Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

After rejecting Gao Shan's solicitation, he met someone unexpected again when he left Hongwutai.

Oncoming were two middle-aged men, both wearing formal suits like Gao Shan.

However, although his face was still calm, a shadow could not help but cast a shadow on his heart, as he met someone he didn't want to meet.

The second head of the Hong family, Hong Qi.

The head of the Hong family, Hong Yi.

They are not easy to get along with, especially Hong Qi is Hong Wen's father, who almost died in his hands, and Hong Bing is their brother, and he said heartbreaking things.

Who would have thought that when Hong Yi saw him from a distance, a smile would appear on Hong Yi's serious face.

"This must be little brother Zhaoyue, he is truly a hero!"

Although Hong Qi looked strange, he was barely kind.

Zhao Yue suddenly understood that this big family was really... capable of bending and stretching.

In line with the principle of reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, he nodded slightly and said, "There is no need to say more words of praise. If you two have anything to do, just talk about it now. I still have other things to do."

"..." Hong Yi was stunned for a moment, not quite used to his straightforward way of speaking, but he quickly adjusted, "Little brother, do you want to go to the Soviet Union?"

"..." Zhaoyue nodded. This is not a secret. A little investigation will tell you that Gao Shan must also know it. He probably thinks that he yearns for the life there.

After all, the most developed countries in the world now are the United States and the Soviet Union. But who knew that such a glorious alliance would come to nothing in less than three years.

"..." Hong Yi and Hong Qi looked at each other, and finally Hong Qi stood up and said, "We can provide convenience for our little brother."

“How convenient can it be?”

"The Golichina family, which occupies a position in the Soviet military, political and scientific research system, once invited Quanzi Hongwen to participate in a mysterious project. However, due to security considerations, we did not agree. If you are interested, we

You can contact me on your behalf, and you will be able to set off soon and get on the train to Moscow."

"..." He pondered for a moment, and then said, "That's troublesome."

He said goodbye to the two leaders of the Hong family and took the elevator to the surface.

"He... doesn't seem to care about Gusu's territory at all." When the elevator floor numbers started to jump, Hong Qi opened his mouth, and finally could only say dryly.

"Gusu is a famous historical city, but for Jiaolong it is just a small pool, not a place where you can stay for a long time. The same goes for Wen'er."

"...I will agree to the invitation from the Imperial Capital and send Wen'er to study at a mixed-race college." Hong Qi said this, like a deflated ball, with a depressed expression.

He once thought that Hong Wen was the best in the world, but Zhao Yue's arrival shattered his expectations. He finally realized that he would not make any progress if he stayed trapped in this small place.

Hongwen is a dragon soaring in the nine heavens, and a vast stage like the imperial capital is the right place for him, where he will meet similar people and transform and grow through competition.

If it was limited to Gusu, then he would probably be a local snake at best in this life. The most powerful local snake, he would never step past the dragon gate where he shed his scales and transformed into a dragon, because someone grabbed his hind legs.

Not only does Hong Wen need to learn how to become strong and what a leader should look like, he may also... also need to learn how to be a good father.

garden.

Just after passing through the Shikumen, the high walls cut off the noise of the streets. The shadows of the trees were dancing under the starry night. The contemptuous path under my feet extended into the distance. At the end of the road was an ancient house.

In front of the corridor, dim yellow lamps were lit silently, and Zhao Yue had a rare feeling of returning "home".

But before he could enjoy the peace, the attendant in blue who was guarding the door came over and whispered into his ear, "Two people from the Jiang family are here, saying they want to see you."

"..." He moved his lips, and finally said this coldly, "I understand."

Antique parlor.

Touching the smooth wooden handrails and smelling the subtle fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, Jiang Wu, who had been shocked all night, took a sip of tea and found it difficult to relax.

He learned that the Hong family had given up the idea of ​​expansion. Hong Wen was going to the imperial capital for further study. Although he would definitely be a stronger leader when he returned, the Hong family would probably be recalled to the imperial capital at that time. This was the rule.

And the Jiang family can safely guard their one-third of an acre of land and live the lives of wealthy locals honestly.

Although this seems very ambitious, this is the life that a small person should have. If you don't have the life to soar into the sky, you don't want to get involved in the dragon's journey of thousands of miles.

"The atmosphere of this garden is so good," Jiang Wu looked at the furnishings in the room and suddenly had a new idea.

"If you want to get one, just go and I can introduce you to a way." Mr. Jiang didn't need to guess, he knew that his second son must have some money-making ideas.

After all these ups and downs, he no longer focused so much on having all three brothers practice martial arts. He found that people who could speak well and make money were also important.

If for aristocratic families, martial arts are the foundation and the components that make up the family machine, then industry is the driving gear, and money is the lubricant and energy that makes the machine run.

Since they are all indispensable, we cannot favor one over the other. Chinese people pay attention to the golden mean in dealing with things, and balance is the best form of development.

Martial arts also have a similar philosophy. A martial artist who specializes in one field will not go far, and those with lofty ideals who can study a path to the end are not excluded.

But the paths are common, just like increasing speed will inevitably lead to improvement in physical fitness. No matter how far he can go, he is not only strong in one area, but his strength is in all aspects, but one area is particularly outstanding.

While Mr. Jiang was thinking, the door opened and Zhao Yue walked in.

Mr. Jiang immediately looked up and down. Since the last time he took a quick look, this was the first time he had the opportunity to take a closer look at this strong young man.

His long hair was disheveled, and his clothes were fluttering, showing his purity. The evening wind blew up the auspicious clouds on his sleeves, and the bright red ominous blade was pinned to his waist.

"It's true that a hero comes from a boy!" He shouted exactly the same thing when he opened his mouth, and Zhaoyue knew what he was doing.

"There is no need to say more. I will leave for the Soviet Union next and will not stay in Suzhou City for a long time."

"..." The smile on Mr. Jiang's face slowly disappeared. The feeling of being interrupted from casting a spell was really uncomfortable. There were still a lot of things he had not said in his heart, and now he had to swallow them all.

"What? Are you planning to go to the Soviet Union?" Jiang Wu discovered a blind spot.

"Are you planning to settle down?" Mr. Jiang's eyebrows were a little calm. He was a traditional old man who had killed enemies on the battlefield. What he couldn't stand the most was actually similar behavior. He thought it was tantamount to betraying the country.

"No, there are things I need there, and I want to get them, that's all."

Zhaoyue replied calmly that he had no interest in settling in the Soviet Union. As a federal country that would cease to exist within three years, there was really no need to stay for a long time.

He just wanted to find Black Swan Harbor and say something heartfelt to dear Dr. Herzog.