Chapter 28

Hearing that these two guys had been chatting for a while and had noticed him, Li Desheng laughed heartily and sat up.

"You two, I didn't miss a single word of what you said! Old Lin, you're not being fair. You meet a great person and don't introduce me, and you even make me pretend to be a leader in front of the great person. You're deliberately trying to trick me, aren't you? Well, I want to be a disciple too. When I was young, I also met a master who could draw in qi. That master was dealing with a high-level ninja from Japan. Heh, it was quite impressive at the time, but I didn't even get a chance to chat. He jumped up into a big tree and disappeared!"

"That qi-drawing thing, I only know a little bit, just a little bit." Zhao Zhiqiang's face was dark. How did this feel like entering a tiger's den?

"Weren't you sleeping?" Lin Shoushan asked curiously. This guy seemed to have a headache no more.

"It was your loud voice that woke me up. But even though I only slept a little, it was the best sleep I've had in decades."

Looking at the clock, Li Desheng was a bit reluctant to leave the sweet dream he had just had.

"Old gentlemen, I'm not being picky. You both have high status. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. My mother is being discharged from the hospital today, and I need to go and take care of things..."

Zhao Zhiqiang decided not to fool around with them anymore. He needed to hurry back, settle his mother, and then go back to that hot spring. It would be best if he could stay there permanently.

Now he had a new idea. He had a new thought about treating his mother's illness. He could try using the spirit energy to see if it worked. This was a big deal that couldn't be delayed.

"Ah!"

The two old men, who together were 180 years old, finally remembered that his mother was still sick. However, this matter—

Although Li Desheng believed in atheism and Marxism-Leninism, he was very interested in traditional culture, especially martial arts and qigong, and he really knew a few tricks. Even if he was a founding hero of the republic, he would believe what they said just now.

Most importantly, the young guy's massage cured his headache, and he slept so well, which was a great thing he hadn't experienced in decades.

At his age, he didn't ask for anything else; he just wanted to enjoy his old age.

For him, a good night's sleep was the best thing. Now that someone who could treat his illness had appeared, he didn't want to let him go.

"Ha, what's the problem? Bring your whole family to my place. I'm usually alone here anyway!"

Lin Shoushan, though old, was not confused. He understood something. It seemed that this young guy was using the legendary qi-drawing technique to treat people for the first time—otherwise, he would have treated his mother himself. Indeed, few people used qi-drawing for medical purposes.

Hearing Li Desheng's words, Lin Shoushan shook his head, "No, no, your place is too busy during the New Year, not suitable for patients to rest, nor for the young master to practice. I think it's better to come to my place?"

Zhao Zhiqiang, who was mostly recovered, didn't want to waste more time. He smiled bitterly and declined, "Old gentlemen, a golden nest, a silver nest, nothing beats one's own humble abode. I'm not going anywhere, just going home. Thank you. But, old leader, I'll come to see you when I have time. If you have a headache again, call me, uh, phone..." He just realized he didn't even have a phone.

"Ah, my head, it hurts again!"

"Oh, then take me as your disciple—otherwise, I'll block the door and not let you out. This matter must be resolved today!"

Zhao Zhiqiang never expected the two old men to start acting like children, one lying on the ground and the other closing the door...

With no choice, he had to sit back on the sofa.

"Let's—discuss, discuss."

...

Outside the main room, a few people had gathered.

Li Yuan had to call them over because of the emergency.

After the village chief of Chang'an Village in the southern development zone, Zhao Guangming, fled after being investigated for embezzlement, before the case was even officially investigated, another major incident occurred in Chang'an Village. Hundreds of villagers questioned the compensation for demolition and went to the city to petition, demanding to speak directly to the top leader of the city. They were already sitting in the light square in front of the city government on a cold winter day.

It was the weekend, and Li Yuan, who rarely had time to rest, came to visit his old father. He didn't expect to encounter such an issue. In fact, he only knew a little about the previous village chief's embezzlement; the specific work was handled by the vice mayor in charge of the Linzhou development zone and the public security department.

However, it seemed that the villagers were not satisfied with the government's attitude.

Gu Meiyun, the Party Secretary of the southern district, was a model of outstanding young cadres selected by the organization department of the Binhai Special Zone. At less than 28 years old, she was transferred from the Youth League to the southern district of Linzhou, serving as the district chief for a year before being elected as the Party Secretary. She had a very elegant appearance, and her youthful face made her stand out among the group of men, but now she didn't look good, as she was being criticized.

The district chief who came with her was the former deputy district chief of Lingxi District, Pang Wenxian, who was in his forties and had just been promoted. He stood there silently. Besides her, there was also the vice district chief in charge of the infrastructure and demolition work of the development zone, He Dacheng, who was being criticized the most...

While they were discussing how to calm the sitting crowd, Li Shoushan, Zhao Zhiqiang, and Li Desheng came out of the main living room.

It was no secret that the old man of the Li family lived here. The officials of the southern district had planned to visit before the New Year, but their work was so busy that they had no time. They heard that the old man was in very poor health, unable to sleep for days, and that Li Shuji, a filial son, had even invited the great doctor Lin Lao. They didn't know how he was now.

Surprised, everyone hurriedly greeted them.

This was a good opportunity to avoid some criticism.

Li Yuan's face turned green. Talking to him now would just be asking for trouble.

After a round of greetings, they found that the old man seemed to have no problems at all.

Li Desheng's stern face gave a sense of authority without anger.

Although he had retired from his high position for about twenty years, his commanding presence, honed through countless battles and years of glory, still made even the current Party Secretary of the city, Li Yuan, feel overshadowed. Everyone looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Son, I have something to tell you. Today, Old Lin, Little Zhao, and I, we three have decided to become sworn brothers. Go, find someone to set up an altar. We'll do it right away. I, Li Desheng, at 84 years old, can still recognize a 22-year-old little brother. Elder brother, little brother, ha! Wonderful, wonderful!"

Lin Shoushan, however, said, "What altar? Superstition! Little Shangbo, go find three bowls, fill them with rice, and if there's no incense, light cigarettes. I saw a rooster in the kitchen, so kill it and prepare three bowls of wine. That's it, done in five minutes. You want to set up an altar, but Little Zhao is busy!"

"Right, right, Little Zhao has urgent matters. Do as Grandpa Lin says, quickly!" Li Desheng slapped his thigh.

"Sworn brothers?"

Li Yuan looked at his father as if he didn't recognize him, stunned!

This—what is this all about!

"Father, I have important matters here!"

"Bang!"

Li Desheng didn't hesitate to slap his son on the back of the head.

"Brat! Is your matter more important than mine? I haven't asked you for anything in eighty years, and now you're being arrogant. Go and do as Old Lin says, quickly!"

As he spoke, he was about to lift his foot. "And you guys, help out!"

The group was stunned by the two old men's outburst!

They all knew these two. Li Lao was a founding hero, and even his fart could shake the imperial palace! Lin Lao's status was far above theirs!

Involuntarily, the five people being criticized looked at the person between the two old men...

Who is this?

Sworn brothers with these two old men?

Heaven, are you kidding me...

Even more frustrated was Li Shangbo, who was chasing a rooster at the back door.

"Grandpa—aren't you giving me a younger—'grandpa'?"

He felt like crying. He respected his grandfather, who was sixty years older, immensely. Although Li Shangbo was known as one of the six young masters of Linzhou, he was always very filial, especially close to his grandfather. Sometimes he even supported his grandfather's "nonsense."

But this matter really made him feel frustrated.

Because if they really became sworn brothers, he would have a "grandpa" who looked younger than him.

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