Yan Zhiguo furrowed his brows, looking like he was constipated.
In front of him was a few tables with clear tea. The teacup was facing forward, and there was a chessboard.
The young man stared at the situation and took a sip of tea. He raised his slender right hand and walked forward.
A trace of treachery flashed across Yan Zhiguo's eyes. He twirled the carriage with two fingers and smiled.
"Aiya, boring. I won again, old man! You can't do it!"
The marshal had a bitter smile on his face. How could he not know that the brat had secretly played tricks on him? However, the marshal still praised him and handed the newspaper in front of him.
"Hahahaha! My son is still the best! Come! Let's see what the outside world thinks of you!"
The young man put down his teacup, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"It's not that I want to say this, but you've already watched it 800 times. Aren't you tired?”
The marshal was overjoyed, how could he find it annoying?
After the delegation returned, the three major newspapers of the Republic of China joined forces with the small newspapers in the West City and other places to change their previous style and sing praises.
His son's performance a few days ago was outstanding. Not only did he talk decently, but he was also humorous. He also answered all kinds of difficult questions fluently.
Most of the headlines in the newspapers were full of praise. Even though there were a few articles that were more relevant, no one ignored the achievements and facts of the ban on smoking in West City.
As for the commotion at the press conference, it became a laughing stock for the people.
Ever since the report was published, the smile on the marshal's face had never stopped. The newspapers from all over the country flipped over and over again, and he could almost recite it backwards. Everyone in the residence could sense from it that the old master, who used to be awe-inspiring without anger, was now much more amiable.
The young man did not think much of this. He ate and drank as he pleased, and his days were carefree.
The marshal pretended to be gloomy and quietly hugged his son, muttering,
"Kid, recently, many people have been saying that I, Yan Laoxi, have given birth to a good son. Many rich families want to find you as their son-in-law.”
Yan Zhiguo's hand trembled as he held the teacup. The tea spurted out of his mouth.
"Don't, old man. I still have worries!”
Hearing that his son was worried, the marshal was unhappy.
"What? Who dares to bully my son! I'll chop him up!"
The young man put down his teacup and hurriedly comforted,
"That's not it. Aiyo, it's hard to explain in a few words. You'd better come with me to take a look."
The marshal's interest was piqued when he heard his son's words. The father and son hurriedly left the house.
In the car, Yan Xishan was a little shocked.
Only by seeing it with his own eyes did he know how strong it was.
"You brat, where did you get so many powerful people?”
Yan Zhiguo smiled mysteriously.
"Secret."
The marshal didn't mind that he had suffered a loss in silence. It saved him the trouble of sending people to protect his son. He said a few more words, reminding him to be careful not to reveal his wealth, and then there was no more.
The two of them soon arrived at their destination. The marshal looked at the building in front of him with some doubt.
"Why did you suddenly think of school?”
"You'll know when you go in and take a look, but you have to be mentally prepared."
Although he had doubts, the marshal still followed his son into the house.
What greeted his eyes was a white building. The exterior decoration was not extravagant, but it was enough. A few large words were printed on the courtyard door: "Militia Military Academy in the City".
As they walked further in, the scene suddenly opened up. A large square occupied a wide area, and there were only a few targets made of straw.
Strangely, there were no students or teachers on campus during the spring semester. There was not even a guard on duty. The entire academy was quiet.
As the marshal walked, his heart was filled with doubts, and his expression became more and more solemn.
Not long after, he finally saw a living person. Who knew that this person would open his mouth and curse,
"What are you doing! What was he doing! Do you know what this place is? Why are you barging in!"
Since the father and son were traveling incognito, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment only stopped outside the school. Other than Thunderous Battle and the three evil slaves, there was no one else.
The marshal's expression was ugly, and he tried his best to suppress his anger.
"What do you do? Why isn't the school teaching?!"
The young commander narrowed his eyes and quickly walked forward to slap him twice. The person opposite him wanted to resist, but Thunderous Battle stepped forward and kicked him to the ground. An evil slave came forward to punch and kick him, cursing as he hit him.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I know I was wrong, this lowly one is called Fang Nan, the academy's guard!”
Yan Zhiguo ordered the evil slave to stop. Fang Nan knelt on the ground and slapped himself left and right.
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