Chapter 3 Grand Entrance

  Before four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Mingda, the captain of the security squadron, had been waiting in the police station's courtyard. People familiar with him felt a bit strange - on such a hot day, they didn't know which god was coming that could make Old Song stand here to greet them without avoiding the heat.

  Actually, Song Mingda was also a bit helpless. Can't not come to greet, the superior is so concerned, continuously calling, how can he not take it seriously? It's just that he couldn't guess why his superiors were so concerned about him.

  Isn't there still some use value for this person on a special battlefield? But that's not right either. After being locked up in prison for over 30 years, no matter how great the value is, it will become worthless due to the passage of time. At most, it would be useful when literati write historical articles and want to find some information.

  Besides, even if it's useful, it should be the devils entering the village - no shooting allowed. Such a high-profile appearance now really makes people feel a bit unreasonable.

  It's okay, Song Mingda is a man of few words. Although he has some ideas in his heart, he won't say them out loud. When the time comes, he still arrives punctually and stands guard at the police station.

  At 4 pm, a silver-gray Volga sedan with military license plates drove into the courtyard of the Municipal Police Bureau. At that time, having such a car was a very impressive thing. Many police officers who were entering and exiting to handle affairs stopped in their tracks to watch, wondering what kind of big shot had arrived.

  From the front passenger seat, a tall and lean young soldier jumped out. As soon as he got off the car, he quickly ran to the left side of the car, opened the rear door, covered the top of the door with his hand, and supported an old man in his late 70s to get off the car.

  The old man's hair was thick and silver, combed neatly without a single strand out of place. His face, weathered from the wind and frost, bore many marks of the years, but his kindly smile had a dignified air about it, giving one a feeling of warmth like a spring breeze.

  Tall and slender, wearing a silk Mandarin-collared shirt, along with the golden-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, it's easy to determine that the old man is likely a university professor or some kind of cultured intellectual.

  Only if someone looks through those glasses, they will find that the not-so-large eyes are particularly deep and bright, shining with a wise light, sharp and delicate, even making people dare not stare.

  Everyone was talking and speculating, not knowing which route the newcomer was a god from. If they knew that this old man was just an old spy who had just been released from prison, it would definitely make their glasses shatter all over the floor.

  Song Mingda, who had been waiting by the side of the road for a long time, immediately came forward to greet him.

  The young soldier saw Song Mingda's demeanor and put down the arm of the elderly person he was supporting, standing at attention to report: "Reporting to the superior officer, Gu Peng, the commander of the Jinling Military Region Command Guard Battalion, has been ordered by the superior officer to escort Mr. Xiang to settle in Haibin City."

  When Song Mingda heard the soldier's opening remarks, he felt his head 'buzz' for a moment. How could they make such a big fuss? Fortunately, his reaction was quick and he hastily stretched out his hand to welcome the guests, saying: "Please come in, please come in, let's take a break in the office first."

  After sitting down in the office, they introduced themselves to each other. The old man who sat like an ancient bell, with his eyes slightly closed and his fingers gently stroking his white short beard, was of course Lao Te Wu Xiang Liang.

  Song Zhi's team leader was a bit hard to see through.

  Which code belongs to which code? The old man's appearance is even more high-profile than Song Mingda's imagination. To settle a released old agent, the secretary of the provincial police department came to greet in advance, and the military district commander sent his own special car and also dispatched the head of the guard company to escort him. All this indicates that the person who came is absolutely not ordinary.

  If it's a special war zone, there shouldn't be such high-profile activities no matter what. Is it because of the old man's special contributions during the war years? That makes some sense. However, many people fought against the devils, and I've never heard of anyone receiving such high treatment before.

  After all, this kind of resettlement of old agents is a new situation. For the grassroots police authorities, there are no precedents to follow. Especially in terms of reception specifications, it has exceeded Song Mingda's understanding of things.

  Old spy and military district commander, what a combination!

  "You Brunei send all the police called Ren Xiao Tian, I'm going to Haibin City's life, just want to hand it over to him to help arrange. What do you think?" Xiang Ziliang spoke with a smile on his face. Before opening his mouth, he had already handed out a circle of 'Peony' cigarettes in his hand.

  Song Mingda was stunned again. Tsk, tsk, just this scene is enough to make people speechless. At that time, each person could only get a few packs of "Grand Canal" cigarettes per month, and even "Dafangmen" cigarettes were rarely seen. As for these "Peony" cigarettes, they were only available to the privileged class.

  Harmony is just harmony, but if words don't shock people to death, they won't stop.

  Toward Ziliang's opening words, Song Mingda felt even more surprised. This old man not only knew Ren Xiaotian but also specifically asked this kid to help take care of his daily life. Why would the old agent know Ren Xiaotian? What kind of relationship did they have between them?

  For the time being, Song Mingda also had no way to figure out what was going on. Fortunately, the original plan was to let Ren Xiaotian be in charge of this task, and Song Mingda wouldn't feel abrupt, so he immediately agreed without hesitation.

  Before long, the sedan opened to the residential building where Ji Weiqin lived. Since Gu Lianchang was sending Xiang Ziliang to settle down, he had to send him to his residence to complete his task. After all, Xiang Ziliang was a released prisoner, and the bureau leader was not convenient to appear in public, so Song Mingda accompanied him throughout the journey.

  Xiang Ziliang was very satisfied with the accommodation arranged by the police, and he looked around at the facilities in the room. There was not a speck of dust on any of the doors, windows or furniture, and all the necessities for daily life were basically complete. He stroked his white goatee with his finger and smiled, saying: "Captain Song, you people really know how to get things done."

  "Mr. Song, this is all handled by our Xiao Tian. If you want to praise someone, praise him." Song Mingda was very eloquent. Since Ren Xiaotian was so understanding and had also taken a liking to this old agent, he wouldn't be stingy with a few words of praise either.

  Moreover, these things were originally done by this kid. It was done so neatly that not only would Old Special Agent be satisfied, but even he himself felt that the kid knew how to get things done. More importantly, he wanted to see the reactions of Xiang Ziliang and Ren Xiaotian, and also capture some useful information from them.

  Of course, Song Mingda also knew that, even with the old agent's extraordinary experience, he wouldn't reveal any expression. The other party was an old agent who had experienced countless major events and could remain calm in any situation, so how would a single sentence make him reveal anything unusual?

  Song Mingda mainly wanted to see Ren Xiaotian's reaction, if there was any relationship in between, it should have shown some signs, Captain Song was looking forward to it.

  Originally, Ren Xiao Tian was just an outsider who didn't know anything, and naturally wouldn't reveal any clues that would interest Song Zhi. He was simply curiously sizing up this old agent who made him feel a sense of wonder.

  Wow, quite an entrance! A military vehicle, Peony cigarettes, and a guard company commander escorting him, tsk tsk, pretty impressive.

  Looking at his appearance, a kind smile on his face, just like when I was young and stole pears from Old Man Zhang's tree in the neighborhood, the old man would instead repeatedly remind me 'be careful, be careful, don't fall'.

  Ren Xiatian and Song Mingda were both speculating about the purpose of Xiang Ziliang's visit. If it was to take advantage of the remaining value, it didn't quite seem like it. Even if they really wanted to use it, they shouldn't have made such a high-profile appearance, or else wouldn't they scare off any special agents from afar?

  It's said to be compensation for the elderly who killed devils during the war years, but it's also a bit forced. Not to mention people from opposing camps, even Ren Xiaotian's grandfather, a orthodox military man, didn't receive any preferential treatment either.

  Never mind, since everyone has been through the same thing as Grandpa, having fought against the little devils. As long as you take care of yourself in life and report any situation in time, it's considered a task accomplished. Anyway, being a "cup-style" person, there's no need to think about other things.

  There were only four people in the room, but they were all constantly sizing each other up. If there was a difference, it was that the objects of their attention were different. Song Mingda's gaze fell on Xiang Ziliang and Ren Xiaotian. Ren Xiaotian's gaze, on the other hand, darted back and forth between Xiang Ziliang and Du Lianchang.

  Xiang Ziliang and Du Lianchang focused their attention on Ren Xiaotian from the moment they entered the scene. Especially the old agent's gaze hidden behind his glasses was like a sharp sword, sizing up Ren Xiaotian up and down.

  They all muttered in their hearts: "A good young man, how could he be given the nickname 'Mr. Cup'?"

  In their eyes, the young man was slender and tall, with a fair complexion, looking like a weak scholar. A smile on his face made him seem especially affable. There was only a hint of worry between his eyebrows, as if he had a lot on his mind.

  Xiang Ziliang said slowly after hearing Song Mingda speak: "Thank you, Officer Ren. My life in Haibin City will be troubling you to take care of from now on."

  Song Mingda saw Ren Xiaotian's slightly surprised look, and hurriedly snatched an explanation: "Xiao Tian, Mr. Xiang is old. His daily life from now on will depend on you to care more."

  When the deputy captain explained it this way, Ren Xiao Tian just smiled awkwardly. In recent years, he had become accustomed to being taciturn in front of outsiders. Ren Xiao Tian's smile was equivalent to a greeting to Xiang Zi Liang. On the surface, it seemed like a calm and composed demeanor, but in reality, he didn't want to say much.

  Xiang Zilang secretly sighed, how could a child with a wealth of knowledge and quick thinking be made to have such an honest, dull, and silent personality?