Although the matter was settled, the owner asked the two of them to stay for dinner. In fact, Li Zhen wanted to go back to the base - at least he could get along with Kesong for a while. But although it was not affectionate, it was difficult to refuse. He could only calm down and listen to Dai Bingcheng and Ying Zhaoran chatting, and he knew a lot of inside information.

For example, the Ying family used to be the chief director of the secret service office. Even today, they still have considerable influence in this system. For example, Ying Zhaoran... is actually Zhishi of Pingyang City.

Li Zhen was really embarrassed. Not only did he not know who the governor of this province was, but he didn't even know who the Zhishi in this city was. However, no matter how he looked at it, Ying Zhaoran had no airs at all. From the past, when he mentioned Zhishi in Pingyang, the first impression that emerged in his heart was a black official car, a grand office, a slightly rich middle-aged man, and a majestic face. But now the one around him is the most ordinary uncle in his neighbor's house, with a peaceful and peaceful expression, and he can't see any momentum.

He even turned around to seek Li Zhen's opinions from time to time during the conversation, as if he had completely regarded him as a peer. But the fact seems to be the same - Ying Zhaoran is Ying Jueran's brother after all.

Li Zhen never thought that one day he would sit in the same place with Zhishi in the city where he lives and chatted, everything seemed to be just because of the changes in his body.

But he still had something to do with it - why do these people value themselves so much?

Of course, he had no reason to underestimate himself. He was never Li Zhen's style. But no matter what the facts or strength were, the reality was there.

For example, if a person has an IQ of up to 200, knows astronomy and geography, understands the changes in the world, and can easily make some earth-shaking inventions. But before being known or done earth-shaking deeds, no one will take him seriously.

People like Ying Ziyang are the parents of aristocratic families for hundreds of years, and they are in power. No matter what kind of amazing people, he must have seen many of them. He is very powerful in fighting, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a human-shaped tank. But this is not the reason why he valued himself so much, right? The imperial army has millions of regular troops, and no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible to fight against such power. Perhaps he can use that special ability to defeat Chiyou, but even if he did not appear on the battlefield at that time, the empire still has many means to culpture him - it just needs to pay a huge price.

After thinking about it, Li Zhen felt that the "treatment" he currently enjoyed was really high in specifications. Therefore, he was a little absent-minded from beginning to end. If it weren't for the family doctor who said that Ying Jue Ran fell asleep again, he would have planned to live with the friend who had lost his memory.

After an hour and a half hard in the warm room, the sky finally got dark. Li Zhen breathed a little relieved - because he was indeed hungry.

I drank cups after cup of tea, and my stomach was scraped empty. Since I couldn't escape, I might as well go to the dining table quickly. At least there was food covering my face. He just lowered his head to eat--no need to talk to them in a slight manner. That serious feeling is really uncomfortable.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.

A security officer knocked on the door, walked to Ying Zhaoran and whispered something. Ying Zhaoran looked at Dai Bingcheng and Li Zhen, and smiled apologetically: "Two, let's lose your companion."

It seemed like a housework, so the two of them didn't ask much. But just after Ying Zhaoran walked out with the security staff for more than ten minutes, the two suddenly heard someone outside shouting: "Ying Gong, Ying Gong!"

Then Ying Zhaoran shouted in a low voice: "Yuntai, calm down!"

But before Li Zhen and Dai Bingcheng could figure out what was going on, the door was pushed open with a bang.

A middle-aged man appeared at the door. He was thin, shriveled and dark, wearing a gray down jacket. If it weren't for the pair of glasses on his nose, he would have looked like a perfect farmer - but he was in sharp contrast with his name. The man seemed surprised when he saw the two people in the room, but before he could stop, he rushed in, and his mouth was still: "Ying Gong!"

Ying Zhaoran and the security guard followed closely behind. The security guard seemed to be planning to get him out, but Ying Zhaoran looked at the two guests in the room, waved his hands with a gloomy face, and sent the security guard away.

He strode to the man and pulled him up: "Yuntai, what kind of decent are you?"

"I have no choice, I really have no choice!" The man looked quite excited and waved his arms randomly, "If you don't solve it for me, I can only come to Ying Gong!"

Ying Zhaoran had to say something, but the old man had already walked out of the inner room. He stood at the look of the living room clearly and coughed heavily: "Yuntai! What a moral character!"

He said the same thing as Ying Zhaoran. But this sentence worked. The visitor suddenly became quiet, moved his mouth, and said as if he was full of grievance: "Ying Gong, I am here to beg you."

Ying Ziyang looked at Li Zhen and Dai Bingcheng and sighed slightly: "You...ah. Sit down and talk."

Seeing that the visitor finally became a little more rational, Ying Zhaoran also slowed down, sat down next to him, and introduced him: "This is Dai Bingcheng, the director of the Security Bureau of the Special Service Office. This is Li Zhen, the executive officer of the Special Service Office. This is Shen Mu, Shen Yuntai, an associate professor at Liaoji University."

Li Zhen was slightly surprised. This man didn't look like he was a scholar.

Dai Bingcheng and Li Zhen smiled and said hello to him, but Shen Mu seemed to disagree with the identities of the two people, nodded and said nothing more. This attitude would naturally not be pleasant, but neither of them showed it. He just thought that this scholar had a natural resistance to the name of the Secret Service - after all, it sounded similar to the East Factory and the West Factory in the history of the empire.

Shen Mu sat on the chair, but he seemed to be standing up at any time, looking very anxious. He was anxious and worried about gains and losses. Even Li Zhen could see that he was planning to ask Ying Ziyang for something.
Chapter completed!