Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The thunderous applause lasted for a long time.

There were even many reporters from newspapers who took a lot of photos of He Daqing.

There will be one more piece of news tomorrow, if miracles can have colors.

Wow, this lyric sounds fresh and fits the current main theme, so cool.

As soon as He Daqing stepped down from the stage, people came to chat with him one after another.

Even many well-known bigwigs shook hands with He Daqing and said hello.

He Daqing never refused anyone who offered him a toast. Whoever dared to toast him, he would drink.

Anyway, once the wine is poured into your mouth, it enters the space.

Just as He Daqing was about to return to his seat, two Russians blocked his way. It was obvious that they were there to cause trouble.

He Daqing tilted his neck, tilted the corner of his mouth, and pointed his nostrils at the two Russians.

"What do you mean? To cause trouble?"

Among them, the short old man said in Chinese:

"He Daqing, I finally found you.

Last time, at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, our maintenance personnel got drunk.

You took the opportunity to beat them up, isn't it time to settle the score?"

He Daqing smiled and straightened his middle-parted hair.

"What's the algorithm? Want to fight?

Okay, just the two of you?

If it’s not enough, I’ll fight you. Call a few more.”

The short old Russian was so angry that he jumped up and down.

"Of course we have to fight, one on one.

Let me explain it to you first so that you can die with a clear mind.

This is our GRU special forces soldier, driver Lu. "

He Daqing waved his hand.

"Don't yell at me, you're a defeated general, you don't deserve my name to be remembered.

There is an open space over there, let’s go.”

He Daqing shook his head and strode to the center of the hall.

Although driver Lu didn't understand what He Daqing said, he could tell from his expression that He Daqing didn't take him seriously at all.

As the top soldier in the GRU special forces, he has never been treated like this before.

He immediately tore off his coat and threw it to the short Russian guy.

The driver, wearing a vest, revealing his explosive muscles, walked towards He Daqing viciously.

The two of them were in the middle of the hall, and immediately attracted the attention of the crowd.

Before he could ask what was going on, driver Lu took small steps, swung his fist, and hit He Daqing in the face.

The powerful punch, coupled with the hideous smile on driver Lu's face, made the crowd's throats rise, and they all started to worry about the Qing Dynasty.

If this exploding muscle and fist with the sound of breaking through the air were to hit him, He Daqing would probably lose half his life.

He Daqing did not dare to be careless. He twisted his body and the fist passed by his ear. The wind from the fist messed up He Daqing's hair.

Driver Lu missed the target with his punch and thought to himself that it was not good. He quickly raised his left arm to receive another punch.

With his strength, he could kill the ugly flat-faced man in front of him with just one punch.

He Daqing was no pushover either. He raised his left hand and punched driver Lu Guan in the chin with his right hand.

Then he hit the driver's ribs with his knees hard. There was a "crack" and one could even hear the sound of broken ribs.

Driver Lu felt a sharp pain in his chest and bent down instinctively, and a black shadow appeared in front of him.

It was He Daqing's iron elbow that arrived and hit driver Lu Guan's nose hard.

Driver Lu's nose was bleeding and the blood was gushing into the air. He fell backwards heavily and hit the ground, without any sound.

He Daqing spread his hands innocently and said a few words casually to everyone.

“Too weak, too weak.

He said he was the top soldier in the GRU special forces, and he fell down without me even using any strength.

Does anyone know what the GRU special forces are? Is this what the King of Soldiers is? That’s all they can do…”

As soon as He Daqing finished speaking, two Russians came out and shouted at him.

"You are shameless, you launched a sneak attack, it doesn't count this time, it doesn't count.

Just wait for me, we will come find you again."

He Daqing waved his hand and ignored the Russian. He then whispered explanations to the leaders who had come over.

The big boss patted He Daqing on the shoulder.

"You did a great job, you really made our Chinese soldiers proud.

He defeated the driver in one round. What a skill! Haha..."

With the approval of the top leader, others would naturally not embarrass themselves by saying that He Daqing was destroying the friendship between China and the Soviet Union.

Finally returning to the dinner table, He Daqing hurriedly ate a few bites to fill his stomach.

The food at this state banquet was, to be honest, just average.

At least for He Daqing, that’s the case. The dishes he cooks himself are the most delicious.

Old Zhao, who was standing by, nudged He Daqing with his arm.

"Lao He, you are quite skilled.

The GRU special forces are all top-notch fighters, and you actually beat their best soldier to the ground."

He Daqing continued to pick up dishes, looking nonchalant.

"Well, that's him. I'm not bragging, I can beat ten of them."

Old Zhao nodded, moved closer to He Daqing, and whispered:

"Lao He, I want to ask you a favor."

"What's the matter? Just tell me, don't be so hesitant, Old Zhao.

Learn more from Lao Li and be more manly. "

Old Zhao ignored He Daqing's complaints and said to himself:

"It's about my university teacher. I can't really explain what it is. It's confidential.

If a scientific expedition team comes to you in a few days, I hope you can consider joining them.

I believe that with your abilities, He Daqing, you will definitely be able to help them."

He Daqing nodded.

"Okay, we'll see what happens then.

By the way, when will you return to Korea?

Three days later?

That's great, everyone, listen to me, come to the Red Star Steel Mill tomorrow.

I invited my comrades to dinner and drinks, and we ate meat and drank wine with big mouthfuls.

Believe me, it’s definitely more refreshing than eating here…”

The next day, ten large tables were set up outside the small canteen of the Security Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

There were five earthen stoves made of mud, and the aroma of meat cooking in large pots filled the air.

He Daqing happily introduced what was cooking in the pot to his comrades.

"I, He Daqing, am risking my life. I will make three years' salary today in one day.

See the five big pots? Pork, beef, mutton, chicken, duck, I'll make sure you guys have enough to eat."

He Daqing stretched out his hand and gestured to a pot of pork.

"Especially this pot of braised pork. I, He Daqing, personally prepared the soup. It's so delicious that you'll bite your tongue off."

Sha Zhu in front of the pot looked at He Daqing boasting happily, and then looked at He Daqing's outstretched hands, waving them.

Sha Zhu's wise eyes rolled, and he scooped a spoonful of boiling hot braised pork and poured it into He Daqing's palm.

He Daqing was bragging to his comrades when suddenly his palms felt burning hot.

When I turned around, I saw a piece of steaming, juicy braised pork in the palm of my hand.

He Yuzhu, who was holding a pot and spoon at the side, took two steps back unconsciously.

He Daqing grabbed the braised pork in his hand and smashed it hard on Sha Zhu's face, burning him so much that he screamed.

Damn it, Shazhu, today, you are not my son, He Daqing.

If you dare to call me dad in front of my comrades today, I will beat you to death.

However, what are you afraid of?

The fool shouted:

"Dad, why did you hit me..."