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It's also a sunny day, but the sunny day after the storm often makes people feel especially lovely.

After returning to the company early in the morning, I found that my work was much less. The proposals and contracts handed over to him by the four direct secretaries can be submitted to Han Ziye for signature after a while. The confidentiality, safety, 6S, etc. The transactional work is divided by the following executive secretaries, and the model R&D log, risk and financial reports are assigned to Peter and the others.The most work he did was to make coffee for Han Ziye, make tea, make sandwiches, lunch, afternoon tea, he began to ask for a variety of tricks, and he only wanted freshly made.One day I actually wanted to eat freshly baked dim sum. After running around in the early morning, I was easily hungry. Uncle Zhong would come to deliver soup at noon, and stared at him to eat up the ingredients in it.

He hardly had time to sit in front of the computer, and was flanked by those tedious "big cousins" and "big cousins", and gradually became unfamiliar with the keyboard.

After lunch, Fang Ya would escort him to the lounge for an afternoon nap. In the morning, he felt uncomfortable with the leisure and refused to go. Fang Ya stood at the door of the lounge, neither saying a word nor leaving.In the morning, I had to accept my fate.

In the middle of autumn, he had put on a lot of weight. Not only did he grow back the flesh he lost during the illness, but he also gained a few extra pounds. His overall complexion also improved a lot, his cheeks became radiant again, and the corners of his lips were light red. Still looks very young.All traces of violence disappeared completely, as if it had never happened, but the hearing in the left ear was raised by two hearing thresholds, because it was caused by trauma, so it is irreversible, but he has gradually become accustomed to listening to something. The face on the right is turned slightly to allow for better hearing.

Every time Ziye sees his action, he feels uncontrollable irritability, but he can't find the source of this irritability.

After that incident, she didn't see Shuya again in the early morning, Shuya didn't look for him again, and he didn't do what was entrusted to him.

After the summer passed, Han Ziye began to bring dawn into the social circle.

There are three channels for the entire precision business, foreign buyers, the military, and a small number of domestic buyers.Han Tieyi had been firmly in control of the military line until it was handed over to Ziye.Domestic buyers are generally more secretive, those with a more ambiguous attitude from the cabinet usually deal in secret, and those with a clearer attitude from the cabinet, Han Tieyi generally controls them very tightly.

Among the foreign buyers, the Middle East is the largest customer. This line is firmly held by Han Zirong, followed by Eastern Europe. Eastern Europe is an emerging buyer. Before Peter went to find out the bottom line, Han Ziye was very sure.

In order to prevent Han Hua and his son from being afraid, he is not in a hurry to touch the Middle East, but starts by holding the inherent relationship in his hands.In fact, he had thought that if Han Hua and his son did not touch the bottom line, he would be willing to take care of all the people in his family's business.

He and Qingchen became the focus of attention almost as soon as they stepped into the social circle. After all, the two handsome and young people attracted more attention than the bald and fat middle-aged politicians and businessmen.

Han Ziye has broad shoulders and narrow waist, thick arms and a pair of extraordinarily long legs, no matter what kind of dress they hold up properly.

His demeanor is chic and elegant.A pair of sword eyebrows are heroic, and the end of the deep phoenix eyes sweeps to the temples. When he is not smiling, he is a bit cold, but when he smiles, it makes people feel like a spring breeze.

In the morning, he will always follow him like a shadow, with a snow-white face, jet-black hair, and pupils like obsidian in a cold pool.The dress perfectly outlines the slender waist and straight legs. The buttons of the shirt and the collar tightly wrap the neck tightly, which has a kind of ascetic beauty. His attitude is as steady as a candle in a clean room, motionless, but shining glow.

Han Ziye almost immediately became a popular candidate for husband and son-in-law. Even in the early morning, he asked many people to inquire. However, Han Ziye did not have a mother and sisters in the social circle to be a bridge, and several cousins ​​​​had never been close to him. No matter how daring the ladies are, it's not easy to walk up to people and say that I or my daughter have taken a fancy to you, so that the outside becomes a hot pot of porridge, and the two inside don't even realize it.

The Ministry of the Interior sent a letter to interview high-level precision officials, and Han Ziye took Han Zirong and Qingchen to go.

The Minister of Defense had a long private conversation with the three of them in the reception room, and the lunch was postponed directly to afternoon tea.

Putting down official business on the dining table, the Minister of Defense persisted in the fork and said: "Young Fengqing is better than the voice of the old Feng. Lao Han must be very relieved to see your brothers so young and promising." He raised the champagne as he spoke.

Ziye and Zirong stood up holding cups in both hands, and gave in. Ziye said modestly, "It's not because of the support and help of the elders. Our children's family will only cause trouble. I hope it hasn't brought you any trouble."

The Minister of Defense laughed loudly: "You have a sweet mouth, kid. Speaking of which, at the banquet in the palace last time, my wife and daughters were full of praise for you when they went back." He pointed with the fork in his hand. Qingchen stood quietly behind Ziye: "You little brother is not simple, he was born with such a small appearance, and my little daughter keeps pestering me, she wants me to introduce you."

Hearing this, Han Zirong stood up, grabbed Qingchen's right hand, and stuffed the glass of champagne he had drunk into Qingchen's hand, "It's rare for adults to praise you, hurry up and have a drink with adults!"

Before the words were finished, Ziye turned around, took the glass of wine down and put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Han Zirong, showing an invincible smile: "On the way here, he had to stop to buy ice cream, and he acted like a human being outside. , jumping up and down at home, making a lot of trouble, I hope to let him get a girlfriend to take care of him quickly, who knows that he is so focused on it like a child."

He looked back at Han Zirong, the smile on his face remained unchanged, "Last time I took a sip of wine secretly, it's terrible, the few people who were drinking wildly couldn't control it, and hurt myself, and when I woke up the next day, I asked who beat me he."

The Minister of Defense shook his head and laughed loudly when he heard the words. Even Han Zirong laughed along with him. In the early morning, he just lowered his head and pretended to be shy.

The Minister of Defense's mission was accomplished, and Ziye also took the opportunity to ask for favorable conditions.

After dinner, he said goodbye, Han Zirong went back to the company, Ziye checked the time and said he had other things to go out, got in the car but ordered to go home directly.On the way, he asked about tomorrow's itinerary, and told him to call home early in the morning to prepare meals.

When he got home, he went upstairs to have a video conference with Peter and the others, saying that he was not hungry anymore, and he just asked to bring coffee up.It was only early in the morning that he realized that this meal was prepared for him. He was full of energy to practice Tai Chi with the Minister of Defense, but he still thought that he hadn’t eaten lunch. He was dizzy with a sudden sense of great happiness, and he sat on the chair as if wandering, chicken soup Drink almost all of it up your nose.

There is no way, he is just so worthless, as long as he treats himself a little bit better, that little bit of kindness will melt away his whole heart, just like a drop of ink dripping into water, the whole glass of water will be the color of ink.

Looking in the direction of the study upstairs in the early morning, I thought to myself: "You don't have to be nice to me, I'm already willing to die for you."

In the vacation home on Prince Edward Island, Hong Tu was reading the morning newspaper with one leg propped up on the sofa, squinting his eyes and smoking a cigarette.Han Yi was washing the breakfast dishes in the kitchen, preparing to test the ingredients for the cake.

Hong Tu answered the phone and walked to the door of the kitchen, "Hmm, him? His son is in power now, and he has long since ignored the affairs there. Is Hun Baiqing doing anything? You want such a big deal?"

Han Yi pointed at himself with a finger dipped in detergent, mouthing: "Me?"

Hong Tu was listening to the phone, and the cigarette flicked in the air. "Hmph! It takes so much trouble to deal with him? You try it first, if it doesn't work, I'll walk you from here."

He cut off the phone and said, "Xiao Lei wants to buy some rocket launchers."

Han Yi was stunned: "Is the underworld fighting so intense now?"

Hong Tu walked over to wipe the splashed water on his face, "I guess it's not easy to buy in China now, do you want to tell your son?"

Han Yi sneered: "Me? He still thinks that I forced He Huan to death, and he hates me to death. If I don't say it, I can still try it. If I say it, I will definitely smash it." He thought for a while, "Hmph, just relying on Xiaolei is your nephew, so I can't buy it."

He lowered his head and continued to wash the dishes. After thinking for a while, he suddenly raised his head and said, "I remember that I took the same class as him in the early morning, firearms, and they were the only two who got A+. They shouldn't know each other, right? The doorway in the morning is more likely."

Hong Tu nodded and turned to send the email.

Hong Lei is the young master of the Hong Gang. His uncle gave up his inheritance rights in order to stay with his lover and went away to a foreign country. His father was plotted against by his closest subordinates. He was ordered to enter Aquis in the same year as Han Ziye.If Han Ziye is the darling under the spotlight and the spiritual leader of the academy, then Hong Lei is the king in the dark world.The two worlds of black and white keep their borders, and the well water does not violate the river water, which is the result of two people deliberately maintaining peace.

He took the same firearms class as Qingchen. He has held guns since he was a child, so his knowledge of firearms is of course not a problem. Every gun hits a hundred shots, and the other students are simply beyond the reach.He was amazed that a small, quiet boy could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.He originally planned to show his face at the beginning of the class, skip the rest of the class, and just wait for the exam to get a score, but he didn't expect that the boy shot seven ten rings the first time he touched a gun, which aroused his interest, and he Decided to go to every class to find out the bottom line of this young man.

Shooting a gun in the early morning is entirely due to his many years of experience in holding a paintbrush and chisel. In addition, he has a calm temper and a calm mind. The first time he touched a gun, he felt that it was very suitable. He shot a few shots steadily. The brush strokes are eerily similar, making him feel comfortable, at ease, and even serene.

He looked at his outstretched right hand and the gun in his right hand in surprise. Could it be that he was born to hold a gun?

He turned around and found a boy staring at him with thoughtful eyes. The man was very tall and strong, with thick, bristly hair standing on his forehead, and a very handsome face, but his uniform was messed up, the neckline was ripped open, and the tie Hanging dangling on it, the coat is naked, and the strong arms are exposed under the rolled-up shirt sleeves.

The boy came over and took the gun from him, "The teacher taught you how to shoot a target, and I'll teach you how to shoot people." He raised his arms, stretching his muscles, forming very nice lines.He didn't take aim, but changed his shot while walking, fired five shots in a row, and hit five targets, almost all of them were in the tenth ring.

The bystanders whistled and applauded, and stood aside in the early morning. He walked back and asked him: "What's your name? Whose family is it?"

Qingchen thought for a while and answered: "I am the assistant of the young master of the Han family, and my name is Qingchen." He withdrew his last name because he didn't know how to explain to others that he was only an assistant, but his surname was Han.

After that, Hong Lei stayed with Han Qingchen in the firearms class. The teacher explained each firearm on the top, and Qingchen drew the pictures of the parts on the bottom and wrote the characteristics on the side. He felt stupid. In fact, he was 14 years old. He has only been in contact with art, and every skill he knows is useless in Aquis.Every course he is studying now is a huge challenge for him. He can only take notes desperately, and then go back to the dormitory to digest it desperately.

And Hong Lei idly leaned on the chair and watched his paintings, sometimes pointing with his fingers, "The rifling position is wrong, from here, turn right." Or "There is a groove missing here, you hit the needle head From where?"

Every time he shoots a target, Hong Lei sits firmly on the first throne, and he is always second in the morning. Later, he hits nine bullseyes almost every time, but every time one of them must fall outside the tenth ring.

Hong Lei sneered, trying to hide his clumsiness, but his acting skills were not good enough.

Both of them are very few words, even in the early morning, they can not say a word for a whole day, and they don't have any friendship after class.After the firearms class, they hardly met each other again. They met on campus a few times. They were like strangers, and neither of them looked at each other.