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Chapter 1451: Chapter 1296: Asking for Help (Please Subscribe!)
Beijing.
Nankou Town.
Northern International Shooting Range.
10 a.m.
Tang Qing and his group arrived here in Beijing, where there aren’t many places to shoot, this one is the largest open to the general public, belonging to the Huaxia Weapons Industry’s 208th Research Institute.
Thanks to Chai Ren’s connections.
It wouldn’t be difficult to go to the base for shooting.
However.
The projects here are more geared towards entertainment.
Relatively speaking.
The experience is better. Whatever other places have, this one has it too. As soon as they got off the car, five or six people came over, the leader had a notably burly figure, and the others exuded an elite aura as well.
Tang Qing squinted.
Instantly.
The information of the several individuals appeared before his eyes.
I must say.
None of those who can play with Chai Ren are simple characters. These few, at least each has a family member with a shiny gold star on their shoulder, and the leader has an even more prominent family background.
In terms of heritage.
Even half a notch deeper than the Chai Family.
"Old Pei."
Chai Ren gave the leading man a punch as a greeting, with the Chai Family mainly in politics, and the Pei Family primarily in the military. This person, named Pei Yang, was the second son of the Pei Family, a Ph.D. from the National Defense University, and currently in service.
A year older than him.
Lieutenant Colonel.
Command level.
It’s rare for him to return.
And he arranged to meet up today.
And here.
He brought Tang Qing along.
To meet and get to know each other.
"So many people, looks like you’re setting us up for a lesson," Pei Yang said with a big laugh upon seeing Tang Qing and his group. After greeting Zheng Lin and the others, his gaze fell on Tang Qing.
"Boss Tang, nice to meet you," extended his hand Pei Yang.
Tang Qing also reached out.
"Nice to meet you."
Suddenly.
Tang Qing felt a strong force on his hand.
Instantly.
He was speechless.
You muscle-men, can’t you find another way to say hello? I remember the first time I met Chai Ren, he pulled the same stunt, but almost couldn’t keep his balance.
Seeing this.
Chai Ren couldn’t help but snicker in his heart.
Tang Qing’s physical strength.
He had seen it firsthand. He had tried his hardest and couldn’t beat him, and although Pei Yang was a little stronger than him, he wasn’t strong enough to make Tang Qing lose face, Pei Yang was probably in for a surprise this time.
At this moment.
Pei Yang was also stunned.
This billionaire.
Really is peculiar.
Immediately.
He applied more force.
Then.
After ten seconds.
"Boss Tang, I concede," said Pei Yang with a bitter smile. He used all his strength and couldn’t get the upper hand over Tang Qing, and Tang Qing’s last squeeze nearly made him feel like his hand was wasted.
"Thank you for letting me win," Tang Qing said with a smile.
"Haha, got subdued, didn’t you?"
Chai Ren’s face showed Schadenfreude.
Pei Yang was gracious in defeat.
He rubbed his slightly aching hand.
"I’m not as skilled, it’s not like I lost to you. What are you so happy about?" Turning to Tang Qing, he said, "Not bad, not bad at all. You’d make a good soldier, just too bad that with your current status, it’s probably not possible."
Pei Yang sighed.
"Alright, you’re dreaming of getting Tang Qing to enlist, let’s go, let’s go inside. Why stand out here in the sun?" After Chai Ren spoke, he led the way inside without any hesitation.
Pei Yang smiled.
"Please."
"Please."
Tang Qing and his companions followed.
On the way.
Pei Yang briefly introduced the other few individuals by their names but not their positions. Seeing what had just happened, their curiosity about Tang Qing increased a great deal, but no one approached to try their luck.
If they lost.
It would be embarrassing for themselves.
If they won.
It would be embarrassing for Pei Yang.
They weren’t stupid.
Before long.
The group arrived at an outdoor shooting range.
Here,
various weapons had already been prepared. Off to the side, several staff members stood ready. These weapons, unlike the others that these young masters are used to playing with, fired live ammunition; there had to be supervision, no matter what.
At this moment,
the ladies had gone together to view the exhibits.
Playing with guns,
they had no interest in it.
"Tang Qing, what do you want to play with?" Chai Ren deftly disassembled and reassembled the gun in his hands.
"You guys play; I’ll just watch,"
Tang Qing said with a smile.
These little toys,
they were too ’childish.’
"Alright then, we’ll play."
Saying this, Chai Ren aimed at the moving targets in the distance and started shooting continuously, Pei Yang, being in the military himself, had no shortage of opportunities to handle guns; his presence today was merely to meet up with Chai Ren.
Incidentally,
to discuss a personal matter with Chai Ren.
After Chai Ren had fired several rounds,
"Spit it out, you were hesitating over the phone. What can’t you just directly tell me?" Chai Ren asked Pei Yang in a low voice. There wasn’t much that would make Pei Yang seek his help and specially come to him.
"I heard, you have some connections over in Africa."
Pei Yang said, his face becoming serious.
Hearing this,
Chai Ren’s expression turned solemn.
These words,
they were far from normal.
"What happened?"
"I have a good friend who ran into trouble there," Pei Yang said gravely.
"And then?"
Chai Ren asked.
"Right now, we don’t know if he’s alive or dead, but the outlook is grim." Pei Yang explained that this person was his subordinate, who had made a mistake last year and been discharged from service. Pei Yang wasn’t able to keep him in the lie. Driven by a personal conviction, the friend had gone over to Africa.
Every month,
they would make a phone call.
However,
yesterday,
when he called the other party’s mobile phone,
it connected, but another person answered— a Chinese woman, crying and begging Pei Yang to save him. From the phone call, he learned that his friend was injured and had been taken away by a group of black men, his whereabouts unknown.
He was immediately alarmed.
But,
Africa,
is not Huaxia.
This was a personal matter; there was no way he could use even a tiny bit of the country’s power, and even if he could, it wouldn’t be effective there; that chaotic place simply wouldn’t care who he was.
Helplessly,
after thinking for a long time,
he realized he had a friend,
Chai Ren, who had a stronger network in Africa. Digging for mining ventures there required having some African friends; otherwise, it wouldn’t work. He also remembered that Chai Ren had a classmate whose father was the president of a country.
No matter what,
it was better than being helpless.
After listening to the explanation,
Chai Ren, furrowing his brow, asked, "Which country?"
"South Africa, Cape Town— that’s the last place he was seen," Pei Yang said.
"South Africa?"
Chai Ren muttered to himself.
With that country,
he did have some business, and he knew a few people, but this was not about making money. Once it involved the local complex issues, none of it mattered. Yes, he had contacts with Black Prison.
But asking them to meddle in others’ affairs
was not an easy request to make.
Suddenly,
his eyes swept over.
Right,
Tang Qing.
"How many people know about this?" Chai Ren urgently asked.
"Just me."
Pei Yang didn’t tell his family.
"Good, remember this, whether you succeed or not, don’t speak to outsiders about it," Chai Ren instructed after speaking. Then he called out, "Tang Qing, come over for a second, I have something to discuss with you."
Pei Yang was anxious.
What was this going to be about?
He told me not to tell anyone,
yet he’s talking to someone else.
Chai Ren gestured with his hand.
"Don’t worry."
Hearing himself being called, Tang Qing put away his mobile phone and walked over. Chai Ren pulled him aside, and Pei Yang hurriedly followed. What on earth was Chai Ren trying to do, involving Tang Qing? How could that help?
