Time was urgent, and Zhang Menglong directly took a private jet with Elder Zhou to Yanjing. At Yanjing airport, a military jeep was already waiting for them.
In the car was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties to fifties, radiating an iron-like aura. Zhang Menglong could tell he was from the military even without him wearing a uniform.
"Elder Zhou, you've arrived!"
"How's your father doing now?" Elder Zhou asked. "Oh, let me introduce you, this is General Qin's son and Qin Feng's father, Qin Shouzheng."
"Shouzheng, this is Menglong, you know of him."
"Hello, Uncle Qin," Zhang Menglong had seen this man many times on television, but this was the first time he met him in reality, and his demeanor was even more distinguished than the image on TV commanding thousands of troops.
"Hello, I've heard Qin Feng mention you," Qin Shouzheng said to Zhang Menglong with a slight bow, "Thank you for the gift you gave my father; our Qin family owes you one."
