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1072. Chapter 1072 Mr. An, who knows me!

After leaving Yuzhuxuan, Zhao Xiaohan came to the vicinity of Wangfujing.

Also coming with him were A Niu and Zhao Zilong.

The two of them didn't know the reason why Zhao Xiaohan came to Wangfujing, but they didn't ask. Since Zhao Xiaohan brought them here, he had his own intentions.

However, Zhao Xiaohan did not take them to do anything important. Instead, he found a nearby coffee shop and sat in. After the three people sat down, Zhao Xiaohan raised his head and glanced at the two people and said: "I want to

A latte, what do you two drink?"

"Uh, Brother Han, you didn't bring us here specifically to drink coffee, right?" A Niu glanced at Zhao Xiaohan with some surprise. After hearing A Niu's words, Zhao Xiaohan smiled and said, "Why, no

Do you like it? If you don’t like this cafe, I can take you to Starbucks.”

"It's not that I don't like it." A Niu coughed and said, "I just don't understand why you brought us here to drink coffee?"

"You'll understand later." After the words fell, Zhao Xiaohan waved to the waiter and said: "Waiter, three cups of latte."

Within a few minutes, three cups of latte had been delivered.

Picking up the cup, Zhao Xiaohan took a sip of coffee and looked at a singer playing guitar in the corner. In cafes, there are often some busking singers who come to play and sing. Cafes will not pay them.

, everything depends on the guests' volition. If their singing can impress the guests, then their income will be quite considerable at the end of the day.

"The setting sun on the horizon once again reflected my face and my restless heart."

"What kind of place is this? It's still so desolate, and the endless journey is so long."

"You are my woman in the vast sea of ​​people. On the road in a foreign land, every cold night, this longing is like a knife, it hurts me!"

This song is "Hometown" by Xu Wei. The singer who plays the guitar has a hoarse voice, but it is very similar to Xu Wei's voice full of vicissitudes. Zhao Xiaohan has heard this song. Many years ago, he was also very fond of it.

I like it, but how can I sing the artistic conception of this song "Hometown" if I have not been tortured by life in every possible way and have not endured one knife after another in life?

Not only are thoughts like knives, but life is also like knives.

"Aniu, do you have any money with you?"

After the song ended, Zhao Xiaohan spoke softly. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Aniu nodded. Then he understood what Zhao Xiaohan meant, got up, walked to the singer, took out a hundred yuan and handed it to him.

Singer, please note that you are passing it, not throwing it.

Zhao Xiaohan was very satisfied with what A Niu did.

At least, he had initial respect for the singer.

The door of the coffee shop was pushed open again. No one paid attention to who walked in. However, that person walked in the direction of Zhao Xiaohan, and just now A Niu stood up and handed the singer a

When it was 100 yuan, it was just right for the young man who came in to see it clearly.

"Mr. An, are you here?"

Seeing the young man walking in, Zhao Xiaohan stood up with a smile. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, the young man smiled and nodded.

The young man who walked in from the door was not Mr. An, who else could he be?

"How is it? Is everything going well?" Sitting on the chair, Mr. An spoke softly. After hearing Mr. An's words, Zhao Xiaohan nodded and said: "It went very well, but I still have a little regret. No.

If we catch Xiao Yingxiong, we will be even happier this time."

"Don't be impatient. When a cat catches a mouse, it will never eat the mouse all at once. It will play with it slowly until the mouse loses interest in playing, and then it will eat the mouse."

"Why do I feel like I'm like that mouse and Xiao Yingxiong is like the cat?"

"He can't be a cat. At most, he is a smart mouse. But, no matter how smart a mouse is, can it be a cat's opponent?"

"I don't think so."

"I don't think so either."

The two of them were like playing charades, each saying something to the other. No one around them understood what they were talking about. However, when they said a few words, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but say goodbye.

He laughed. I am afraid that only the two of them would understand these lines of dialogue.

"Have you notified the people in your department? As I said, when I come back, I will treat everyone in your department to a big dinner. I don't want to be someone who breaks his word."

When he was in Chang'an City, Zhao Xiaohan once promised Mr. An that if he returned to Yanjing from Chang'an City, he would treat everyone in his department to dinner. He promised it back then, and he will do it today.

.If someone from Mr. An’s department wasn’t working overtime, how could he have identified Zhao Guizhi’s hiding place so early?

"We haven't informed you yet. Let's forget about the meal." Mr. An smiled and shook his head and said, "If you are really serious, just treat me to eat more some other time. As for the meal, I can treat them for you."

, you know, the most idle person in our security bureau is you, except for you, everyone is extremely busy."

After hearing Mr. An's words, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but laugh, but Mr. An seemed to be right. As a member of the Security Bureau, he seemed to have never been to the Security Bureau. If he is the most senior person in the Security Bureau,

The words of a leisurely person are indeed correct.

"Haha, then you mean to let me make some contribution to the Security Bureau?"

"It's up to you. If you want to make a contribution, I won't stop you. If you don't want to contribute, I won't push you."

Mr. An looked calm and unhurried, as if he had eaten Zhao Xiaohan to death. After hearing Mr. An's words, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help laughing: "If you want to say that, then I will follow you tomorrow."

Miko Matsushita went to make peace."

"Haha, you won't. Even if you don't look at it from the perspective of the Security Bureau, you won't make peace with Matsushita Miko. No Chinese can allow an archipelago to dominate China.

Fu, no Chinese can accept it, let alone you, Zhao Xiaohan?"

"Then you will accept me?"

After the words fell, Zhao Xiaohan raised his eyebrows and looked at Mr. An opposite him. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Mr. An smiled and said: "Haha, I'm not sure about you, I just know you too well. Even if

If I don't mention it, will you let Matsushita Miko gain a foothold in Yanjing? That's not your character, right?"

"Haha, the one who knows me is Mr. An!"

As he spoke, Zhao Xiaohan smiled and picked up the coffee beside him. After taking a sip, he raised his head, glanced at Mr. An, smiled and said: "Tonight at seven o'clock, there will be a good show for you.
Chapter completed!
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