Chapter 1552

Just as Zhou Andong entered the dining room, Wu Chao came in.

"Chairman!"

Zhou Andong sat down: "Any news from Zhi Wanshan?"

Wu Chao nodded: "The call came last night; they'll arrive after three this afternoon."

A nanny brought over a few steamed buns, a bowl of stewed beef tripe, and two small side dishes.

Zhou Andong picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of mixed cucumber, and knew immediately it was mixed by Sister Pang.

"Go to the airport to pick them up, arrange them at the Jinwan Hotel, and in the evening..."

Zhou Andong picked up a bun, took a bite, and thought for a moment.

"I'll meet them; it might be a bit late."

"Alright!"

Wu Chao responded, and seeing that Zhou Andong had nothing else, he turned and left.

Zhou Zhou Xianyong also sat down: "When are we going to see your friend? Are you coming back, and then we go together, or are you not coming back, and we go ourselves?"

Zhou Andong picked up another piece of cucumber and crunched it in his mouth.

"The first bar in Houhai, the one that almost got torched the night before New Year's Eve. Take a taxi; the drivers all know it."

Zhou Zhou Xianyong asked again: "What time?"

"Around three or four in the afternoon." Zhou Andong stuffed half a bun into his mouth and mumbled: "Just tell the waiter you have an appointment with me."

Zhou Zhou Xianyong nodded: "I'll go back to the hotel later, and we'll take a taxi there ourselves in the afternoon."

Zhou Andong swallowed what was in his mouth, feeling a bit choked, and took a sip of soup.

"Why don't you bring her home? She came all this way to find you, and you just dumping her at a hotel is too inappropriate."

Zhou Zhou Xianyong said matter-of-factly: "We're just dating, we're not planning to get married, so what's the point of bringing her home?"

"Scum!" Zhou Andong cursed.

"Scum?" Zhou Zhou Xianyong said very cleverly: "The dregs of humanity?"

"Heh!"

Zhou Andong laughed and gave Zhou Zhou Xianyong a thumbs-up: "I have to say, Uncle, you're still quite sharp."

"I'm still young, so what's wrong with dating a few more people?"

Zhou Zhou Xianyong hummed, very dissatisfied with Zhou Andong calling him scum.

"You got married so early and already have a child; don't you feel like you're missing out?"

Because he had just woken up, Zhou Andong didn't feel hungry. He ate one bun, drank a few sips of soup, and put down his chopsticks.

"Dating without the goal of marriage is just being a hooligan."

"How are you even more pedantic than the old man?"

Zhou Zhou Xianyong took out a cigarette, lit it, and then said very suddenly.

"You should know a lot about courtyard culture, right?"

Zhou Andong was stunned and asked very surprised: "Why are you suddenly interested in courtyards?"

"I found a book at the hotel last night that describes the courtyard culture of the capital, and the characters all come from military courtyards."

Speaking of this, Zhou Zhou Xianyong didn't know how to describe it, so he organized his thoughts.

"How should I put it? Whether it's thinking habits, behavioral personality, or character shaping, every character's description is very distinctive. It really attracts me, and I really want to deeply understand those courtyard kids.

If there's a chance, we can make a movie about courtyard kids; it would definitely be a box-office hit."

"Courtyard culture?"

Zhou Andong thought about it. At this time, there should only be one author who writes about courtyard culture in novels.

But as for courtyard kids like Gu Bing, Tang Lin, Zhang You, and Zhang Zuo, he knew them very well—they were all idiots.

"If you want to understand courtyard kids and courtyard culture, you can have a good chat with my friend when you see him tonight."

Finding guys like Gu Bing, Tang Lin, Zhang You, and Zhang Zuo, who have no culture...

All they can talk about is probably rotten stuff like picking up girls today or getting into fights tomorrow.

So, if you want to understand something with depth, the person must not only come from a courtyard but also be cultured.

It just so happens that he's meeting Liu Liu Yahang tonight. He not only comes from a courtyard and is cultured but also has experience. Chatting with him will definitely yield something different.

Of course, his wife, the big sister, could also talk about courtyard culture for a whole day and night.

"I'm going back to the hotel now." Zhou Zhou Xianyong stood up: "Let's talk tonight."

At this time, the nanny brought a cup of tea. Zhou Andong took it and said thank you.

After he finished the tea, he got up and walked out.

"Wang Wentian, go get the car."

Wang Wang Wentian came out of the lounge and walked quickly to the garage.

Speaking of the capital's courtyards, people always subconsciously start from the end of West Chang'an Avenue.

Starting from Gongzhufen, passing through Yuquan Road all the way to Xishan, the Air Force Headquarters, Navy Headquarters, Communication Corps Headquarters, General Logistics Department, General Staff Headquarters, etc., are lined up in order.

And this area is the new capital in the mouths of the courtyard kids written by Wang Shuo.

Within the strict courtyard walls, canteens, auditoriums, swimming pools, service cooperatives, hospitals, clinics, kindergartens, and even primary and secondary schools are all available, completely different from the old Beijing life in the hutong courtyards.

At the gate of the General Staff Headquarters, Zhang Zuo was wrapped in a military overcoat, a cigarette in his mouth, his neck hunched, standing next to the guard post, chatting with the soldier on duty.

Seeing Zhou Andong's car coming, this guy rubbed his frozen, stiff face with both hands and walked over quickly.

Wang Wang Wentian stopped the car, and Zhou Andong pushed open the door: "Why are you here?"

"Get in the car and talk." Regardless of anything, Zhang Zuo opened the door and jumped in.

Zhou Andong was helpless and had to get back in the car.

"Whoosh!"

Feeling the comfort brought by the warm air in the car, Zhang Zuo let out a long breath.

"Damn, it's really cold today."

As he spoke, the kid took two quick drags of his cigarette, then opened the window and threw the butt out.

"Let's go, I've already registered, we can go straight in."

Wang Wang Wentian stepped on the gas, and the car slowly drove into the gate. The guard raised his hand and saluted.

Zhou Andong looked at Zhang Zuo and said with a smile: "You ran to the old man's place today—are you afraid I'd talk bad about you?"

"How could that be?" How could Zhang Zuo admit it: "I haven't seen you today, I missed you, and thinking you were coming to see the old man, I ran over."

Zhou Andong hummed: "Look into my eyes."

"What?" Zhang Zuo looked into Zhou Andong's eyes.

Zhou Andong didn't speak, and the two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Zhang Zuo's eyes flickered, and then he curled his lips and cursed.

"Crazy."

"Feeling guilty, aren't you?" Zhou Andong laughed: "You're just feeling guilty and won't admit it."

"What am I guilty about?" Zhang Zuo stiffened his neck: "Don't look for trouble where there is none. I'm warning you, this is my turf."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "You're like a Quanjude roast duck—everything is cooked except for your mouth."