The Chinese Embassy in South Africa, Ma Rulong, is a burly man. He joined the army at the age of 16. After going through the battlefield, he developed a body of steel and steel will, and was directly selected into the National Security Bureau. Then, in a place where wars have been chaotic for many years, he volunteered to come.

At this time, he was holding a note in his hand, which clearly stated: "About the Sino-Japanese War, please come to xx restaurant to see you."

Ma Rulong thought for a long time, turned around and said to the guard, "Send a car."

Ye Feng was waiting quietly in the restaurant. When he saw a red flag car coming outside the restaurant, he smiled and lowered his head indifferently.

Ma Rulong walked into the restaurant, looked around, and like an eagle-eyed person, he strode to Ye Feng, sat down, and asked, "Who are you?"

"From the seniority, I should call you Uncle Ma. I hope that after I raise my head, you should not be surprised or tell anyone that I have seen me here, because if you leak it, you will treat my life as a joke." Ye Feng's magnetic voice made Ma Rulong frown, and he asked, "Who are you?"

After hearing this, Ye Feng raised his head, and a soft compatible expression appeared on his face.

After Ma Rulong saw the person in front of him, his expression froze and he said in a trembling voice: "Ye, Ye Feng? Are you General Xiao Ye?"

Ye Feng hurriedly raised his finger, made a gesture of silence, and said, "The Buddha said, "You can't say, you can't say."

"You have been missing for three years. I have been secretly tracking your news. There has been no news. I just feel like you are performing a secret mission alone. Why do you suddenly appear here?" Ma Rulong asked.

"Haha, since it's a secret mission, Uncle Ma, you should not ask, but I'm here and there is another mission that I can't complete by myself and I need your assistance." Ye Feng said, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ye Feng has many kinds of smiles, but this time now is different from every time before. There are small conspiracies, small helplessness, and a little helplessness and gentleness.

"General Xiao Ye, I, Lao Ma, admire someone like you. Just give me instructions if you have any questions." Ma Rulong said generously.

"I want to hold a concert in the Johannesburg Stadium, with the purpose of attracting international public opinion for our national war. I hope you can help me contact the South African government. Uncle Ma, I will give you 100 million now." Ye Feng said, taking out a Swiss bank account number from his arms and put it on the table.

Ma Rulong immediately pushed him back.

Ye Feng gently pressed his hand and said, "I want the one-night use right in Johannesburg. I also need you to help find the best lights in the world and the band. This concert is free. I believe there will be many people, and there will be more in the future. So, I need the soldiers in South Africa now to help me maintain order."

Ma Rulong nodded silently. When Ye Feng stopped talking, Ma Rulong said: "The State Council of South Africa and I have a great friendship, so other things are easy to handle. It's just a concert, and it's not difficult for a country. But if soldiers are mobilized, I think General Xiao Ye, you will speak more than me."

"Haha, Uncle Ma, if I hold this concert in another identity, they will probably not be so well ordered. At that time, I will disguise myself as another person."

"Well, that's right. This matter cannot be known to anyone. If people in this world know that it is you, if you appear in the stadium, maybe there are many snipers aiming at you. Although I have many questions now, don't worry, I won't ask you any questions. Moreover, I won't tell anyone about what you met with me today. But at least you have to tell me what the person you want to disguise is, right? And after the disguise is done, I can promote you what you look like."

Ye Feng nodded with a smile. Afterwards, he picked up the crutch at hand, stood up, and said, "I know your email address. I will send you the email address later. Okay, that's it today. Uncle Ma, you must keep the matter confidential. Even if my mother or Chairman Dongfang asks it personally, you must not tell it out, because only you and I know about this matter now. If the third person knows it, this matter will definitely be no longer strict. You have been in the National Security Bureau and know that some things can only be single-line."

"Okay, I understand."

Ye Feng smiled, turned around and left, first moved forward with a crutch, then used the force to support him, stepped over his left leg, and then took over the pierced right leg.

Ma Rulong's face changed. He raised his hand and was about to speak, but he swallowed it into his stomach because he thought that it was normal for such a soldier to be injured.

But Ma Rulong didn't realize that even Ye Feng himself didn't know that his current approach was to devote himself to his entire life until his death.

He can't fight anymore, but in trouble in the country, he is still using other methods to do what he should do.

Ma Rulong remembered how quick and sharp he saw his back in some videos. But now, it was clearly Ye Feng's back, but it gave people a feeling of vicissitudes.

"Oh~" Ma Rulong sighed, picked up the note with the Swiss bank account and password written on it, and carefully put it in his arms.

The tiger princess has found a quiet place to rest, a small village on the edge of the city, with a small bridge and flowing water house with exotic style.

Ye Feng didn't expect that the family spoke Portuguese. Fortunately, he understood these languages, otherwise there would be something wrong.

Because during the day, Ye Feng brought a lot of clothes and things to the village, so people in the entire village have a good impression of Ye Feng and the tiger princess.

Ye Feng held the black daughter of the family in his arms and asked in Portuguese: "What is your wish? Tell uncle, you can help you realize it."

"I want to go to school~"

After hearing this, Ye Feng smiled slightly and felt bitterness in his heart. Because such questions and answers are common in TV. Many times, everyone would think that it was a specific situation and had already set an answer. Ye Feng once thought so. But now he seemed to understand that this seemed to be the voice of every child.

Ye Feng gently put the child down, silently lit a cigarette, and started to vomit. It took him a long time to say, "Can you go and listen to your uncle sing in a few days?"
Chapter completed!