"Well, Brother Hong," Zhou Xuan didn't know how to explain, so he thought for a moment and said, "Brother Hong, I have some secrets I haven't told you..."
Wei Haihong immediately laughed and said, "Since it's a secret, then let's not talk about it. Everyone has secrets, even the closest of relationships, like fathers and sons, brothers and spouses, have secrets that can't be shared. Hehe, brother, you seem to really dislike those two Japanese guys from M? You didn't even want Lawrence's high price, that's obvious, everyone can see it, but the stuff is genuine, so there's nothing more to say!"
What Zhou Xuan admired most about Wei Haihong was his magnanimity. Ordinary people have a deep and strong desire to explore secrets. Perhaps even he himself would want to find out if there were any secrets in front of him. For example, his own superpowered golden stone. If he didn't want to find out the secret, why would he have gone to the sinkhole and the Yin River with Fu Ying and risked his life?
"Brother Hong, that Japanese guy Ito who's been with Fujimoto this time was working for the person who hired me. Midway through, Ito almost killed me, though I survived. But that little devil is a real scoundrel, and I can't help but want revenge!"
Wei Haihong patted Zhou Xuan on the shoulder and said coldly, "Brother, if that's the case, then there's nothing more to say. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let him go so easily. I have some connections in America. Since he's your enemy, he's my enemy too!"
Zhou Xuan quickly waved his hand and said, "Brother Hong, let's just let this go. Those two Japanese lost thirty million US dollars this time. I don't think they're as rich as Lawrence. This is enough to hurt them. We just need to be careful about their retaliation later. Also, Brother Hong, I didn't think of it and used your account. I'm afraid I've dragged you into their resentment too!"
Wei Haihong chuckled and said, "Brother, there's no need for that. Let me tell you now, our Wei family, hehe, is a standard old red family. Even though my father is retired, a word he says still carries the weight of thunder." Hehe, that's getting off-topic. But let me tell you, those people from F will never bring these things into the open, and they don't have the power or influence. Privately, hehe, what can they do to me? Let's not talk about it, brother. Don't worry, no one can bully you, and with your peaceful and honest personality, you wouldn't provoke anyone!"
Wei Haihong said a lot, then stared at Zhou Xuan and asked, "Brother, Xiaoqing," he said, glancing at Wei Xiaoqing in the inner room. He lowered his voice, "Xiaoqing's leg, you did it, didn't you?" "Yes!" Zhou Xuan didn't hide anything and admitted it directly, "Brother Hong, Xiaoqing is your family, so she's like my family. If I could do it, what's there to say? It's just that she doesn't know I secretly tampered with it, so Brother Hong doesn't need to bring it up!"
Wei Haihong smiled, patted Zhou Xuan on the shoulder, and said nothing more.
Wei Haihong did know that Zhou Xuan had many inexplicable secrets, but he also absolutely admired him and considered him a worthy friend. People are just strange. As the saying goes, "Even if you don't know something about someone you like, you'll still believe them."
That's how Wei Haihong treated Ran Xuan.
Moreover, he is increasingly surprised by Zhou Xuan. Before, he only thought that Zhou Xuan was lucky, simple, and a sentimental young man. But now he feels that Zhou Xuan is not ordinary. He is still the same simple and good person, but there are more strange and surprising things about him. He wonders how many things he has yet to see about Zhou Xuan!
Around 5 p.m., the three of them picked up their luggage and headed to New York Airport. Wei Xiaoqing also lost many of her beloved things because she couldn't take them with her. She also returned the apartment, and naturally, her studies were left unresolved.
Her family, in general, didn't care about her studies. Besides, the art academy wasn't a well-known school.
After the plane took off, Zhou Xuan felt as if he were in a dream. The person he was a month ago and the person he was today seemed to be completely different. Although he was still the same person and the same name, his heart was no longer the same! The plane arrived in Beijing in about twenty hours.
The flight attendants notified all passengers half an hour before landing.
When Zhou Xuan woke up, he saw that Wei Haihong and Wei Xiaoqing were both rubbing their eyes, obviously having been woken up from their sleep.
Look at the time, it's 1:45.
Hmm, it's midday. Zhou Xuan thought to himself, then looked outside the plane and saw that it was pitch black. He suddenly realized that he had to change the time zone!
This is China, not the United States. It's a little past 1 p.m. in New York, but by the time I get back to China it will be a little past 1 a.m., which is late at night.
Before leaving New York, Zhou Xuan overheard Wei Haihong making a phone call home to inform his family about his boarding time and possible arrival time, probably to ask his family to pick him up at the airport.
The plane shook slightly; it had landed.
After taking the bus from the airport to the waiting hall, Zhou Xuanjue's usually lively and energetic Wei Xiaoqing fell silent and dazed. Perhaps it was because she was nervous about returning home, or perhaps she was worried about her grandfather's illness.
Zhou Xuan felt a pang of pity and took her suitcase from her. He pulled two of them himself, and Wei Xiaoqing, as if oblivious, let go of his hands and continued walking blankly.
Wei Haihong walked in front, and Zhou Xuan lagged behind after exiting the departure hall and checking in. Wei Xiaoqing's suitcase was so heavy it felt like a rock, and Zhou Xuan struggled to drag it, panting and sweating profusely, before finally getting through the check-in.
In the hall, several men surrounded Wei Haihong. Zhou Xuan recognized two of them; they were the same men he had met in Chongqi before. One was Achang, and he didn't know the name of the other, but he recognized him.
Upon seeing Zhou Xuan, Achang quickly stepped forward, raised his hand in a standard military salute, and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhou!"
Then she took the suitcase from Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan was exhausted. He felt a refreshing lightness as he released his grip and smiled, saying, "Hello, Mr. Achang, it's nice to see you again!"
Achang and his group of four or five were all dressed in civilian clothes, but Zhou Xuan was certain they were professional soldiers; their lean and strong aura was something that street thugs could not possess.
Although Achang wasn't close to Zhou Xuan, he was moved by the fact that Zhou Xuan had risked his life to save Wei Haihong. Although they didn't talk much, he showed enthusiasm and sincerity as soon as they met.
Gaining the sincerity of these elite professional soldiers is no easy feat. They can be described as cold-blooded and ruthless, killing without hesitation during missions. Yet, in their daily lives, they are incredibly loyal to their comrades and family, willing to die for them. Once they truly consider you a friend, they are closer than brothers, the kind of people who would risk their lives for you!
Of course, Zhou Xuan didn't actually have that kind of relationship with them, but at least A-Chang acknowledged him as a friend. People who would stand up for their friends in the most dangerous times are rare in this world. Moreover, Zhou Xuan wasn't like those specially trained soldiers; he was just an ordinary person, and he was far less capable of resisting danger than they were.
Zhou Xuan rubbed his aching fingers with his hands empty, then looked at Wei Haihong. Wei Haihong smiled and said, "Brother, let's go. Go back, take a shower, and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow morning, I'll show you around Beijing!"
Zhou Xuan chuckled and said, "Brother Hong, I intercepted you and brought you all the way to Beijing. Consider this 120 jin (60 kg) yours. You can steam or boil it as you like, but I have no choice."
Wei Haihong was surprised that Zhou Xuan could make such a joke. He laughed heartily, waved his hand, and led everyone out of the hall.
Zhou Xuan turned to look at Wei Xiaoqing beside him, only to find that she had changed into a crisp military uniform at some point. Strange, how did she change clothes in the hall?
However, Wei Xiaoqing looked quite dashing and beautiful in this military uniform.
Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Xiaoqing, when did you change into your military uniform? Hehe, you look quite imposing in it, you really look the part!"
Volume One: The First Signs of Growth, Chapter Fifty-Three: Twin Sisters
Fluorine Qi remained silent with a cold expression. Zhou Fu scratched his head. Dan Jue smiled but said nothing, while Wei Haihong chuckled even more.
Zhou Xuan felt like he was acting like a fool. Wei Haihong pointed behind him and said, "Brother, look behind you."
Zhou Xuan turned around, and behind him stood a girl biting her lip, a slight smile on her face. She was dressed in shoulder-length black jeans, a white T-shirt, and white sneakers. Who else could it be but the lively and spirited Wei Xiaoqing?
What about Wei Xiaoqing, who was wearing a military uniform?
Zhou Xuan turned his head to look again, and then looked back. He felt a little dizzy, as if he were looking in a mirror. There were two girls with identical faces, but their clothes and expressions were different!
Zhou Xuan immediately realized that Wei Xiaoqing was the one behind him, and the one in military uniform must be her sister, otherwise they couldn't possibly look so alike. They were almost identical; without looking at their clothes, it was impossible to tell them apart.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Zhou Xuan quickly took a few steps forward, distancing himself from her.
Wei Haihong smiled slightly and said, "Brother, this is also my niece, Xiaoqing's twin sister, named Xiaoyu. She is a soldier!" After saying that, his face turned somber again, and he asked someone next to him in a low voice.
Zhou Xuan vaguely heard that they were asking about the old man's condition. Then, seeing Wei Haihong's expression become even more somber and his brows furrowed into a deep frown, he knew that the old man's condition must be quite serious.
There were three cars that came to pick up the three of them. They were all Mercedes-Benzes. In Zhou Xuan's current view, for someone like Wei Haihong, a few Mercedes-Benzes were quite ordinary. Just think about his Bugatti Veyron.