The Boeing plane passed through the clouds and landed steadily at the airport in Nanchuan Province.
The beautiful stewardess Xiaowen opened the door and was startled by the sight in front of her.
Dozens of domestically produced Tiger military vehicles were parked on the tarmac, and a group of soldiers stood neatly on both sides of the red carpet with serious expressions.
Most of these military officers are over fifty years old. The gold stars on their epaulettes are shining brightly. The lowest military rank is senior colonel, and there are two lieutenant generals among them.
Dozens of soldiers stood together silently, exuding a unique atmosphere.
Passengers walked cautiously in front of these soldiers. When they arrived at the terminal, they still looked back curiously.
An old man in his seventies finally stepped off the plane with the support of a young man. When these soldiers saw the old man, they could not restrain their excitement.
"Hello, Chief!" the leading lieutenant general shouted a slogan, and dozens of people saluted in unison.
The old man returned a standard military salute, then got into a Tiger military vehicle and drove away.
"God, what kind of big shot is this?"
"To be able to keep so many generals waiting, this old man must not be simple."
The passengers witnessed this shocking scene and talked a lot - Fang Ming, who was sitting next to his grandfather in a military car headed by him, felt his heart surge and could not calm down for a long time.
This is an age of impetuousness and hustle, and what is most lacking in such an age is true love. But the moment his grandfather got off the plane, Fang Ming felt something violently hit his chest, and he almost shed tears on the spot.
Comrades, only those who have experienced the test of life and death, blood and fire, can remain unchanged for decades.
A military salute and a period of waiting witnessed the old man's passionate youth.
The car drove smoothly. A middle-aged man in the front passenger seat looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Old chief, you have rarely come to Yanjing for so many years. I will accompany you for a good tour."
Acropolis, garrison commander of Yanjing Military Region, subordinate of the old man.
"Xiaowei, your formation is too big. As a retired old man, I don't need this."
"Yes, yes, I will definitely correct it next time." Wei Cheng said with a careful smile.
The car sped along and arrived at the Yanjing Military Region Garrison Headquarters.
There were three large round tables in the luxurious hall. Acropolis respectfully supported the old man and asked him to take a seat. The other generals took their seats one by one, and Fang Ming sat next to his grandfather.
None of the dozens of senior generals spoke, and the gathering of soldiers was so solemn and solemn.
Fang Zhen raised his glass: "Drink."
The old man drank it up first, and the others followed suit.
After all, he is an elderly person. After the old man drinks the first cup, Fang Ming will drink the rest.
Regarding Fang Ming, the old man only said lightly: "This is my grandson Fang Ming. He has the final say in the Fang family's affairs now."
The people present here are all fierce soldiers, and they didn't take young Fang Ming seriously at first.
Fang Ming was neither humble nor arrogant, and he would never refuse a drink. His innate Qi skills had reached a certain level, and he could directly dissolve the wine. The amazing strength he displayed shocked everyone present.
After the banquet was over, the old man went to the backyard to rest, leaving only Fang Ming and a group of senior generals in the living room.
Once the old man left, the atmosphere became much livelier.
Fang Ming drank with these generals and drank until twelve o'clock in the evening.
Before leaving, Wei Cheng's steps were already staggering. He patted Fang Ming on the shoulder and said, "Good brother, you have a really good drinking capacity."
When Ai Cheng said this, his eyes shone with approval. He was impressed by the young man's awe-inspiring and overwhelming momentum displayed in the wine shop.
"This is my grandson, and he has the final say on the Fang family's affairs now." Wei Cheng always remembered the old man's words.
A twenty-six-year-old young man bravely took up the burden of the family after his father's death, not to mention gaining the old man's complete trust. This sentence alone is enough to explain everything.
After seeing off all the old man's subordinates, Fang Ming also returned to his room to rest.
Early the next morning, the old man took the Acropolis car to visit his old friend, Xu Tingshan, the former Premier of the State Council and now a member of the Central Advisory Commission.
This is the main purpose of the old man coming to Yanjing. As for these old subordinates, the old man said that when people are old, they should also meet their old brothers. Otherwise, the old man will never drink that drink with his indifferent personality.
With nothing to do, Fang Ming went to the backyard to practice boxing.
Autumn in Yanjing is not like Nanchuan. Autumn in Northern China is like a beautiful woman with bright eyes and good eyesight. Even if it is bleak, it still reveals a bit of brightness.
The maple leaves are as red as fire, and the clear sky is as blue as the sea.
Fang Ming exhaled and punched.
He uses the Tiger-Crane Double Shape Boxing, which is a type of Hong Boxing. It has the strength of a tiger and the agility and elegance of a crane.
The punches came out like the wind, and people followed the punches. After one punch, Fang Ming felt refreshed.
"Good boxing skills!" A young officer stood at the arch and clapped his hands in praise.
The officer is only in his early thirties, with two stripes and three stars on his shoulders, which is particularly eye-catching.
To be promoted to colonel at such a young age, a young officer is by no means an ordinary person.
Fang Ming stood still and looked at the officer calmly, exuding a calm aura like a mountain.
Only then did the young officer realize that he was being a little presumptuous, so he took the initiative to introduce: "My name is Wen Renjie, and you are Fang Ming?"
"I am." Fang Ming nodded, recalling these three words carefully.
Wen Renjie, the son of Wen Zhen, commander of the Twelfth Army Group. Wen Zhen was also present when we were drinking last night, but his son was not seen.
It is really inconvenient for these young men to have the old man present. In such a gathering of stars and comrades, it will not be pleasant to have an extra irrelevant person drinking.
You should drink wine with people who are passionate. Comrades who have experienced life and death can drink water as strong as blood.
Wen Renjie came to see him to find out.
"Hello." Fang Ming took the initiative to reach out and shook Wen Renjie's hand.
The strong force was transmitted from Wen Renjie's hand, Fang Ming sneered, and the innate Qigong broke out of his body, and his palm became thick and soft, like a ball of cotton.
Wen Renjie's hand was on the cotton, and all his strength had failed. When he was shocked, a strong force suddenly came over him. This force was so strong, it was like a steel whip hitting his hand.
Wen Renjie involuntarily took half a step back to dispel the violent force.
With his heart beating wildly, Wen Renjie looked at the young man opposite him in shock.
He raised his hands to the sky, with a smile on his lips, but still showed the majesty of a superior.
Fang Ming, the current head of the Fang family, truly deserves his reputation!
"What a handsome kungfu." Wen Renjie praised him. As a child from a military family, his speech was not as arrogant as a child from an official family. This compliment was truly from the bottom of his heart.
Fang Ming smiled faintly, turned his head back and said, "There is another dear friend outside, let's come in together."
"Okay!" With the word "good", a figure flashed in from the door.
He is dressed in military uniform, full of heroic spirit, and is a colonel officer.
Gu Changhe, whose father Gu Yu is the commander of the 38th Group Army.
After some pleasantries, Gu Changhe suggested going to a fun place.
Is it fun? Fang Ming had already guessed a little bit, but he didn't reveal it and followed Gu Changhe into the jeep.
The car sped through the military area and soon arrived at the shooting range.
Several soldiers were loading ammunition. When they saw Gu Changhe, they immediately stood up and saluted.
"Can you play with guns?" Gu Changhe looked at Fang Ming with provocation in his eyes.
Military children admire martial arts. If they want to be famous among the young men in the military circles in Beijing, they must come up with something useful.
Gu Changhe said it was fun, but it was just another test.
Fang Ming glanced at the table, which contained Colt, Beretta and other famous guns. His eyes quickly passed over these guns, and Fang Ming picked up the last pistol.
Gu Changhe chose a Beretta pistol. When he saw the gun in Fang Ming's hand, he couldn't help but be shocked.
Fang Ming chose a Desert Eagle. This pistol has a large caliber and is so powerful that it can pierce an elk within two hundred meters.
Gu Changhe sneered: "Although the Desert Eagle is famous, it is not suitable for equipping troops. This is why it cannot be included in the top ten famous guns in the world."
Fang Ming also smiled, with a hint of meaning in the corners of his eyes: "Existence is reasonable. The battlefield is not just a choice."
After speaking, Fang Ming made a gesture of invitation.
Gu Changhe raised his gun, supported his arm, and fired.
Ten shots were fired in a row, and except for one with 9 rings, the others were all 9.5 or above.
After Gu Changhe finished the fight, Wen Renjie walked up to Fang Ming and asked, "Would you like a different gun?"
The recoil of the Desert Eagle is large, and the grip of the pistol is also large. People with weaker strength will not be able to withstand the strong recoil, and the shooting accuracy will naturally be inferior.
Hearing Renjie's kindness, Fang Ming shook his head, his eyes firm and persistent: "It's not a famous gun, but it can still kill people."
Fang Ming raised his gun with one hand and fired.
The sound of the gunfire dissipated, and Fang Ming slowly blew away the smoke from the gun, with a relaxed attitude.
"Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings----"
A series of ten rings echoed throughout the shooting range, and Gu Changhe's face turned ugly.
Using the Desert Eagle to hit ten ten rings, what kind of wrist strength and vision is required? Even if this kid practiced it from his mother's womb, he would not be able to practice it so accurately.
The shock subsided and admiration emerged spontaneously.
Soldiers admire the true strong. When the gunshots died down, Fang Ming completely conquered the two military talents.
After that, the conversation became relaxed and easy. Wen Renjie and Gu Changhe talked about some interesting anecdotes in the military world. Fang Ming just smiled, listened quietly, and absorbed the information that was beneficial to him.
The majority of the day was spent leisurely and comfortably, and Fang Ming's relationship with the two of them invisibly took a step forward.
Wen Renjie and Gu Changhe came to see him and were willing to accept them.
This is how China is, everyone has their own circle, and only by entering this circle can you make a difference.
Nanchuan Province is just a corner of the southwest, and the battle with Shi Wenzhong will ultimately affect the capital, which is the key to victory or defeat.
After chatting, there was drinking, and Fang Ming drank happily.
Drinking is a special kind of communication, especially drinking with soldiers, and there should be no pretense.
The drinking lasted until ten o'clock in the evening. When Fang Ming returned to his residence, the old man was sitting on a chair drinking tea.