DipNovel Chapter 92 Rain or shine, the Capital Gymnasium awaits you.
Chapter 92 Rain or shine, the Capital Gymnasium awaits you.
Chapter 92 Rain or shine, the Capital Gymnasium awaits you.
As the high-speed train emerged from the tunnel, the plains outside the window unfolded, the winter fields a mix of gray and yellow, with occasional glimpses of rows of leafless poplars.
Lu Zhenhua returned to his seat, put his phone in his inner pocket, and did not speak immediately.
He turned his head and looked at the young man sitting next to him.
Hu Biao had already closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped over his lower abdomen, his breathing steady, as if he were truly resting.
But Lu Zhenhua knew he wasn't asleep.
General rank!
He pondered those three words again.
Just now on the phone, he was very careful with his wording when reporting to his superiors.
"It appears to have reached the level of external force projection, but further confirmation is needed."
But the few seconds of silence on the other end said it all.
How could there be any suspicion when the power is released outwards?
It's either yes or no.
He saw the fire extinguisher shake with his own eyes. It wasn't from the wind or a bump; it was from two meters away in the air, it was "bounced" by an invisible force.
That is the outward release of force.
What does this mean?
He wasn't entirely clear on the details, after all, he was just the director of the Sixth Division of Jiangcheng, not the commander of the Jiangcheng Garrison or the Sixth Division of the Imperial Capital. There was a lot of information that was only partially revealed to him. However, he knew one thing: the appearance of any general-level officer was a major event, especially for their Sixth Division. Every general-level officer had a designated contact person, and these contact persons were all of high rank.
For example, Zhao Pohai, a general-level officer in the Traditional Martial Arts Association, had his contact person being the director of the Sixth Bureau of the Imperial Capital, while he himself—
Okay, they're both section chiefs, but their influence is different.
Lu Zhenhua withdrew his gaze and leaned back in his chair, his eyes falling on the mesh pocket of the seat in front of him.
Forget it, let's wait for the higher-ups to decide!
He was just a local section chief, and a deputy section chief at that, in charge of only a small part of Jiangcheng. He couldn't possibly handle the complexities of the capital.
The carriage quieted down, with only the rhythmic vibrations from the joints in the tracks.
Hu Biao's breathing remained steady.
Four hours later, the train slowly slowed down.
We've arrived at Beijing South Railway Station.
Lu Zhenhua got up and took his luggage, while Hu Biao followed behind him empty-handed, like a middle school student on a spring outing.
The exit was packed with people.
The air in the capital is dry and cold, mixed with the noise and dust unique to train stations.
Hu Biao stood in the center of the station square and looked around.
Then he took out his phone, held it up, and pressed the shutter button on the huge "Beijing South Railway Station" sign behind him.
Click.
Lu Zhenhua's heart skipped a beat.
The next second, his phone vibrated.
This is a special attention reminder he set on his phone.
Hu Biao, who was standing next to him, updated his Weibo.
Eagle Claw King - Hu Biao:
We've arrived in the capital; we'll start work the day after tomorrow.
Image: Signboard at Beijing South Railway Station + Hu Biao's face.
Before he could even put his phone down, the second message arrived.
Eagle Claw King - Hu Biao:
Sure enough, the association was just a makeshift operation; no one was there to pick them up from the station, and they didn't even arrange accommodation. Thumbs down. @Lu Zhenhua of the Dongguo Traditional Martial Arts Association stood there for three seconds, holding his phone.
He really wanted to say, "You came all the way from Jiangcheng like a lost dog, without notifying anyone, what kind of station are you supposed to pick up?!"
But he didn't say anything.
I only felt the bleak winter wind of the capital for a moment, hunched my shoulders, and then prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, after taking only a few steps, Hu Biao's voice came from behind, "Director Lu, Director Lu—"
Lu Zhenhua turned around helplessly. "What is it?!"
Hu Biao put away his phone and looked at him sincerely. "What should I do next? Where should I stay?"
Lu Zhenhua: "————, "No." Lu Zhenhua tried to keep his tone calm. "You were invited to participate in the exchange competition, not me."
You should be notifying the organizers now, why are you contacting me?
"What am I supposed to notify? I don't even know how to contact them." Hu Biao shrugged. "Look, I tagged them, but they didn't dare say a word."
"Then just book a hotel yourself, you're not a child anymore."
"You expect me to book a hotel myself? Are you kidding me? Do you think I'm some kind of beast of burden, someone to work for you while I'm paid?"
"So what are you going to do? Go back now?!"
"The organizers are unhelpful," Hu Biao said matter-of-factly. "But your garrison command is listed as the supervising unit on the invitation, right? Doesn't that mean you bear some responsibility?"
Lu Zhenhua felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.
"I am Jiangcheng Sixth Bureau, not Beijing Sixth Bureau."
"We're all from the Sixth Division, one family," Hu Biao laughed. "Don't you always say that all police officers under heaven are one family, right?!"
Lu Zhenhua closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Thirty seconds later, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, Xiao Zhang? — Yes, I'm in Beijing. Can you check which hotels near the Beijing Stadium have any rooms available? — Not for me, but for — Never mind, just book one, a standard room will do, the cost will be covered by the hospitality budget, I'll sign it later."
He hung up the phone.
Hu Biao didn't move, his face full of dissatisfaction.
Lu Zhenhua looked at him.
Hu Biao was also looking at him.
It's like a duel between masters from the world of Gu Long.
"One room?" Hu Biao asked.
"One room," Lu Zhenhua said.
"A standard room?"
"Standard room".
"That's so inconvenient." Hu Biao frowned. "I'm not used to sharing a room with a strange man."
Lu Zhenhua suddenly realized something, and his voice rose sharply: "Who the hell wants to share a room with you?!"
His voice was so loud that the middle-aged woman next to him, who was dragging a suitcase, was startled. She glanced at the two of them warily and quickened her pace to walk away.
"So where do you live?!"
Lu Zhenhua's face turned green.
"I'm on vacation right now, here in Beijing to see my daughter!" he said, emphasizing each word. "It just so happens that we're on the same train, what's it to you!?"
Hu Biao was stunned.
"To see your daughter?!"
"Yes, look at my daughter!"
"You're not spying on me?!"
"Get lost, we're not on the same path!" With that, he turned and walked away, covering more than ten meters in just a few steps. Behind him, Hu Biao's voice could be heard.
"I'm so sorry, Director Lu, it was a misunderstanding. Please give my regards to our niece for me!"
Lu Zhenhua stumbled, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hu Biao waving goodbye to him. He quickly looked away and disappeared into the crowd in a disheveled state.
Five minutes later, Hu Biao got into another taxi.
"Master, Beijing Stadium, Emperor Hotel."
He leaned back in the back seat and turned on his phone.
Weibo notifications have reached 99+.
He clicked on his latest negative Weibo post, and the comment section was filled with jubilation.
@EatingGossipNeverAbsent: Hahahaha, this makeshift production is hilarious! The organizers should take the blame!
@FightingOldZhang: No way, they've already arrived in Beijing, and nobody's picking them up? What kind of crazy organizer is this? [facepalm]
@EagleClawDiscipleNeverAdmitsDefeat: Could it be because he didn't contact the organizers before coming to Beijing?!
@DidThaiBoxingKingPostOnWeiboToday: There seems to be no movement from Zhalun yet, where are they? @Zhalun·Siliva @RationalDiscussionBot: To be honest, Hu Biao has some guts this time, at least he dared to come. Whether he wins or loses, it's better than just talking trash and disappearing.
@Anonymous User 12306: Am I the only one concerned about where he'll stay tonight? Judging by his appearance, he might end up sleeping on the streets. @Concerned Citizen of Beijing: The Chaoyang residents say, welcome to Beijing, but we suggest you don't stay in Chaoyang. "Hmm, not bad for the hype!" Looking at the enthusiastic netizens, he genuinely gave them a thumbs up.
Outside the car window, the street scenes of the capital city began to look familiar.
After passing the Second Ring Road, the high-rise buildings become denser, and the dome of the stadium can be seen far on the horizon.
After driving for another half hour, the car arrived at the hotel entrance. Instead of going straight into the hotel, he chose a spot and uploaded another selfie, including himself and the logo of the Beijing Stadium.
Eagle Claw King - Hu Biao:
Rain or shine, the Beijing Sports Center awaits you. @Zhalun·Siliva