Needless to say, the dangers this time are the same. In other people's territory, it is the same. As for the guards, he will bring Bai Rongfeng and Li Xiaodong; and the only think tank, Cong Mingyao, who has these people, no matter what happens, can help him share some of them.

Li Xiaodong was driving, and Song Beichuan was sitting in the co-pilot of a jeep, rolled down the window, leaning on his face with one hand, watching the sun slowly falling in the sky, and the sky also changed from dark red to blue-black. He was inevitably nervous. I was afraid that it would be difficult to have a happy meal.

It took him an hour to arrive at the Sanxing City Village. Song Beichuan got off the bus. This was the first time he had seen such a magnificent building, just like an ancient city.

At this time, the door was open, and a middle-aged man with a 30-quarter back, wearing a black dress and a bow tied around his neck. He was not tall, but his eyes were big and always looked energetic.

Judging from the people following him, this person must be the leader of Sanxing, Li Chuanggen, but his face was completely unsightly that the sadness of his younger brother's death. This person was obviously very cunning and needed to be careful.

He walked forward with the people behind him, holding Song Beichuan's hand with a smile on his face. Song Beichuan's expression was still solemn, studying what kind of person Li Chuanggen was. In the blink of an eye, he also smiled, like a match. You obviously didn't ignite it, but sparks suddenly appeared, which was so unexpected.

Li Chuanggen talked and laughed, and a lot of Korean words appeared in his mouth. Looking at his expression, Song Beichuan felt that he was a good friend he had not seen for many years, but if there was a mirror, the expression on his face was actually similar.

I saw the messenger today translator and said, "Mr. President has been looking forward to you for a long time. I was lucky enough to see you today. I didn't expect to be so young. I admire you very much. I still remember that there was an old saying in Huaqing State that heroes are young, it's true."

Song Beichuan smiled slightly and said, "So I have to learn more from Mr. Li. It's amazing to be able to build such a large city."

After hearing his translation, Li Chuanggen laughed and said, "This is not a place to talk. Let's talk first. The good wine and dishes are ready!"

The two of them walked side by side into the gloomy Sanxing City.

Following his footsteps, Song Beichuan gradually saw the life under the high wall. Every household inside lived in simple grass houses, many of the clothes on their bodies were patched, and there were often a few little girls with pigtails, hiding at home, staring at these visitors with their bright big eyes.

When Li Chuanggen saw Song Beichuan observing these people, he said, "The world is not good now, and it is not easy to build such a house. If the Japanese don't come, we still have the energy to build some beautiful houses, but it is not peaceful now, so I can only transfer this part of my energy to the military."

After hearing him, Song Beichuan nodded and did not express too much opinions, but he still remembered a sentence, which was written in the Records of the Grand Historian: See the water to know the shape, and see the people to know the governance. In this kind of apology, this kind of life is indeed good, at least it is stable and there is no need to be displaced.

However, the more you go inside, the more you see the huge difference in grades. The house gets better and better, and the people are getting redder. It is obvious that it is because of the good food, and the clothes are brighter and brighter, and they are dressed like an upper class.

Finally, when I walked to the center of the village, I saw a palace-like house. From the outside, it looked magnificent, a bit like a European-style royal palace, with various reliefs engraved on it. There was a sculpture of his own image at the main entrance. The sculpture was full of smiles, and raised one hand to appear vividly, as if waving at someone.

But Song Beichuan looked like he didn't wave his hand, but he was like using his hand to a knife and chopping a person's head.

It was obvious that it was not easy to build a house now, but he still lived in such a great palace. The gap between the rich and the poor made him sneer in his heart. He only cared about personal enjoyment. The people below lived in broken thatched houses and rotten clothes, and turned a deaf ear. Such a force was afraid that it would not last long.

Then he followed him in. When he was about to enter the house, the guards at the door stopped Bai Rongfeng and wanted him to hand over the weapon.

Seeing this, Song Beichuan really wanted to annoy this cabbage. None of these people had good results. I was afraid that in the blink of an eye, the heads of these people would be cut off. It would be a big deal. It would be difficult to end at that time, so he spoke, "If you want to kill someone, you can kill someone even with a fork."

After hearing this, Li Chuanggen smiled and said, "That's right, let it go, there is no need to restrain so much from the guests."

When the two guards at the door heard Li Chuanggen say this, they no longer stopped him. They saw that as soon as everyone walked in, the door was closed tightly. After a while, hundreds of soldiers rushed out from the corners of the street, all with guns in their hands.

One of the people with higher identities said to the soldiers: "When the cup is thrown as a signal, you will rush in together, and there will be no one living."

However, Song Beichuan also came and sent Ruan Qingyi to hide on a mountain less than 500 meters away from Sanxing City.

There were weeds around him, and leaves were tied to him, which was difficult to detect. At this time, he held a telescope in his hand and looked at the soldier who suddenly gushed out, and said to the microphone: "There is an ambush outside, please be careful."

At this time, Song Beichuan was already sitting on the chair, touching his ears inadvertently with one hand, listening to the news from the earphones stuffed in his ears, his face calmly.

A table was more than ten meters long. Li Chuanggen sat in the middle, while Song Beichuan was sitting on the left, opposite him was his translator, Li Xiaodong and Bai Rongfeng sat down one by one along Song Beichuan's side.

I saw a wide variety of dishes on the table, and some dishes from various countries were available. The crystal cups on the table were also poured into red wine by the maid next to me.

But Song Beichuan didn't have the courage to eat good wine and dishes. Who knew that in order to save trouble, this old boy directly poisoned the wine to threaten himself.

"Mr. Li Chuanggen, I wonder what to do about this time, so I need to prepare so many wines and dishes to entertain me?"

He smiled slightly, raised his glass and said, "Don't rush to talk. I'll have a drink for the first time when we meet."

He raised his glass to greet Song Beichuan. He drank all the wine glasses in a blink of an eye, expressing his sincerity, and said with a smile: "Why don't Mr. Song drink? Could it be that I can poison the wine?"

Seeing that he had drunk all, Song Beichuan said, "You are really good at joking." Then he raised his glass and started drinking.

Halfway through the drink, Li Chuanggen suddenly said, "My younger brother was killed, guess who killed it." When he said this, his eyes stared at Song Beichuan.

However, Song Beichuan was still drinking, and his expression did not change at all. However, he was unable to drink all the wine in one breath, leaving a centimeter high.

"My brother, I can't drink enough. I can only drink so much in one breath, and I hope I will forgive you." Then he said, as if he had reacted, "It's fake for me to say that I didn't know anything about Ling. I heard of it, but I heard that it was done by the Japanese?"

When Li Chuanggen spoke, his eyes were like cheetahs in the grassland, staring straight at the movement of every muscle on Song Beichuan's face. As long as there was something wrong, even if he stuttered a little, he did not hesitate and ordered people to tie him up and torture him to find out the truth.

But he was disappointed. Song Beichuan acted normally. The expression on his face was like listening to the quarrel between the neighbors. Although he was a little shocked, he looked like he was not concerned about his own affairs.

In fact, when Song Beichuan heard this sentence just now, his heart suddenly stumbled. He endured it with his strong willpower and did not reveal any flaws. After he finished speaking, he felt a little scared.

When Li Chuanggen told the news of his brother's death, the expression on his face became extremely sad, and he said, "My brother died miserably. We have been dependent on each other since we were young. I will definitely find the murderer to comfort him in heaven."

Song Beichuan also pretended to be very sad and said, "The so-called death cannot be resurrected. I hope Mr. Li will take care of his health. During this period, please give me instructions if you can use my place, don't worry."

Seeing his appearance, Li Chuanggen was still suspicious, but he knew that he would never find any flaws from him, so he said, "Let's eat food first. As for these unhappy things, let's not talk about them."

Everyone started to move the dishes and chopsticks. Song Beichuan ate a few more bites. The oyster bibimbap, the specialty here, was delicious and tempting, and the fragrance lingered.

Seeing this, Li Chuanggen smiled slightly and said to Song Beichuan: "Eating more oysters will be particularly good for men's health. I will arrange a surprise for you later."

When Song Beichuan heard his words, he wanted to give himself a beauty trick, so he smiled and said, "Oh, there's no need. I have a woman, so I'd better avoid it."

"Hahaha, a man is a real man, what is it to be like to play with two women? Mr. Song doesn't have to refuse."

Song Beichuan was also afraid that he would make him suspicious, so he reluctantly agreed.

Li Chuanggen continued: "These Japanese are a disaster. Our local forces, although they are allies to fight against Japan, no one will take serious action and seek self-protection. However, now Mr. Song has come and has neither surrendered to the Japanese nor won over us Korean forces. I don't know what the plan is!"

"I don't hide it from Mr. Li. These Japanese people have had a holiday with me. They also came to our Huaqing Kingdom at the beginning, but I asked me to call them back. I don't say much about those righteous words. Just a little bit. If these Japanese really make their families in South Korea, then my situation will be passive."

After hearing what Song Beichuan said, Li Chuanggen couldn't help but narrow his eyes, but did not answer, but asked the maid on the side to cut two cigars, one for himself and the other for Song Beichuan.
Chapter completed!