Chapter 589 Gather One Less Time Each Time

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Wang Zheng was driving, while Zhang Miaomiao was attentively looking at him from the front passenger seat. Zhang Miaomiao knew that such opportunities were becoming fewer and fewer; their lives were limited, so each time they gathered together meant one less chance.

In the evening, it was rush hour in Jinling, causing heavy traffic on the roads. The car moved very slowly, inching forward bit by bit. However, Zhang Miaomiao felt delighted; she wished that the road would be even more congested so that her alone time with Wang Zheng could last longer.

"Isn't the International Special Forces Competition starting soon How come China's team hasn’t left yet" Wang Zheng remembered Han Tuosu mentioning that the competition should have started a few days ago.

"It seems there were some issues. The venue for this year’s competition has been changed at short notice," Zhang Miaomiao recalled and said, "I don't know more details."

Wang Zheng frowned: "What could possibly happen that would cause the host country of the International Special Forces Competition to change its location"

As a former special forces soldier himself, Wang Zheng knew better than anyone else how significant this competition was. Held once every three years, it represented the world's most powerful combat forces. Participating in such an event was a lifelong source of pride for any special forces member. It was a grand military festival; no host country ever failed to meticulously prepare for over a year. In Wang Zheng’s memory, there had never been any precedent of having to change the location due to unforeseen events!

But then again, Wang Zheng remembered that this time, China's team mainly consisted of the Su family's direct-line forces known as "New Longlin." The mere thought of it made him feel uncomfortable—no, very uncomfortable. Could such a team truly represent China Even if Zhang Hongqi and others were divisional martial arts champions, could their special warfare skills really pass muster

Wang Zheng shook his head; he didn't want to think about this at all since it had nothing to do with him.

"I really don’t know," Zhang Miaomiao was equally helpless. Given her sources, learning that the International Special Forces Competition had been postponed was already a rare piece of information.

"You'd better ask my brother for the specifics. He might know more, though he may not be willing to tell you."

Wang Zheng self-deprecatingly touched his nose: "If I were him, I would curse that Wang Zheng every day and wish him ill fortune."

The first time Wang Zheng came to Nanjiang, he had a conflict with Zhang Hongqi's team on the highway. Back then, Wang Zheng delivered one powerful Iron Mountain Ram that sent Zhang Hongqi into critical condition, leaving him in the hospital for nearly half a year. Of course, Zhang Hongqi hated Wang Zheng intensely.

"In fact, there is always a certain mortality rate when participating in such competitions," Wang Zheng glanced at Zhang Miaomiao and spoke his mind: "Many of the terrains involve live-fire exercises where bullets don't discriminate; one could lose their life if they aren’t careful. Do you think your dad would let your brother join"

"I know this too." Zhang Miaomiao sighed, saying, "My parents definitely wouldn't want him to participate in such a dangerous event. But when the higher-ups informed the Nanjiang Garrison that there was an available slot, my brother couldn’t control himself and insisted on joining. He said it was a soldier's honor and claimed he would regret not participating for his entire life. My parents just couldn’t persuade him otherwise."

A smile tugged at Wang Zheng’s mouth: "From certain perspectives, Zhang Hongqi isn't a qualified soldier; yet from other angles, he is quite remarkable."

Wang Zheng's statement was true. Zhang Hongqi had a narrow mind and used public resources for personal vendettas, openly using his troops to settle scores with firearms. From this standpoint, he clearly wasn’t fit to be a soldier. However, if it were any other second-generation rich or official kid, they probably wouldn't have the thought of joining the military to gain experience, let alone become Nanjiang Garrison's fighting champion and insist on participating in such a high-risk International Special Forces competition.

Wang Zheng believed that if Zhang Hongqi could change his vengeful nature, he would see a broader future ahead.

No matter how obstructed the road may be, there will always come a moment when it becomes clear and open.

Zhang Miaomiao wished this path was longer, infinitely long without an end, but this was merely wishful thinking.

The compound for the provincial party committee officials was right ahead.

When a guard saw the arriving Audi without a pass, he reached out to stop it, but when Zhang Miaomiao rolled down her window and smiled slightly, the guard automatically let them through.

Jokingly speaking, who would dare to stop the car with the little princess of the provincial party secretary's family sitting in the front passenger seat

When they arrived at the small building where Zhang Binghao lived, Wang Zheng stopped the car and then took out a small bag from the backseat.

"What is this" Zhang Miaomiao asked curiously.

"I'm visiting you as a guest, so I should bring something," said Wang Zheng. "This is top-grade red robe tea that I acquired when I went to Fuzhou last time."

"Top-grade red robe tea" Zhang Miaomiao was surprised. "Could it be from the two tea trees in Jiulongke That's tribute tea!"

"Tribute tea, my foot! Every year's new tea is sold by Zhang Yanxing himself, and just this one item brings over a hundred million to the Zhang family."

"That much profit is really excessive," said Zhang Miaomiao with her head shaking.

"This bag must weigh several taels at least. How did you manage to get it Could it be that the Zhang family would actually give it to you" Zhang Miaomiao knew that if this small bag of tea was indeed the top-grade red robe from Jiulongke, its price could already be sky-high.

"No, they wouldn't part with it so easily. I'm just borrowing flowers to offer to the Buddha and took this from Zhang Yanhang's office."

Upon entering the living room, Wang Zheng saw Zhang Binghao sitting on the sofa and greeted him respectfully: "Uncle Zhang."

"I haven't seen Wang Zheng for a long time," said Zhang Binghao with a smile.

"Dad, take a look at what Wang Zheng brought for you." Zhang Miaomiao handed over the small package. "You like drinking tea, right This is top-grade Dahongpao."

Hearing this, even though he was used to high-ranking positions and remained calm under pressure, Zhang Binghao could hardly conceal his astonishment.

"Top-grade Dahongpao" Upon hearing this, Zhang Binghao immediately pushed the package away. "I can't accept it! It's too precious!"

Zhang Binghao didn't care how Wang Zheng acquired this top-grade tea; he knew well its value and understood that accepting such a gift would tarnish his reputation in official circles.

"Dad, I'll tell you the truth. This is what Wang Zheng stole," said Zhang Miaomiao with a smile.

"Stole" For a moment, Zhang Binghao couldn't wrap his head around it and didn't understand what his daughter meant.

Wang Zheng chuckled as he explained, "I took it from Zhang Yanhang's office." door in half in an instant!However, following closely behind was Wang Zheng's iron fist!The power of his punch was fierce, and the wind from it blew straight at her face.Luo Qi's flexibility was unbe...