After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 50 Return to the Zhong Residence

"Xiao Jiang, today's meeting ends here. I will wait for good news here!"

"Director Shen, I'll give you a couple of days off. Take Xiao Jiang to have a good look around Jinling, and wait for news about Minister Kong's transfer to another hospital!"

At the boss's command, Jiang Shiyuan and Shen Yifeng immediately stood up and saluted in a standard military salute, "Yes!"

After leaving the Military Control Commission headquarters building, Jiang Shiyuan felt full of energy. He wanted to fly back to Shanghai immediately, dive into the laboratory, and quickly develop a domestic sulfonamide that could save the country and the people!

She trotted along to keep up with Shen Yifeng's pace and said excitedly, "Instructor, I think Boss Dai is really amazing!"

"Hmm? What's the matter?" Shen Yifeng raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to continue.

"He just spoke and made my blood boil. I wanted to go through fire and water for him immediately, even if it meant death!"

Jiang Shiyuan still feels excited when he thinks about it now.

She deeply admired Boss Dai's ability to control people's hearts and nature. No wonder he was able to command so many employees in the Military Control Commission.

Shen Yifeng looked at the little girl in front of him with a blushing face and excited eyes, and couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

Is this still the “little ice cube” who never showed his emotions when he was receiving secret training in the United States?

It seems that Xiao Wazi's intensive training course on "emotional value" is really effective and has helped him train his beloved disciple to be more like an ordinary person!

"Instructor, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but ask when he saw that Shen Yifeng didn't respond but instead smiled mysteriously.

"Nothing." Shen Yifeng retracted his thoughts, reached out and touched the top of her head, and said with satisfaction: "You are now in a very innocent and naive girlish state, keep it up!"

"Ah?" Jiang Shiyuan was stunned at first, then he realized his own gaffe. Just as he was about to step back, he heard Shen Yifeng continue talking to himself.

"You need to be more like a normal person and do things that girls of your age would do, so that you won't easily arouse suspicion."

Shen Yifeng lowered his voice and reminded her in her ear, "Xiao Shennong, you have to remember that to be a spy, you have to blend in with the crowd without showing off."

Jiang Shiyuan glanced at Shen Yifeng and raised an objection: "With our superior appearance, it would be hard not to stand out, right?"

Shen Yifeng was amused by Jiang Shiyuan's sudden narcissism, "Haha, little girl, how come you have learned to brag about yourself like a woman selling melons?"

Then he quickly became serious, not missing any opportunity to teach her, "It is precisely because our daily appearance is more eye-catching, so when we are carrying out secret missions, the disguise techniques I taught you before will come in handy."

"Agents trained by the Military Control Commission must be able to use at least three different voice styles, dialects, fonts, and character designs. You should be very clear about this."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shiyuan quickly recalled the disguise course the original owner had taken and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, instructor. Currently, I have no pressure in disguising myself as a middle-aged person, an elderly person, or even an adult man!"

"That's good." Shen Yifeng nodded with satisfaction. "When we have a chance to carry out a mission together, I will check carefully to see if your camouflage skills have deteriorated!"

As Jiang Shiyuan's mentor and guide in the spy industry, Shen Yifeng patted her on the shoulder and gave her serious instructions.

"Xiao Shennong, I know that you have strong professional skills, but the Military Control Commission does not lack excellent agents. What it lacks is special talents like you who have high IQ and high education."

"You must work diligently and don't let down the expectations of the Party, the country, the Military Control Commission, the acting boss, and me!"

"Yes, instructor!" Jiang Shiyuan saluted solemnly.

Shen Yifeng looked at his favorite student who was getting closer and closer to perfection, his eyes filled with a doting smile.

"Little Shennong, where do you want to go these days?" Shen Yifeng started the car and turned his head to ask Jiang Shiyuan.

Jiang Shiyuan pondered for a moment, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, "Instructor, I want to go back to the Zhong family's old house first. My grandfather lives there."

"Since I came to Jinling when I was ten years old to send my mother's tablet to the Zhong Clan Ancestral Hall, I have never been back."

"Counting the time, it has been twelve years..."

Shen Yifeng naturally knew the Jinling Zhong family, a family of traditional Chinese medicine with a century-old heritage, which played an important role in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

"I'm sorry to remind you of your late mother again..."

He patted Jiang Shiyuan's shoulder, showing that he understood, "Okay, I'll take you there now."

The black Citroen shuttled through the intricate streets of Jinling City and finally stopped in front of an antique old house.

Above the vermilion gate hangs an ebony plaque with the two large gold-plated characters "Zhong's House" written in a flamboyant style.

The slightly mottled walls and moss-covered stone carvings silently tell the century-old history of this old house.

Jiang Shiyuan and Shen Yifeng couldn't help but sigh that the grandeur and magnificence of the Zhong family's old house was indeed incomparable to that of ordinary people.

The profound heritage of a century of inheritance is evident.

"Then you should accompany Mr. Zhong today. If there is any news from Minister Kong, I will come here to inform you."

Shen Yifeng stopped the car and turned to Jiang Shiyuan and said.

"Okay, thank you instructor." Jiang Shiyuan nodded, pushed open the car door and walked out.

She adjusted the stand-up collar and hem of her black satin cheongsam, carried her small suitcase, and walked to the heavy wooden door of the Zhong family's old house.

Twelve years seem like a lifetime ago. I still remember my childhood wish when I was ten years old. It was not even as tall as a door knocker then, but now I have grown into a graceful young lady.

I just don’t know if grandpa still remembers her, the little granddaughter who loved to follow him around since she was a child and insisted on studying medicine?

The original owner had always been resentful towards the Zhong family and Chinese medicine because his mother died young due to overwork while studying Chinese medicine.

So over the years, she never thought about coming back to visit.

Now that she has taken over the original owner's body, let her help the original owner to reconcile with her grandfather, the Zhong family, and traditional Chinese medicine!

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and gently knocked on the brass door knocker.

"Boom boom boom——"

The dull knock on the door sounded particularly clear in front of the quiet old house.

After a while, the heavy door was opened from the inside, and an old man with gray hair and wearing a navy blue gown stuck his head out.

"Excuse me..."

The doorman, Old Li, was about to ask about the visitor's identity, but when he saw Jiang Shiyuan's face that looked like a young lady, he burst into tears.

"Little Miss?"

Old Li was so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly. He threw down the feather duster in his hand, ran tremblingly behind the screen wall, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Master! Master! The young lady is back! The young lady is finally back!"

"Yes, after twelve years, I'm finally back!"

She sighed softly, then smiled with relief, lifted the hem of her cheongsam, stepped gently over the threshold, and walked in leisurely.

Jiang Shiyuan looked around as he walked, and once again witnessed the luxurious interior of the Zhong family's old house.

With pavilions, towers, rockery and flowing water, carved beams and painted buildings, it feels like being in a Suzhou garden.

Mr. Zhong was originally watering the flowers in the corridor of the inner courtyard. When he saw Lao Li running over in a panic and panting, he was about to reprimand him, but he was shocked by the news he brought.

"What did you say? Xiaoyuan is back?"

Mr. Zhong threw down the copper kettle in his hand, and without waiting for Lao Li to finish speaking, he ran towards the gate at the quickest pace, not looking like a man in his seventies at all.

"My little wish, my dearest granddaughter, you finally decided to come back to see grandpa!"