and sleep. I don't know when I close my eyes and never open them again? Alas..."

"Chief, your eightieth birthday is coming soon. I see that you are going strong and strong. The experts from the Health Bureau said that with your body and bones, there will be no problem even if you live to be more than 100 years old..."

Hearing the secretary's words, Han Xun couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, knowing that these people were comforting him.

Although he lives a leisurely life now, he had fought countless times on the battlefield amid hails of bullets and suffered countless gunshot wounds and knife wounds.

Even though medical conditions have improved now, these injuries often torture the old man, and he knows how long he can live.

It's just that there are still some things in my heart that I haven't finished yet, especially the promise I made back then, which I can't take with me into the coffin no matter what.

Han Xun gently pushed away secretary Ding Hongyi who wanted to help him, then stood up and walked slowly to the back bedroom with a cane.

*

Zhao Shanhe took a car and arrived near Chaoyang, Dongcheng, and soon found Hujia Hutong. Although Zhao Shanhe knew about this place in his previous life, he never had the chance to come. This was the resting place for retired leaders of the Red Wall in the capital.

Ordinary people are not qualified to come.

The architectural style of the entire Hujia Hutong is mainly blue bricks and black tiles, red lacquer gates, stone carved screen walls, basically gray brick walls and big red doors, retaining the typical Four-Nine City style.

Coupled with the plum blossoms, grape vines and other potted plants that can be seen everywhere inside, these scenery constitute a typical beautiful courtyard house in Sijiu City.

Zhao Shanhe felt inexplicably nervous from the moment he walked into the alley, and at the same time he was full of curiosity about his grandfather, an old friend.

Although there are no legendary sentry posts, Zhao Shanhe knows that it is loose on the outside and tight on the inside. There are snipers on duty at commanding heights everywhere, and all his actions are exposed to others' vision.

Finally arriving at House No. 11 of Hujia Hutong, Zhao Shanhe took out the envelope in his pocket again to confirm before starting to knock on the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

As the red lacquer door slowly opened, two guards were seen standing guard in the yard. One of them opened the door and asked with a scrutinizing look.

"I... are looking for Han Xun." Zhao Shanhe remembered the name on the envelope, but he never expected that it would be such a big battle?

The person I came to find actually had guards?This shows that he is definitely a high-ranking official.

Although Zhao Shanhe has lived in two lives, he has never seen such a big scene in his past life.

Now I suddenly felt that my throat was tight and I was inexplicably nervous, so I quickly explained, "I am from Ancheng, Zhao Changchuan is my grandfather, he asked me to come..."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The guard who opened the door never expected that Zhao Shanhe would call Han Xun by his first name, and his face suddenly turned cold.

Not to mention that no one in this courtyard dares to call the old man by his first name, even in Sijiu City, there are definitely only a handful of them.

However, after hearing Zhao Shanhe talk about coming from Ancheng, he winked at his companions and quickly walked towards the central hall.

Although Zhao Shanhe was usually generous, he was shocked into a cold sweat by the guard's stern look just now, and his heart was full of awe.

In Zhao Shanhe's impression, his grandfather was an old man who retired and was idle at home. He had never heard of him knowing such a prominent person?Zhao Shanhe felt in his heart that there must be a lot of mystery in his visit to Beijing.