Mr. Chen spoke with fervor and assurance while Qiao Ling stood to my right, nodding and chuckling from time to time.
As for the two fierce 'protectors', they stood behind Mr. Chen like two statues. They didn't move, but their gazes were vigilant and their postures were straight. They looked valiant and formidable.
After drinking the cup of tea, I sweated a lot. Speaking of which, it was strange. No matter how nervous I was, there shouldn't be so much cold sweat, right?
I looked at Mr. Chen again. His face was covered in a layer of light and moisture. In fact, the temperature in this room wasn't high. How could drinking a cup of tea make you sweat like this?
Mr. Chen seemed to see my embarrassment. He first asked Qiao Ling to make me another cup of tea. Then, he explained with a smile, "Don't worry, this tea has the effect of removing sweat. It clears the blood, relieves the sweat, and relaxes the tendons. These are the special effects of this tea."
I nodded and couldn't help but praise, "So that's how it is!"
I took the opportunity to pick up a napkin from the tea table and wiped my forehead. I had to say, it felt cool and comfortable.
However, we sat for a long time, but Mr. Chen still didn't get to the point.
I tried to get to the point a few times, but Mr. Chen changed the topic again.
Helpless, I could only let it go. However, the doubts in my heart grew deeper and deeper. I kept thinking about what he said just now. Director Chen, why were you drinking tea with him?
But the more I thought about it, the more confused I became.
Mr. Chen put one hand on the tea table and tapped the huge jade ring on his middle finger on the table. He asked me, "I heard from Instructor Qiao that you're her senior, right?"
I was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You can say that."
Mr. Chen nodded and said, "Instructor Qiao is the pillar of Heavenly Dragon. Don't underestimate her because she's a woman, she's skilled in both the pen and the sword.
None of the other instructors can compare to her. "
I agreed, "Yes, yes.
I also admire Instructor Qiao. "
Mr. Chen smiled again and looked at Qiao Ling. He said to her, "Qiao Ling, in your opinion, how does your senior brother compare to the other drillmasters?"
I was stunned again. What did Mr. Chen mean?
He heard Qiao Ling very respectfully reply, "It's better than that.
Mr. Zhao is a capable person. If you join Sky Dragon, we will be like a tiger that has grown wings. "
Mr. Chen laughed and said, "It's good to be like a tiger that has grown wings, but it's not fun to invite a wolf into the house!"
My heart skipped a beat.
Mr. Chen continued, "When the Heavenly Dragon gains wings, it also attracts wolves.
Tonight, we still have plans to kill a wolf.
Haha, I hope Mr. Zhao will come in person. "Mr. Chen looked at me, his tone becoming more and more mysterious.
I was shocked again. I felt that Mr. Chen's words were becoming more and more serious.
Moreover, every word he said seemed to have a special meaning.
I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. I wondered if the 'wolf' Mr. Chen was talking about was referring to me.
It was a mess. It was all a mess.
The mysterious Mr. Chen was too unpredictable.
However, what happened next was even more unexpected.
Mr. Chen suddenly sent Qiao Ling and the two men in black away. Only the two of us were left in the room.
After a moment of silence, he slightly moved his lips and looked straight at me. He smiled and said, "Zhao Long, I know your background!"
Hearing that, I was dumbfounded!
To be exact, at this moment, I was confused by Mr. Chen's words.
He suddenly mentioned Director Qiao and said that he knew my background. What was his intention?
Was the 'wolf' he was talking about really referring to me?
I tried to hide my nervousness and smiled at Mr. Chen. "Mr. Chen, you must be joking. What background could I have?
If Mr. Chen thinks that I'm inviting a wolf into the house by joining Heavenly Dragon, then there's no need for us to continue this conversation. "
Mr. Chen slightly waved his hand and said, "It seems that you're also an impatient person!
I won't do something like inviting a wolf into the house.
If I knew that you were a wolf, then I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you.
Then you might not be in this world anymore, haha. "Mr. Chen said and confidently took another sip of tea.
This time, he was drinking, not tasting.
I frowned and said, "But Mr. Chen, you're beating around the bush. Every word you say is filled with murderous intent. I'm not used to it."
Mr. Chen smiled and said, "Is there?
Haha, even if there is, it's not directed at you. Why are you afraid? "
I pretended to be calm and asked in return, "Then what do you mean by saying that you know my background?"
Mr. Chen gently tapped the table with the jade ring on his middle finger. He smacked his lips and said, "Haha, Zhao Long, you misunderstood me again!
I have a habit. If I'm going to put someone in an important position, I'll spare no effort to investigate their background. It can't be helped, it's my principle.
In today's society, there are too many deceitful things, and it's hard to guard against them.
That's why before I use someone, I'll first learn about that person's past and use it to plan their future.
You used to be a soldier, and not just any soldier. "Mr. Chen looked at me tentatively and the corner of his mouth curved into a mysterious smile.
I let out a sigh of relief. So that's what Mr. Chen meant by 'background.'
This cunning old fox!
He knows how to use people's minds to see through things. Fortunately, I didn't lose my composure, otherwise he would have seen through me.
Amidst the calm conversation, there was a murderous atmosphere in the air.
Perhaps it was at this moment that I fully understood some of Director You's intentions.
In fact, Director You knows a lot about the organization, but he hasn't revealed much to me since I started on the mission. At first, I blamed Director You for assigning me a mission, but not telling me the opponent's situation.
It wasn't until this moment that I realized that the more I knew, the more passive I would be when facing this cunning old fox.
It was like I had a guilty conscience. Mr. Chen, who knows how to read minds, could always throw out a few words to test me. If I already knew too much about the organization, then my expression and thoughts would betray me in front of Mr. Chen.
Therefore, to a certain extent, the less I knew about the organization, the calmer I would be, and the better I would be able to deal with his continuous tests.
It's just that I've been thinking, what is the relationship between Director You and Mr. Chen?
Is Mr. Chen deliberately throwing out a card to test me, or is there another reason?
I looked at Mr. Chen calmly and corrected his words to a certain extent, "There is no difference between high and low in the military. There are no ordinary soldiers, and there are no special soldiers."
Mr. Chen smiled and said, "Wrong!
Of course, the other troops can't be compared to the National Guard of the Central Secret Service!
The Central Secret Service is China's trump card army, and the direct internal guards of the country's leader. Of course, it has its unique points. "
I wasn't surprised by this, but continued to explain my different point of view to Mr. Chen, "The term 'direct internal guards' was used by the Kuomintang in the past.
In the current China army, every soldier and every troop has their own responsibilities and missions. We are the same as our comrades in other troops. The only difference is the division of work, but there is no difference in superiority or inferiority. "
Mr. Chen said, "I didn't expect you to be so stubborn even after retiring from the military for so long.
Alright, Secretary Zhao, as for the topic of high and low in the military, we'll talk about it later.
How about this, let me verify your situation first. "
I was stunned for a moment. He called me Secretary Zhao?
But I still took the opportunity to be quiet for a moment, then smiled at Mr. Chen and said, "Mr. Chen, you should just call me Zhao Long. I'm not Secretary Zhao anymore. That scar has become who I am, it has become my eternal scar."
Mr. Chen said, "I've heard about your scars and I've heard about them.
How about this, I'll verify your situation first, and then I'll introduce myself to you. It'll be easier for us to work together in the future if we get to know each other better. "
I smiled and said, "Is this like an interview?"
Mr. Chen burst into laughter. "You really know how to joke.
I'm not hiring you. When it comes to talents, Heavenly Dragon doesn't hire them, but 'invite' them! "
The word 'invite' in Mr. Chen's words had a profound meaning and made me think deeply.
But I couldn't help but admire this seemingly approachable expert who hid his murderous intent in his words.
That pair of wise and farsighted eyes of his was always unfathomable.
I said, "Mr. Chen, you're too courteous!"
Mr. Chen smiled and said, "As far as I know, before you retired, you were an ace guard in the Secret Service. Not only did you have excellent skills, but you also had a wise mind that others could only dream of.
The most enviable thing was that you had a beautiful girlfriend called You Meng.
You Meng was the dream lover of all the officers and soldiers in the Secret Service. You had angelic beauty and a lively personality that made everyone fall head over heels for you.
Of course, the most important thing was that she was the daughter of the Director of the Secret Service.
You prospered in the Secret Service, and showed your skills in the international arena many times. You made great contributions to China's Secret Service.
But later, something that shouldn't have happened happened between you and a princess of Japan. It caused a huge uproar, and the Bureau decided to transfer you.
But you, perhaps because you felt wronged, you didn't accept the government's charity and chose to choose a career on your own. You came out and became an ordinary security guard, determined to use your strengths and make a difference.
That's why we're sitting together now, and what happened later. "
Mr. Chen gave me a concise summary and looked at me with a special expression. He was still tapping the jade ring on his middle finger on the table, making a confident and loud sound.