Rarely affectionate

The concert will be held at the City Music Hall.I don't know how Yuan Cheng found out about it. Even Lang Bai didn't know that there was a Spring Festival symphony concert to be held in the City Concert Hall today.

When they got out of the car, their feet creaked and creaked on the unfinished snow.The sun shone warmly on the treetops and eaves, glowing bright golden, and the air was filled with a fresh smell.Lang Bai was wearing a uniform-style black thick woolen coat, inside which was his unchanging stand-up collar shirt, with his hands in his pockets.Yuan Cheng put on a dark gray woolen sweater very easily, exhaled hot white air from his mouth, and even put the coat in his hands casually.

On the way, Yuan Cheng still laughed at Lang Bai, it was too old-fashioned for him to be so serious at such a young age and put himself in a straight uniform shirt all day long.But when he saw Li Mingyu, he couldn't laugh anymore—even at a place like the New Year's concert, Li Mingyu would wear his Chinese tunic suit for thousands of years, with a deadpan expression and a meticulous look.

Li Mingyu has a compelling solemnity.Whether it's hot summer or mid-winter, he always wears that gray-blue Chinese tunic suit, buttoned up to his chin, with clear eyes, solemn face, concise and neat speech, and every pronunciation is full of a sense of power without sloppiness .It is very comfortable negotiating with him in the meeting, because he never bothers you and procrastinates, and he always makes a final decision quickly.

But it's hard to see him in entertainment because he never smiles!He always stays away from the lively atmosphere, sits alone and coldly, never booing and applauding with others.

Yuan Cheng sighed, greeted Li Mingyu, and said, "You must have a common language with my youngest son."

Li Mingyu shook hands with Lang Bai, his face was still calm: "I think so." He turned to Lang Bai and said, "I've seen you, Young Master Yuan. On the pier in New York."

Lang Bai didn't know what to think of, suddenly the brows twitched slightly.

The lights in the concert hall went out all of a sudden, Yuan Cheng happened to turn around and didn't see this scene.Li Mingyu turned sideways and asked, "Is that box of single-shot missiles still usable after soaking in water?"

Lang Bai's face really changed a bit, but it was only for a moment, and then he returned to normal: "So the seabed salvage team that night was yours."

Li Mingyu acquiesced without saying a word.

According to Lang Bai's temper, knocking over his father with the container was just to vent his grievances, he needs more substantial benefits.In Weberk?When Rosethorn caused turmoil, his subordinate Rong Qing quietly boxed some new heavy weapons and sank them into the bottom of the sea. the upper quantity.

In other words, the ammunition was silenced by Lang Bai alone.Although Yuan Cheng wanted to investigate afterwards, he had no clue - Lang Bai was originally responsible for assembling the arms, and only Lang Bai knew the exact quantity.

On the night Lang Bai was sent back from the hands of Yuan's elders, he issued an order to salvage the batch of munitions.Rong Qing, who performed this task, quickly mobilized her mobile team, but encountered another group of salvage teams during the salvage process, and a brief exchange of fire occurred at sea.

When Mo Fang heard the news and rushed to the rescue, the unidentified salvage team had already escaped in a speedboat, leaving nothing behind.Although Rong Qing and the others successfully recovered the munitions container on the seabed, the identity of those salvage teams has always been a hidden danger in Lang Bai's mind.

Who knew his secret plan and found out the location of those undersea containers?

If it was Somali pirates, Lang Bai would not be afraid at all. Although those people were fierce, they didn't have any organizational power to fight against him.If it was Yuan Xiao, it wouldn't be a big problem - after all, apart from the difference in status, Lang Bai didn't think much of his eldest brother.

But if it was Yuan Cheng's men, there would be a big problem.Yuan Cheng originally controlled his youngest son extremely, if he finds out that Lang Bai has been equipped with heavy firearms, it is unimaginable how he will ruthlessly destroy him.

This hidden danger made Lang Bai restless for a while. Although he was very calm on the surface, the anxiety in his heart made him extremely nervous.It wasn't until Yuan Cheng admitted the identity of the youngest son that he relaxed a little.After that, he was busy controlling the American branch throughout the winter, and his anxiety about the salvage team gradually faded away.

Who knew that today he got the answer from Li Mingyu, Lang Bai didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and said after a while, "Mmm...that's really embarrassing."

"It doesn't matter, and I didn't mention this matter to your father." Li Mingyu turned his gaze back to the bandstand, "I have always been friends with the Yuan family."

"...I think so too." Lang Bai sighed and said in a low voice.

They sat in adjacent seats, separated by an aisle, and then Yuan Cheng.In the surround-style symphony, it was difficult to hear the sound even through the seats, and their conversation was not at all worried that it would fall into Yuan Cheng's ears.

Besides, when Li Mingyu was speaking, he was always sitting upright, his eyes fixed on the bandstand in front of him, and his expression didn't even change at all.He has an extremely upright and solemn demeanor all over his body, few people dare to stare at him face to face.

Lang Bai suddenly asked: "I heard that the chief was a teacher at Yale before?"

Li Mingyu paused when he opened his mouth, "...well. When I was studying in the Yale Department of Politics, I used to be a part-time teacher of undergraduate courses. How do you know?"

"Professor Sherry mentioned you to me."

Li Mingyu looked at him with a little surprise: "Sherry Chai? You are also her student? I can't tell that you are also from the Department of Politics."

Lang Bai smiled, but didn't reply.

However, Li Mingyu seemed to be suddenly interested. He turned his head and asked, "How is Professor Sherry? Is her morning reading still held regularly?"

"Yes, I just went a few days ago."

"That's it..." Li Mingyu sat back, sighed softly and said, "I miss it a bit. I still have one of her books..."

His voice was suddenly submerged in the cheerful tune of the Viennese temperamental waltz. Only his lips were slightly opened and closed, but he couldn't hear what he said.In the end, I only saw him sigh slightly, and I don't know why it made people feel a little disappointed.

At the end of the concert, Yuan Cheng discovered to his surprise that Li Mingyu had a very good relationship with his youngest son.They didn't know why they had a good conversation, discussing the coffee and gray pigeons in the cafeteria of Yale University, discussing Little John?Strauss and his "Vienna Temperament Waltz" also discussed the US "Aegis" maritime defense and strike combat system, and they were still in high spirits until they left the concert hall.

Although Li Mingyu is not a talkative person, it is indeed unexpected for him to discuss topics unrelated to work with someone he met for the first time for so long.

When it was time to break up, Lang Bai even blurted out calling him senior. Although Li Mingyu happily accepted it, Yuan Cheng's expression was a little surprised.

"You don't seem like someone who misses your school days." Yuan Cheng smiled while waiting for the driver to bring the car.

"The object is specific." Li Mingyu waved to him, walking down the tall stone steps of the City Concert Hall, "I will be very happy that the next chairman of the Yuan Family Group is my junior in school, although you don't look like No such intention."

Yuan Cheng stared at his back, and sneered for a while, "Your ambition is really big enough."

"Are you trying to say that my ambitions are really big enough?" Lang Bai stood beside him and said without turning his head, "It's just that I didn't fight against him like my elder brother did. Daddy, can't you even see this? ?”

Yuan Cheng choked for a moment, and quickly pulled out the cigarette he hadn't had time to light: "What are you talking about, baby, why would Dad say that about you? You can make friends with whatever you like, Dad supports you."

Lang Bai snorted, Yuan Cheng tried to please his hand, but he threw it away.At this moment, the driver drove the car under the steps, Lang Bai walked down the steps with his head upright, Yuan Cheng quickly chased after him.

In fact, Lang Bai misunderstood, his father's phrase "the ambition is really big" was indeed not about him, but about Li Mingyu.Li Mingyu was one of the very few government-sponsored overseas students in North Korea. He returned to China after obtaining a doctorate in political science from Yale University. He first served as a personal interpreter for the country's No. [-] leader, and then worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.A few years ago, he was transferred to the General Staff, and his military rank has risen again and again. Now he has been called the "Chief General" of the military, and he can be called the top leader in the military field with an iron fist.

It stands to reason that at Li Mingyu's age, he should be satisfied with such a status.As long as there are no mistakes in his political stance, he will be able to rise again in a few years, and it is possible to become the top three big bosses.

Yuan Cheng got in touch with him at first through Wang Yi's route. Wang Yi was a classmate with him when he was studying in the United States.It is true that both of them gained huge benefits when they just started working together, but after several years of contact, Yuan Cheng began to feel that Li Mingyu was not satisfied with the status quo—not just the status quo in terms of his position and power , more of a reflection on the fate of the country.

From a certain point of view, Li Mingyu and Lang Bai's personalities are very similar, they are both examples of trying to change the surrounding environment with one person's power.What Lang Bai wanted to change was only his father and the Yuan family, but what Li Mingyu wanted to change was his poor and weak motherland.

This thought shocked Yuan Cheng. He began to gradually control his cooperation with Li Mingyu, and gradually began to reserve opinions on some military projects in Southeast Asia.

Compared with his father, Yuan Xiao's character will only be more conservative and old-fashioned. When he inherits the Yuan family in the future, he will definitely follow his father's old path, and the relationship with Li Mingyu will not make any progress.

But if Yuan Xiao is replaced by Lang Bai...

Yuan Zhui is just conservative, and Lang Bai is much more elite than Yuan Zhui.It is still unknown what kind of future the two people's ambitions will bring together!

A few days after the concert, Li Mingyu finished his official visit and was about to leave for China.The night before his departure, a young man named Mo Fang suddenly came to the hotel where he was staying and asked to see him. He said that he was the assistant of Mr. Yuan Xiaogong, and he was here to give a parting gift.

Li Mingyu was a little surprised: "You young master should know that all my diplomatic gifts will be handed over to the country."

"Yes, but it's a gift worth more than a certain amount, right?" Mo Fang smiled, and pushed forward an exquisite gift box the size of a photo frame, "Besides, the so-called handing over to the country is just a registration book, you still have right of use."

Li Mingyu did not object to his words, but took the gift box silently, opened it, and then smiled unexpectedly.

It was a book signed by Professor Sherry. It was a treatise on the export of free economy. On the title page, under the photo of Sherry Chai, it was signed "To my dearest Mr. Li Mingyu Huicun!" and other words.

It is just a book worth only a few tens of dollars. It does not need to be handed in or registered. Li Mingyu can take it home without even having to say hello to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.What's more, there is a professor's signature on it when he was a student, which is warm and appropriate. There is no gift that is more in line with Li Mingyu's interests than this.

"Please express my thanks to Young Master Yuan and Professor Sherry." Li Mingyu put down the book and stood up happily, "I will return the gift someday."

As a result, when Mo Fang conveyed Li Mingyu's meaning, not only Lang Bai was present, but Yuan Cheng was also present.Lang Bai didn't mean to avoid his father at all, he casually flipped through the book and said, "Look, I don't have any petty tricks, it's completely in line with your father's strict control, right?"

Yuan Cheng laughed, leaned over and kissed his forehead, "Yes, you are the most obedient."

Saying this sentence, there is actually a bit of a sigh.

Yuan Cheng remembered that his eldest son had given Li Mingyu a gift during a formal meeting a few years ago. Of course, as one of the important partners of the Yuan family, Yuan Xiao needed to establish a good relationship with him or even please him. his.Later, as far as Yuan Cheng knew, that gift was a small blue and white five-color tea clock worth millions, which was not only expensive but also rare in the market.But Li Mingyu just glanced at it, and handed it over to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with a blank expression.

It's not that Yuan Xiao didn't put his mind to it, but that he did it in the wrong way.Gifts that are too expensive must be registered with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Most people may keep the things after registration, but that is Li Mingyu!Li Mingyu is so honest and upright that he doesn't even need a needle from the country!

Rare porcelain worth millions is not as appealing to Lang Bai as a mere book.

Yuan Cheng stood up, pressed the top of Lang Bai's head tightly with his rough and generous palm, and then gently stroked his hair.This gift for the youngest son looks simple, but in fact it is very shrewd. If Yuan Xiao played this trick in front of his father, he would be severely reprimanded, but this is Lang Bai...

Yuan Cheng could only touch his youngest son's head, kiss him, and sigh.