Chapter 143 Destroying Others?
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Han Baoguo, with a smile on his face, looked at the young Wang Zheng full of admiration in his eyes.
Su Fuhua slightly narrowed his eyes as he sized up Wang Zheng. This action was somewhat similar to what Wang Zheng himself would do.
Despite facing some of the most influential top figures in China, Wang Zheng did not flinch but smiled back at them, returning their gaze directly into Su Fuhua's eyes.
Wang Zheng could distinctly feel that even though Su Fuhua was sitting down, there was an overwhelming sense of scrutiny due to his commanding presence. This wasn't solely because of his height; it was a natural aura cultivated over years at the top position.
As Wang Zheng slowly walked closer to Su Fuhua, he could feel that powerful aura more clearly.
Su Fuhua's aura felt tangible—the nearer one approached him, the harder it became to breathe and the heavier one’s mood would feel. If someone inexperienced or weak in character were to face this formidable old man who once had the power to turn the tides of war with a mere wave of his hand, they might very well shake in their boots.
An elder respected across all of China indeed stood out!
However, the aura directed towards Wang Zheng wasn't solely from Su Fuhua alone
All the elders seated at this table had once led thousands of troops to break through enemy encirclements and were renowned commanders who could send enemies fleeing with just a stomp. Every one of them was a military man, and purely from a military standpoint, they represented China's finest. When all their eyes focused on the same young person, how much pressure did that youth bear
But Wang Zheng was different from other young people.
While he too came from a military background, the number of enemies he personally killed might not compare to what these commanders achieved leading their troops. However, as the leader of China's Dragon Scale Special Forces and the Eastern Demon King in the Western dark world, Wang Zheng’s aura was no less than that of these old men!
"A bunch of everlasting old guys, why are you staring at me like that," thought Wang Zheng, while wearing a humble and gentle smile on his face.
If these group of Chinese heroes knew about Wang Zheng's current thoughts, they would probably be so angry that their beards fly and their eyes bulge, causing them to lie down in bed due to illness.
In the eyes of others, these elders are very intimidating, but to Wang Zheng, they are just a group of old men who are about to enter their graves. Having been influenced by his grandfather for so many years, Wang Zheng can clearly see that none of these old guys will last long. However, the only thing that annoys him is that although Su Fuhua is already eighty-five years old, he shows no signs of aging or illness, and his physical condition is far better than other elderly people.
"You old Han, you're really up to your usual tricks." With a smile, Su Fuhua said: "Don't you want to introduce this young man who came with you"
All the eyes were focused on Wang Zheng. Everyone's ears perked up as they wanted to hear what Old General Han had to say about him. The people in the hall showed unprecedented curiosity and envy towards this unfamiliar face, wanting to find out exactly what kind of background this person had that could make Old General Han so favorably disposed towards them.
"Wang Zheng, come sit next to me," said Han Baoguo, smiling as he asked Kan Tuosu to bring over a chair for Wang Zheng.
For a young man to have the Capital Military District Commander-in-Chief personally fetch his chair for him, that’s pushing it too far.
Wang Zheng sat down without hesitation. Although he looked very polite and respectful on the surface, there was no hint of nervousness in his demeanor, which made several elders in the room nod approvingly under their breath.
"Old Su, I'm not up to any tricks. Wang Zheng isn't someone I'm trying to promote either; this kid and I are old friends," Han Baoguo said with a laugh, his voice brimming with an undeniable sense of admiration.
Old friends across generations
What’s going on This young man looks no more than thirty years old, how could he be an old friend to the founding general and veteran officer Han Baoguo
Han Baoguo's voice wasn't much lower than his son's. Upon hearing this remark, many spectacles in the hall were about to shatter.
Being referred to as a friend across generations by an old general—what kind of background and connections does it take for that Hearing this, many young people from influential families felt bitter; no matter how strong their support was, could they compare with Wang Zheng's When one is still bowing down respectfully calling others grandpa, the other has already become buddies with these elders!
With Old Han’s backing, there is no worry about this man not achieving a meteoric rise in his lifetime!
Wang Zheng was also somewhat taken aback and didn't know what medicine Old Han Baoguo was trying to peddle.
He had only met him once, having barely exchanged a few words. If there was any bond between them at all, it would probably be that old dog—Little Dragon—that had been with them for over ten years.
"A mentor and protege relationship Old Han, to become your mentor and protege, one must surely have similar tastes as you." Li Yeping curled his lip. The old bastard who was once called the Southwestern King by everyone behind his back always had a contentious relationship with others.
Han Baoguo ignored him and said bluntly, "Wang Zheng, you probably recognize most of these old fellows, so there's no need for me to introduce them."
"No need for introductions. Everyone here is an elder among elders. In truth, I don't even have the qualifications to sit at this table. Grandpa Su, Grandpa Han, Grandpa Li... each of them are characters that one can only read about in China's elementary school textbooks." Wang Zheng timely exhibited some humility.
Su Fuhua merely watched with a cold eye, his face holding a faint smile that seemed to be neither genuine nor mocking. It was unclear what he was thinking.
"Elementary school textbooks Ha ha, this kid has something interesting to say." Li Yeping said.
"What mentor and protege nonsense," Han Baoguo was somewhat displeased. "You are my peer as a mentor and protege with me. Naturally, you would be peers with these old fellows too. Look at Su Fuhua; don't call him Grandpa Su anymore. Just call him Old Su."
Wang Zheng was left speechless and couldn't help but laugh. He had never realized that this Han Baoguo could possess such a penchant for mischief.
A young man in his twenties addressing Su Fuhua as 'Old Su' This wasn't just arrogance; it bordered on the delusional.
What was Han Baoguo trying to do Was he getting senile
"This... probably isn't appropriate," Wang Zheng said with his mouth, but inside, he felt a tinge of satisfaction. If he were to address Su Fuhua, he wouldn't call him 'Old Su,' but rather something like 'Ancient Corpse.'
If words could kill people, the high-brow Wang Great Assassin would definitely use all his knowledge of vile language and heap it upon Old Grandpa Su in an effort to make this old man's life hell forever.
"What's wrong" Han Baoguo said, "Wang Zheng, just call him Old Su. That's right, call him now. I don't believe he won’t agree."
Wang Zheng showed a look of difficulty and his smile awkwardly conveyed embarrassment. But Han Baoguo wouldn’t let up: "What are you waiting for Quickly call him Old Su!"
The people around the tables once again dropped their jaws to pieces, thoroughly impressed by Marshal Han Baoguo's sense of humor. Openly teasing about this matter at Lord Su’s eightieth birthday banquet was truly baffling; they couldn’t tell whether it was intentional for atmosphere relief or due to old age that he could not distinguish the weightiness of the occasion.
A table of elders burst into laughter, and with these seasoned characters’ eyes, naturally, they could see that Han Baoguo had been deliberately targeting Su Fuhua today.
However, several of them silently admired Han Baoguo’s courage. After all, in the entire Huaxia, there weren’t many who would so brazenly not give face to Su Fuhua on the spot.
Nanjiang Provincial Secretary Zhang Binghao, as Su Fuhua's favored disciple, sat at another table nearby. When he saw Wang Zheng being called over by Han Detu, his eyes lit up; this young man was also someone he greatly admired for his maturity and composure far beyond his years. If possible, even becoming his son-in-law wasn’t out of the question, since Zhang Miaomiao had fallen deeply in love with this man at first sight.
But now that Han Baoguo Marshal’s jibes towards Su Fuhua reached his ears, Secretary Zhang couldn't help but sigh. And when he heard Han Laogong insist on Wang Zheng calling him “Old Su,” he sighed even more deeply.
A promising young man was being ruined by a few words of jest from Han Baoguo.
Zhang Binghao, as Su Fuhua’s favored disciple and the solid pillar of the Su faction, would always respectfully call him teacher upon meeting. Understanding his mentor's personality so well, he could estimate that this young man named Wang Zheng would probably find it hard to take a step in Huaxia henceforth.
Though Han Baoguo’s act was one of teasing, the discerning eyes could see Su Fuhua was not pleased. And with Wang Zheng being used as a weapon against him on such an important occasion, he would likely become the target for venting in the future.
"What's going on, Binghao It seems you hold this young man named Wang Zheng very highly" Jiangning Provincial Secretary Su Nan Guo asked. He had not missed Zhang Binghao’s change of mood earlier; these seasoned officials were well versed in the ways of politics, knowing that if it weren’t for great importance, a provincial secretary like Zhang would never let out such an unrestrained sigh.
Different from his brother Su Beijiang, Su Nan Guo was slightly overweight and also wore gold-rimmed glasses with slicked-back hair. He spoke in a mild manner, appearing amiable without airs about him; one wouldn’t guess that he was the supreme boss overseeing Huaxia’s top economic province.
With Su Nan Guo's acumen, he too could see that Wang Zheng’s future would probably be destroyed. But since they weren't close, he felt no pity at the moment, only curiosity about Han Baoguo’s intentions.parting figure, Su Tianran even mockingly said to himself: "When morale is low, it’s hard to lead the team."However, what Su Tianran did not say was the other half of his thoughts: "If they scatter, l...