Chapter 706 - 684:
Outside Elder Pang’s mansion, a black Red Flag car came to a stop.
A security guard hurriedly got out of the car and then opened the rear door, respectfully inviting the person in the car to step out. Today, Mr. Liu had decided to persuade Elder Pang to come out of his worldly withdrawal. Perhaps, this was a way to make amends for his own past mistakes. He was full of vim, hoping to present his best self to Elder Pang. After all, the two elders were classmates from the same year, having graduated from the Central Party School.
"Salute!" The two security guards at Elder Pang’s residence immediately snapped to attention and respectfully ushered Mr. Liu inside. To the security guards, the faces of the big shots from the Central were etched in their memories. A big shot’s face was the most effective pass, allowing them unimpeded access throughout Beijing City.
Mr. Liu nodded satisfactorily and then walked inside, as the security guard had already rushed in to report his arrival. Elder Pang was in the back garden tending to the flowerbeds. Hearing that Mr. Liu had arrived, he was taken aback and wondered, "What’s this old codger doing here?"
"General, shall we receive him?" The security guard hurriedly asked.
"Hmph, he’s already inside, is there still a question of receiving him or not!" Elder Pang snorted coldly, a sly glint flashed in his eyes, then he strode into the bedroom as if on wings, which startled the security guard; Elder Pang had always walked slowly, but today, upon hearing of the old general’s sprightly pace, even the guard felt a sense of admiration. Stunned, he watched Elder Pang’s retreating figure, remarking, "The older the ginger, the hotter the spice!"
Then, Elder Pang immediately dived under the bed covers, not even taking the time to remove his clothes.
Within two minutes, Mr. Liu strolled in, cleared his throat, and said, "Old Pang, I’ve come to see you!"
"Who’s there?" Elder Pang, lying on his side at the head of the bed, said leisurely, "I’m unwell today, so I can’t get up to greet you, sorry!"
"Uh..." Not only Mr. Liu, but even the security guard couldn’t help but be stunned, looking at Elder Pang lying at the head of the bed. Wasn’t he just fine a moment ago? How could he suddenly fall ill? The image of the elder’s vigorous walk was still echoing in the guard’s mind when suddenly, he understood: General Pang intended to show some childish petulance. No wonder there’s a saying that the older one gets, the smaller their heart becomes—he seemed to be shrinking with age.
After realizing this, the security guard immediately revealed a mischievous smile and quietly stood aside. Mr. Liu, a bit taken aback, said, "Old Pang, are you really sick? What’s the illness? That won’t do, you must see a doctor quickly. Otherwise, shall I call the doctor for you?"
"That’s enough, no need to fuss over me. Just speak your mind!" Elder Pang lay there, pretending to be weak, but his eyes were sparkling, much like the fiery gaze of Sun Wukong.