Chapter 450: When the City Gate Catches Fire, the Fish in the Moat Suffer (Combined Chapter, Bonus for Tuantuanba's Alliance Leader)

The Accord in front, the Santana behind, drove toward the hotel.

Gu Kaishan sat in the back row, took a deep drag from his cigarette, and then forcefully exhaled the smoke.

The dense smoke drifted out the car window, scattered by the wind.

"Hu Kun has a comrade-in-arms, surnamed Gao, Gao Zhanhong. The two joined the army in the same year, went to the same Armed Police unit, and were promoted to non-commissioned officers in the same year. Two years ago, both retired from the military at the same time and entered the City Public Security Detachment together. Last year, they were both transferred to the Economic Development Branch!"

Lin Sicheng was driving and glanced at the rearview mirror: "Gu Shu, was it orchestrated by Bureau Chief Hu?"

"No, he was only a station chief at that time. Although he had the connections, it would have been very difficult. Besides, even though they are biological brothers, he and his fourth brother have never really gotten along."

"It was Gao Zhanhong's parents. His father is at Iron Construction, and his mother is at the Municipal Bureau Police Security Division!" Gu Kaishan emphasized, "As a Deputy Section Chief!"

Lin Sicheng was slightly startled: this unit was the most lucrative department in the entire public security system, bar none.

"Also the year before last, the city established a new security company, planning to build a training base in Qujiang Town, with a planned area of one hundred mu. Thirty percent of the site would be reserved for SWAT Detachment training.

Therefore, all the preliminary procedures went very smoothly: qualification review (Public Security Bureau), planning and site selection (Natural Resources), land use pre-approval (National Development and Reform Commission), agricultural-to-non-agricultural land conversion approval (City Government), as well as land transfer and construction project planning permits."

"But at the final step, it got stuck. It was probably last summer, just before construction was set to begin, when the security company applied for the jurisdiction to issue the 'Firearm (Ammunition) Training Ground Configuration Standard Safety Permit,' the branch's supervisor refused to sign."

"The reason was simple: the shooting range was too close to the residential area!"

Gu Kaishan sighed: "I saw the blueprints; it really was close, separated from the village by just one road, less than thirty meters away. So, Old Hu didn't sign—oh, that's right, he had just been promoted to the branch at that time, and this area was under his responsibility."

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment, just about to ask who owned this security company, but the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back.

"Then, the other side tried all sorts of lobbying and used every means possible, but Old Hu knew what was what, so he never gave in. Later, the other side changed tactics and pulled strings from above. But no matter who called to put in a word, Old Hu had only one thing to say: human life is at stake, and I cannot bear this responsibility. As long as I am in office, I am sorry, but I cannot sign this—"

"Chengzhi, Chengwa, you definitely wouldn't guess what they did next: they planned to have Old Hu transferred away." Gu Kaishan sneered, "But who the hell are they to transfer him?"

"Old Hu's grandfather is buried in the Red Army Martyrs Cemetery, and Old Hu's father's name is carved on the Laoshan Memorial Monument: come on, let them try to transfer him?"

Lin Sicheng finally understood: where did that line on the archway, 'Three generations of heroes, a legacy of archery and horsemanship,' come from?

"Then, the relatives suddenly started bustling about finding a partner for Old Hu's daughter, and the man was Gao Zhanhong. To be honest, the young man was quite spirited, and the key was that it was a perfect match in social status, so Old Hu was indeed a bit tempted. But Jiajia disagreed; she absolutely refused to meet him—"

After a pause, Gu Kaishan suddenly laughed: "Fortunately, it didn't happen!"

Lin Sicheng was dumbfounded: No—Gu Shu, is this a question of whether it's good or not?

This is called being decisive and swift—given this cousin-in-law's personality, this matter could never have happened in the first place.

Bureau Chief Hu held up the documents and refused to sign, that was in the summer, right? That would be around May or June, and the other side's lobbying must have been at that time too.

When the lobbying failed and pulling strings from above didn't work, they decided to pivot and try a marriage alliance. So that timeline should be around July.

And then, the brilliant part came: three months later, Lin Siping happened to be cornered at home by Bureau Chief Hu.

Coincidentally, this cousin-in-law was exactly three months pregnant?

Just ask, was this pregnancy conceived in July?

The timing was so precise that if someone told Lin Sicheng this was a coincidence, he wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.

Subconsciously, the scene from when they left the building flashed through Lin Sicheng's mind: the arm in the wedding dress swept down, and the three wine glasses fell to the ground with a thud—

Sure enough, a tiger daughter of a military family: compared to this cousin-in-law, Lin Siping was as pure as a primary school student?

Lin Sicheng had a strange look on his face: "Then what about the shooting range, was it approved?"

"No!" Gu Kaishan shook his head, "I heard they planned to re-select the site, but it was rejected by those above. Now there is only one way: apply to expand the land area. Not to mention whether the procedures are easy to approve, just that area has over eighty households; excluding everything else, the relocation costs alone are around fifty million. And the entire training base investment is only a little over thirty million—"

These fifty million are just the demolition costs for the villagers. Then there's the re-planning, re-pre-approval, re-agricultural-to-non-agricultural conversion—let's calculate it conservatively, is one hundred million enough?

Marrying a wife can save one hundred million; where can you find such a good deal?

Besides, no one says you have to spend your whole life together after marrying; it's not like you can't divorce?

Unfortunately, Lin Siping appeared out of nowhere.

If it were him in Hu Kun's shoes, or even that Young Master Gao, he would have put a sack over Lin Siping's head long ago.

So, today's Hu Kun was completely aiming to ruin this marriage. Unfortunately, Lin Sicheng appeared out of nowhere?

The so-called new grudges and old hatreds, just when he was worried about not finding a soft persimmon to strike at, he had delivered himself to the door.

He didn't have a father who was a station chief or a father-in-law who was a deputy bureau chief; he was at least easier to deal with than Lin Siping or Gu Ming.

Therefore, that bag of candy under the gear shift was just the other side leaving themselves an out. If necessary, as long as they wanted, they could replace it with the real thing at any time. Whether it could be cleared up in the end didn't matter, and whether he died didn't matter either, as long as they could ruin the marriage between the two families.

A glint flashed in the depths of Lin Sicheng's eyes: when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer.

"Gu Shu, does Bureau Chief Hu know?"

"Of course, otherwise how would I know? But he only found out recently, around mid-October. Fearing the other side would use underhanded tactics, the marriage between Siping and Hu Jia was rushed—but don't worry, they won't be able to cause a scene!" Gu Kaishan emphasized, "At least not today."

Lin Sicheng sighed.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time he had tasted the beating of a Second Generation: doing whatever they wanted, arrogant and vicious, ready to take a life the moment they struck.

So, is it just that they won't be able to cause a scene?

The lead car was a Pasat, not exactly luxurious, but new enough: it had only been registered the day before.

Following behind were several black sedans carrying the bride's elders, and in the middle was a tourist bus carrying the remaining friends and relatives.

Standard and proper, not overly extravagant, let alone high-profile; it was just right.

They had been delayed at the bride's home for quite a while, so no one dared to cause trouble here; they just blocked the way symbolically and sprayed a few tubes of confetti.

After letting the newlyweds in, the emcee had a group of young men drag Lin Siping's parents out. The father-in-law was dressed in a purple-red official robe and wore an official hat made from a wine box, while the mother-in-law was painted with matchmaker makeup.

Then, they caused a scene from the parking lot into the banquet hall, from the banquet hall onto the stage, and from the stage to the guest tables, with bursts of laughter one after another.

——

After causing a scene for a while, they let the father-in-law and mother-in-law go change their clothes, and the hall became much quieter.

A few classmates craned their necks, searching at the back: the newlyweds were not there; they must have gone to change their wedding attire. Several best men and bridesmaids were sitting at the tables toward the back of the banquet hall.

Counting again: six bridesmaids, five best men—huh, one best man missing?

Looking carefully, neither Lin Sicheng nor Gu Ming were there.

Yang Jin looked outside: "The Santana isn't there; they must not have come back!"

He Zonghua said with a mocking tone: "Could it be they realized the act flopped, were afraid of losing face, and didn't dare to come back?"

Xu Boqing shook his head: "Rest assured, Lin Sicheng is simply not that kind of personality!"

Indeed.

With Lin Sicheng's temperament, even if he were to fall flat on his face on the stage of a student assembly, the first thing he would do is check what it was that tripped him. Next, he would consider whether to trip it back, and only finally would he consider whether to get back up.

As for whether it was embarrassing, that was completely outside the scope of his feelings.

Besides, it wasn't him acting in a play, was it?

Thinking this to themselves, the few of them looked toward the table opposite the catwalk.

Li Xinfang was turning a Tea Cup, speaking in a low voice, while Li Zhen was absent-minded, glancing outside from time to time.

Immediately after, Li Zhen said something, and Li Xinfang turned her head abruptly to look outside. Then, the two of them stood up and walked toward the entrance of the hall.

Are Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming back?

Several classmates had this thought and looked outside. But they didn't see a Santana, nor did they see Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming.

Only a taxi was parked at the entrance, and a tall girl was paying the fare.

When she turned around, several classmates couldn't help but be stunned: Tsk tsk, are beauties gathering together?

Beauties are very common; there are plenty on television. But in reality, if they are bare-faced, if they are just wearing a random set of clothes, and yet just one look can make people feel stunned, that is truly rare.

For example, the one who claimed to be Lin Sicheng's Assistant just now, and for another, the one about to enter before their eyes.

If one were to make a comparison, He Yunzhi at the same table, and Li Xinfang, who carried her own aura and had an extremely strong presence, didn't measure up.

Ning Hui looked envious: "So pretty, and such a good figure—if only I grew up looking like that?"

Nonsense, what woman wouldn't want to look like that?

Secretly grumbling, Luo Shengyuan felt suspicious again: "Eh, do they know each other?"

The few of them were stunned for a moment: Don't they obviously know each other?

The girl entered the hall, Li Xinfang and Li Zhen went up to meet her, and the three of them were chatting and laughing, clearly acquainted.

After saying a few words, Li Zhen turned her head, pointed, and the three of them walked toward the reception desk.

They only thought it was to take the girl to give a gift, but halfway there, they were stopped by a woman.

No, they were originally heading toward this woman: the girl smiled softly, as if calling out "Auntie," and then the two of them held hands.

Looking at the other one: in her early forties, very beautiful, and also very elegant—eh, Lin Sicheng's mom?

Together in high school for three years, out of ten parent-teacher meetings, at least eight times the homeroom teacher would specifically name Lin Sicheng's mother to attend.

Because Lin Sicheng studied well enough, and even more because his mother was a teacher, sharing experiences with parents that hit the nail on the head.

Therefore, the few classmates certainly wouldn't misidentify her.

He Yunzhi narrowed her eyes: "Who is this, a relative of Lin Sicheng's family?"

He Zonghua thought for a moment: "If she is a relative of Lin Sicheng, she must be from his father's side, like a cousin from an uncle's family or something. If she were a cousin from an aunt's family, she wouldn't come to eat at Lin Siping's banquet. But why is she so close to Lin Sicheng's mother?"

They were indeed quite close, even more so than with that Lecturer Li, whom they had previously mistaken for Lin Sicheng's girlfriend but who claimed to be his assistant?

"Haha, didn't I say they were acting?" Luo Shengyuan said with a "ha," "Look, look quickly, look at that Lecturer Li's expression?"

It was indeed a bit strange: as if she were very envious?

Eh, that's not right—this is Lin Sicheng's mom and Lin Sicheng's cousin, what are you envious of?

Just as they were suspicious, Lin Siping's mother walked over, and Lin Sicheng's mother seemed to be introducing her.

Looking at the girl, Lin Siping's mother had an "auntie smile" on her face.

A group of classmates looked strange: if she were a relative of the Lin family, how could she not know the hostess of today's wedding banquet?

Subconsciously, a strange thought popped into their minds: it couldn't be—Lin Sicheng's girlfriend?

Just as they were guessing wildly, the girl said something, and Lin Sicheng's mother's expression changed, and she ran out of the hotel.

The girl followed closely behind her, and Li Xinfang and Li Zhen followed behind them.

Lin Siping's mother also wanted to go out, but was stopped by Li Xinfang.

"Why is Lin Sicheng's mother so panicked? Did something happen to Lin Sicheng?"

"That shouldn't be, right?"

"Eh, that's hard to say? Just now Lin Sicheng's father left in a hurry, and I was wondering: he's the host, why did he leave the guests behind?"

Several classmates looked at each other.

On the other side, Gao Zhanhong stared at the entrance: "Who is that woman?"

Knowing who he was asking about, Hu Kun shook his head: "I don't know. But the older one should be Lin Siping's aunt, the mother of that Best Man today—"

When the engagement was held at the Hu Mansion, the Lin family sent a table, including Lin Chengzhi and Jiang Yanfei. Looking at the couple's appearance, they were seven or eight parts similar to Lin Sicheng; Hu Kun could match them even with his eyes closed.

Gao Zhanhong laughed: "Haha, no wonder?"

Thinking about it, they must have just found out that their son had been in a car accident.

But it's fine, just a rear-end collision, they should be back soon.

But in a moment, there will be a good show to watch—

He tapped the table: "How do you want to take revenge?"

Hu Kun thought for a moment: "Whether I can take revenge is secondary; the key is to be able to get things done."

For that Training Base, his mom and dad mortgaged their house and borrowed from every relative, investing a full three million plus.

If that money goes down the drain, their whole family can only jump off a building.

"It doesn't conflict!" Gao Zhanhong shook his head, "You can ruin today's event and get your revenge at the same time; killing two birds with one stone."

"What if Gu Kaishan interferes?"

"Rest assured: he's just a godparent, he doesn't even count as a godson, how much effort can he really put in?"

Hu Kun nodded: "Then send him in!"

Whenever he thought of Lin Sicheng snapping off three cup ears and looking at him coldly, Hu Kun wanted to grit his teeth: Feeling like you're pretty hot stuff, huh?

I'll let you know: who is the real badass—

While secretly fuming, Hu Kun narrowed his eyes: "They're back!"

Hu Kun turned his head and saw a Santana drive into the parking lot.

The battered Santana had barely stopped when two people surrounded it.

One was his own mother, the other his godmother.

——

Gu Ming checked his watch, looking bewildered: "No—it's almost twelve o'clock, aren't you guys attending the wedding?"

His mother glared at him: "Your dad isn't even here, what wedding could there be?"

Gu Ming realized belatedly: his dad was the Matchmaker; if the Matchmaker didn't take the stage, how could the wedding start?

Looking at the main hall again: sure enough, the stage was empty, and the hall was quiet?

"How did you crash?" Jiang Yanfei looked at the rear of the Santana, inspecting it up and down, "Are you two hurt?"

"No, just a standard rear-end collision, the traffic police have already handled it!" Gu Ming said calmly, "How did you know? Did my dad tell you?"

How would Gu Kaishan say something like that?

If it weren't for Ye Anning asking if Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming's car had been rear-ended and if they were back, they would still be in the dark.

Then, upon asking further: Lin Chengzhi wasn't there, and Gu Kaishan wasn't there either?

It's no exaggeration; at that moment, Gu Ming's mother and Jiang Yanfei were scared into a cold sweat: one was the Matchmaker, the other was the Big Boss, and they had abandoned the wedding and left dozens of tables of guests unattended—it showed just how bad the crash must have been.

They called, and both Lin Chengzhi and Gu Kaishan said they were fine, but the two mothers refused to believe it.

"Where is Lin Sicheng? Where are your dad and your godfather?"

"They're in the Accord, Lin Sicheng drives super slow—" After replying, Gu Ming pointed, "Isn't that them coming now?"

Everyone looked over in unison: the Accord drove into the parking lot, and the one driving was indeed Lin Sicheng.

When Lin Chengzhi and Gu Kaishan got out of the car, the two women complained at length: it was just a minor rear-end accident, yet they had abandoned the guests and run off?

Especially Gu Kaishan: with him gone, the ceremony couldn't even begin.

Gu Kaishan offered a few perfunctory words, sneering inwardly: what's a rear-end collision worth?

Someone wants to send your sons away, do you two know that?

Thinking this over, he gave a wink to two young men sitting at a table by the floor-to-ceiling window, and the two nodded slightly.

These two were his apprentices; though they looked young, they were veteran criminal police with ten years of service. They weren't doing anything today except keeping an eye on the Santana.

Then, Gu Kaishan looked at Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming: the meaning was for them not to panic.

The two nodded in unison.

Gu Ming's mother was too busy worrying about Gu Ming to notice Gu Kaishan acting up; seeing him unhurried, she urged him repeatedly: "Hurry up, the bride's family is going to get angry!"

"Who, old Hu?" Gu Kaishan let out a "Ha": "What the hell does he have to be angry about?"

If it weren't for my godson today, his daughter would be waiting to remarry.

Let him try getting angry at me and see what happens?

Gu Kaishan walked into the hall unhurriedly and searched ahead.

Seeing him, Hu Chenguang waved his hand, signaling him to come over.

Old Hu, of course, still didn't know what had happened, let alone why his Matchmaker had slipped away at such a critical moment.

But after years of friendship, he wouldn't make a scene over such a small matter.

Sure enough, Hu Chenguang flashed his big front teeth, smiling quite happily.

Nodding, Gu Kaishan looked at Lin Sicheng: "Chengwa, you sit at the vice table later!"

"Alright, Gu Shu!"

"Old Lin, Teacher Jiang, shall we head over?"

After giving instructions, the two couples walked toward the main table. Gu Ming poked Lin Sicheng with his elbow: "Why did my dad ask you to sit at the vice table?"

"The vice table is all leaders."

He understood: it was safe to sit there.

There were quite a few leaders from the public security sector here today; maybe Lin Sicheng knew some of them.

"Chengwa, are you going alone, or are you bringing someone? If you go, who are you taking?" Gu Ming said teasingly, "How about you take me, at least there won't be a fight."

Lin Sicheng looked helpless: Take you? Are you out of your mind?

Gu Ming, are you blind?

"If you're not taking me, you're not taking me, why are you glaring at me?" Gu Ming didn't understand, feeling Lin Sicheng's gaze drifting behind him, and he turned around subconsciously.

Then, he jumped: Holy—

"No—Cousin Ye, why do you walk without making a sound?"

"You were the one spacing out the whole time!" Ye Anning smiled, "I was at the door when Aunt Jiang and Aunt Liu (Gu Ming's mother) were talking to you. If you don't believe me, ask Xinfang—"

Gu Ming nodded vigorously: "Oh, oh, oh—"

At the time, he was only thinking about how to deal with his two mothers and hadn't paid any attention.

Looking now: not only Ye Anning, but Li Xinfang was there too. And, Li Zhen was there as well?

Gu Ming blinked his eyes, his eyeballs rolling and rolling: No—these two can actually stand together?

The key was, how would they sit later?

Ye Anning on the left, Li Zhen on the right, and Lin Sicheng in the middle?

The more Gu Ming thought about it, the more bizarre it felt; he tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't stop it, and a look of schadenfreude appeared on his face.

A raging fire of gossip ignited in his heart, and it even diluted the shadow cast by that bag of white sugar quite a bit.

Watching the show is one thing, but when a brother is in trouble, how could he just sit by and do nothing?

He rolled his eyes: "Chengwa, don't sit at the side table anymore. Just sit at the Best Man's table; it's right next to the guest table. Five best men plus us, exactly ten people—"

Li Xinfang glanced at him: You certainly know how to make arrangements, don't you?

"What about the bridesmaids?"

Gu Ming was exceptionally firm: "Can't we just move them up a table? Don't worry, the leaders won't all show up!"

That was true.

When sending out invitations, they definitely invited two people: the leader and his wife. When arranging seats, they certainly reserved two spots.

But out of ten leaders, nine didn't bring their wives. Unless the relationship was particularly close, like in Gu Kaishan's case.

"The wedding is about to start, you go sit first!" Gu Ming took out a corsage and put it on, "I'm going to go fill a spot!"

One best man was missing, and Lin Sicheng was too lazy to go, so he had to go himself.

After Gu Ming left, Lin Sicheng led them to find their table: it was indeed not far from the side table, the third row counting from the stage.

There were ten tables in the front: four main tables for the elders of both sides and uncles, and four side tables for the leaders. The remaining two tables were arranged for some of Director Hu's colleagues and friends of Lin's father from the business world.

The table was right against the floor-to-ceiling window, so there was no need to arrange anything: Ye Anning sat in the inner seat, Li Xinfang sat next to her, and Li Zhen sat next to Li Xinfang.

Lin Sicheng naturally sat next to Ye Anning, exactly face-to-face with Li Zhen.

Li Xinfang sighed inwardly: See, was it only Gu Ming who overthought things?

How could a situation where Li Zhen sat on the left, Ye Anning sat on the right, and Lin Sicheng sat in the middle possibly happen?

Had the three of them lost their minds?

Looking closely again, the expressions of all three were quite natural, especially Ye Anning and Li Zhen, who were chatting and laughing.

Having been influenced by what she had seen and heard since childhood, Li Xinfang could at least tell: the two were not just going through the motions, nor were they pretending; they were just like this normally.

Tsk tsk, Lin Sicheng's skills were quite high?

Li Xinfang was secretly amazed, and the classmates opposite her were even more curious than she was.

Li Zhen, who claimed to be Lin Sicheng's Assistant, sat opposite them, yet this girl who arrived later and was impossibly beautiful sat by Lin Sicheng's side?

Come on, guess, what is their relationship?

Looking closely again: although they were chatting, this girl would occasionally grab a handful of melon seeds for Lin Sicheng, and occasionally peel a candy. Whenever his cup was slightly empty, she would fill it up for Lin Sicheng.

And it was extremely natural, as if it were always like this?

The key was, the way she looked at Lin Sicheng—

Naturally, the thought that had been suspected before popped up again: Is this one actually Lin Sicheng's girlfriend?

Looking at He Yunzhi next to them, subconsciously, several classmates compared them: The difference wasn't just a little bit, was it?

Having just experienced it once, how could He Yunzhi not know what they were thinking? For a moment, she was neither angry nor hateful.

She could only try hard to control her expression, pretending to be nonchalant. But inside, she was cursing non-stop: Lin Sicheng, you bastard!

Just as she was secretly gritting her teeth, Xu Boqing opposite her gave an "Eh": "Li Guojun?"

Luo Shengyuan was confused: "Who is Li Guojun?"

"Li Xinfang's dad, the boss of Tong Sheng Ji. The person next to him is his Partner, General Manager Jin. His craftsmanship is extremely high, a master of Imitating the Ancients Bronze—"

Luo Shengyuan was startled: Tsk tsk, are they all big bosses with net worths in the hundreds of millions?

He certainly didn't know Li Guojun or General Manager Jin, but if one mentioned Tong Sheng Ji, it couldn't be more famous: this shop occupied more than half of the Imitating the Ancients bronze business in Xijing.

At least thirty percent of the fake bronze Cultural Relics circulating in the northwestern provinces were imitated from Tong Sheng Ji.

As these thoughts turned, Luo Shengyuan was suspicious: "Eh, are they shaking hands with Lin Sicheng?"

Xu Boqing took a look: They were indeed shaking hands, but strangely, Li Guojun was actually hunching his back?

Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming were sworn brothers, and Li Guojun was Gu Ming's future father-in-law; it wasn't strange that the two knew each other.

But he was an elder after all; it would have been fine just to say hello, so how could they be shaking hands?

And, why was his attitude so respectful?

Xu Boqing looked lost and glanced at Luo Shengyuan. Luo Shengyuan was even more lost than him: If you don't know, how would I know?

The two were just passing by, being led forward by the host. If Li Xinfang hadn't shouted "Dad," Li Guojun wouldn't have seen them at all.

Lin Sicheng knew both of these people; when the Research Center was unveiled, he had specifically gone to deliver a gift: a bronze statue of a Tang lady carved by the master of copper carving, Zhang Yuecheng, during the Republic of China period.

This person was unusually famous; the Xuantong Eight Seals after Puyi ascended the throne were carved by him. This included the official seals and Prince seals of royal relatives and nobles like Zaitao and Zaize, the presidential seals of Xu Shichang and Duan Qirui, and after the liberation, the official seals of Zhou and Marshal Zhu were also carved by him.

After the founding of the country, he also carved one: "Seal of the Central People's Government of the People's Republic of China."

Therefore, although it was only a Republic of China bronze sculpture, it was worth at least over one million.

Although he hadn't seen these two much and hadn't seen them for a long time, it was impossible to pretend not to know them, so Lin Sicheng also stood up: "General Manager Li, General Manager Jin!"

The two followed the sound and looked over, their eyes lit up, and they quickly walked around.

The two shook hands with Lin Sicheng one after another and apologized: "Teacher Lin, I'm sorry, we really didn't notice!"

"The week before last, I even asked Gu Ming if you were coming, and he said you might not be able to make it."

Lin Sicheng smiled: The week before last, he was still in Beijing, and it wasn't certain whether he could come back.

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