Chapter 660 - 641:
Elder Pang was very happy today, as having Ye Chen as his grandson was, at least in his view, a joyful matter. In Beijing, several major figures had no descendants, like Elder Pang and Zhang Bufen’s godfather. These influential figures had all fought in the Liberation War and been to the Korean War fronts, so inevitably, their health had suffered during the wars, resulting in them having no children in their lifetimes.
Having a grandson in his old age, Elder Pang was elated. The two hugged and made their way to the dining room, then raised their glasses to drink. After three rounds of drinks, both were a bit tipsy. Elder Pang took a deep breath and asked, "Kid, what do you plan to do about your parents’ revenge?"
"Take revenge on the Church Court!" Ye Chen, holding his cup, said, "This enmity must not be forgotten; the Church Court is an enemy I absolutely despise."
"The Church Court has immense power now, dealing with them won’t be so simple!" Elder Pang consoled him and after a moment of thought, he suggested, "I advise you to take a trip to the UK and get the Prime Minister to join the anti-Church Court organization."
"That’s an idea, but the key is whether they’ll be willing!" Ye Chen said helplessly.
"Don’t worry, he definitely will!" Elder Pang grinned and said, "The UK is currently entangled with issues from the Church Court. Don’t be fooled by the UK’s apparent escape from their control. In reality, many aspects have not freed from them. Their Queen’s coronation and even the Prime Minister’s inauguration must be officiated by someone from the Church Court. Isn’t this an insult to their monarchy and their Prime Minister?"
"That’s true!" Ye Chen nodded, considered the proposal briefly, and while nodding said, "Tomorrow I plan to set off for the Middle East, and while there, make a trip to the UK, hoping to successfully persuade Blair!"
"Good, this drink is to pre-celebrate your success!" Elder Pang raised his glass.
The two continued drinking, finishing two bottles of baijiu, one jin per bottle, both nearly drunk to stupor. Elder Pang was incredibly spirited, swearing to compete in drinking with Ye Chen to the end. But Ye Chen was not weak either. The two progressed from half a jin to a jin, and in the end, Elder Pang simply lay down, still babbling in his drunken state, "Ye Chen, my good grandson, I want to compete with you till the end, not stopping until we’re drunk!"
Ye Chen looked at this man over eighty years old, his frame still incredibly robust. After consuming a jin of baijiu, Ye Chen felt a bit dizzy, washed his face with cold water, and felt much more comfortable, also becoming quite sober. He left Elder Pang’s courtyard, wandered around, and found the vast Beijing City still rather chilly at night. Ye Chen raised his collar and strolled outside.
At this moment, the night was not too dark yet—it was around seven or eight o’clock, just when Beijing people started their nightlife. Street vendors began to shout their wares. Along the streets, many local Beijing artists pinched clay figurines, selling authentic Beijing candied hawthorns and cotton candy.
As Ye Chen emerged from the alley, he noticed two familiar figures ahead. They both wore DSLR cameras around their necks, the long lenses slightly incongruous. They each held a long stick of candied hawthorn in their hands, eating as they walked.