Chapter 14: What does it mean that the woman is like a mountain and the man relies on his face?

Chapter 14: What does it mean that the woman is like a mountain and the man relies on his face?

Zhuang Mingyang is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has made great achievements in both Western and Chinese painting. He is very sensitive to the shape of human facial bones.

So, he has a very sharp eye.

"Your aunt? Are you saying that girl looks like your aunt?" Mr. Zhuang was a little excited.

Zhuang Mingyang shook his head.

Mr. Zhuang stalled instantly.

"Like the personal maid of my aunt." Zhuang Mingyang said with certainty.

Mr. Zhuang's graying brows were twisted into a knot, and he couldn't remember which girl Zhuang Mingyang was talking about.

It has been almost twenty years since then. Who can still remember what the maids in the mansion looked like before the founding of the People's Republic of China?

Only a pervert like Yang Ge'er, who paints those Western paintings and studies human skulls and facial bones all day long, has such good eyesight and memory.

"No, even if she looks like your aunt, the age doesn't match. The girl doesn't look more than 20 years old. If your aunt were still alive and had given birth to that child, the child would be 23 or 24 years old this year. It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

"Oh, Grandpa, I've already told you, it's not the aunt, it's the maid who looks like the aunt. Why can't I explain it to you clearly?"

Zhuang Mingyang was anxious. He really didn't want to hear the word "Auntie".

That woman was like a mountain, standing between his parents for his entire life.

If it weren’t for that so-called aunt, would his mother be so full of resentment towards his father that she would walk away when the family was in the most difficult time?

That woman is the nightmare of their whole family.

"Your aunt got lost with that girl. If we can find that girl, maybe we can get some information about your aunt. Let's find out from the side tomorrow what the situation is like at Yu Zhaodi's family."

Zhuang Mingyang deeply regretted bringing up this matter.

Isn't he just looking for trouble and making things difficult for himself?

At the same time, in the headquarters of a high-security brigade of a special operations force far away in the Southwest Military Region, several black-and-white photos were placed on the table.

Zhuang Luming, Supreme Commander of the Southwest Military Region, picked up a photo and looked at the unclear picture. He always felt that the woman in the photo seemed familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen her.

"The photos are all of backs and profiles. How can we identify the suspect? Is this how the public security department muddles through their work?" Zhuang Luming slammed the photos on the table, very dissatisfied.

"Reporting to the chief, we were the ones who informed our comrades in the public security system first and asked them to only conduct reconnaissance on the periphery and not alert the core members of the criminal group." Mu Bin continued to explain, fearing that the chief would misunderstand his old comrade in the public security system.

"The 3.13 human trafficking criminal gang is connected to an enemy spy codenamed Pipa. Pipa has been lurking in our country for more than years and is as slippery as a loach. We finally found some clues about him, so we dare not be careless." Captain Mu explained.

"Have you decided who will lead the fishing team?" Zhuang Luming didn't want to beat around the bush with the information provided by the police.

This pipa must be caught.

Otherwise, his father would have to feed cattle in Songjiawazi for the rest of his life.

Also, it is very likely that his wife ended up here after she disappeared while pregnant.

Although the hope was slim, he still had fantasy.

I must find them alive or dead. No matter how difficult it is, I must find them even if it takes my whole life.

"Reporting to the commander, two candidates have been chosen. One is Wang Tie, the captain of the Cheetah Commando, and the other is Song Mingchen, the captain of the Haidongqing Commando." Mu Bin replied.

"I've read the information of these two special operations teams, and it seems that Wang Tie's resume is better. What do you think?" Zhuang Luming clicked on the files of the Navy SEALs.

"Commander, if you want my opinion, I recommend Song Mingchen."

"Oh? Why? Tell me."

"Report to the commander, Song Mingchen is more handsome than Wang Tie."

Zhuang Luming was so angry that he laughed.

"What kind of bullshit are you talking about? Can good-looking people get extra points when performing missions?"

"Chief, the role you need to play in this fishing trip is a spokesperson for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who has returned from further studies abroad. Appearance and temperament are very important." Mu Bin explained quickly.

"In addition, spoken English pronunciation must also be standard. Otherwise, with Pipa's cautiousness and suspicion, she will be exposed at the slightest mistake." Mu Bin continued to provide arguments for his statement.

"Although Wang Tie doesn't look bad in appearance and his English is not bad, it depends on who you compare him with. If you compare him with Song Mingchen, he is far behind."

Zhuang Luming suddenly became interested in Song Mingchen.

Logically speaking, although catching a spy is not a small matter, it is not enough to alarm a military district commander of such a high rank as him.

Why did he travel thousands of miles to the special operations force training camp, an uninhabited area hidden in the rolling green hills?

Isn't it just to pick the most capable person to carry out this mission, hoping to vindicate his old man?

"Call these two people over, I want to talk to them in person. Uh, wait, call Song Mingchen first." Zhuang Luming ordered.

The personnel files of special operations forces are highly confidential. There are no photos or real names in the files, only code names and personal resumes.

Therefore, Zhuang Luming was really looking forward to seeing what Song Mingchen, whom Mu Bin praised for his good looks like.

Song Mingchen had no idea that his old leader described his face as comparable to a woman's and described it as good-looking.

If he knew, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood. He hated it most when people talked about his face.

A man relies on his strength, what does it mean to rely on his looks?

At this moment, Song Mingchen was competing in an endurance competition with Wang Tie on the training ground.

Two people lie on the ground and do one-finger push-ups.

The strong muscles demonstrate the masculine strength, beads of sweat keep appearing and dripping on the wheat-colored skin, and the whole person seems to be glowing.

There were more than a dozen soldiers cheering with bare chests: "Eighty-eight, eighty-nine, ninety--"

When he counted to the ninetieth, Wang Tie couldn't bear it anymore. His fingers went limp and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

When Song Mingchen reached the 100th time, he was exhausted and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

As soon as Mu Bin came in, the soldiers who were watching the fun immediately put away their playful smiles and stood at attention and saluted in unison: "Hello, sir!"

Mu Bin returned the salute, "Where's Song Mingchen?"

The soldiers immediately moved to the sides, leaving a gap in the middle, revealing two dead fish lying on the ground, unable to get up.

"Song Mingchen, stand at attention!" Mu Bin shouted.

Song Mingchen jumped up reflexively, not knowing where he got the strength from, and saluted: "Here!"

When Song Mingchen stood in front of Zhuang Luming, Zhuang Luming was stunned when he saw his face which could be described as enchanting.