105: Zheng Jianfeng was dumbfounded! Something had happened in the military region!

Inside Zheng Jianfeng's office, the two men exchanged knowing, mischievous smiles.

Fatty Wang Fan didn't hide it in the slightest: "Come! Look at my big treasure!"

He pulled the imperial seal of china directly from behind him and placed it on the desk!

The imperial seal of china, several times larger than a palm, came into view!

Zheng Jianfeng was stunned at first.

Then, he looked bewildered: "This..."

He only felt it was stunning enough, because the carving on the imperial seal of china was truly high-end!

The jade quality was excellent, smooth, and beautiful.

Zheng Jianfeng asked suspiciously: "Fatty, what is this thing?"

"Agate? Jade?"

"A gift for me!?"

"Heh..."

When Wang Fan heard "gift," he felt uneasy.

"Big Brother Zheng, you haven't seen this treasure before, have you?"

"Haven't you watched historical dramas? It's the most treasured item of emperors and the like!"

Zheng Jianfeng tilted his head back.

He was a person who liked to ponder and get to the bottom of things.

The most treasured item of ancient emperors?

Let me think... The shangfang sword? A favored concubine? Three thousand beauties in the harem?

None of them were right... They had absolutely nothing to do with this thing in front of him.

Zheng Jianfeng gave a wry smile: "Fatty, I'm not very knowledgeable."

"If you let me ponder it, maybe I can remember, but right now, I truly don't know what it is!"

It looked more like something placed at home, a decoration or the like.

After all... modern technological craftsmanship is becoming increasingly advanced... shoes can be replicated, little red fish can be replicated, and crafts are even easier to reproduce.

Hearing this, Wang Fan shook his head and suddenly shouted: "I, the Emperor!"

*Slap!*

Before Fatty Wang Fan could finish speaking, Zheng Jianfeng jumped in fright and slapped him on the back of his head.

"Dead Fatty, speak properly, you startled me!"

Wang Fan rubbed the back of his head and cleared his throat with a cough.

Holding up the imperial seal of china with one hand, he puffed out his chest and stood proudly... "I, the Emperor, comply with the Mandate of Heaven!"

"Today, I have obtained this imperial seal of china!"

"I, the Emperor, shall inherit the great unified rule!"

"You..."

Wang Fan got carried away and pointed at Lieutenant Colonel Zheng Jianfeng's nose.

He said: "Officer Zheng, why do you not kneel when you see me, the Emperor?"

"It seems... you wish to receive a beating, yes?"

Zheng Jianfeng: ???

His eyes instantly widened.

If he still didn't know what the jade in front of him was now, then he didn't deserve to be a Lieutenant Colonel!

But... Little Fatty, are you trying to fool ghosts here?

And "I, the Emperor"?

Zheng Jianfeng jumped up and delivered another hard slap to the back of Wang Fan's head.

"Dead Fatty, speak properly!"

"Tell me honestly... where did you get the model?"

A model!?

Wang Fan lost the desire to continue playing: "Big Brother Zheng! Does this thing look like a model to you?"

"It was appraised by an Expert! It is the genuine, authentic imperial seal of china!"

"Some rich guy was willing to spend over a billion to buy it!"

Zheng Jianfeng: ???

The imperial seal of china, held in his palm, wobbled. "Seriously!?"

"This is the real imperial seal of china!?"

"No way?"

Zheng Jianfeng's head was buzzing.

Are you kidding me?

The imperial seal of china in his hand was genuine?

"Fatty!?"

"You... where did you get this?"

Zheng Jianfeng's expression was numb.

He was already shocked into a daze.

His head was buzzing constantly, never getting a moment of peace.

Maybe it was because Su Yun had hit him with a "brick" earlier today; his head still hadn't recovered.

Wang Fan greatly enjoyed Zheng Jianfeng's expression, and he took back the imperial seal of china.

Imitating Su Yun's posture on the training ground today, he lightly smacked Zheng Jianfeng on the head with a soft "smack"... "Big Brother Zheng, how is it? Does that feel familiar?"

Zheng Jianfeng: ???

*Buzz*... His head hurt!

Zheng Jianfeng looked at Wang Fan, his face full of disbelief.

Then he looked at the imperial seal of china in Wang Fan's hand.

"Dead Fatty!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"You knew it was the real imperial seal of china and you still used it to hit me on the head!"

Wang Fan belatedly realized his mistake and offered a forced smile: "Brother... I was just thinking of helping you remember..."

It was a good thing Zheng Jianfeng's head was tough.

He instantly flushed red: "Guard! Where are the security guards!?"

"Present!"

The duty guard, holding his rifle, appeared in a flash.

Wang Fan quickly said: "Brother... I was just joking with you!"

Zheng Jianfeng rolled his eyes: "Afraid of what?!"

"Why weren't you afraid when you hit me just now?"

"Didn't you seem to enjoy hitting me?"

Fatty Wang Fan cowered: "Brother... I truly didn't do it on purpose."

"Hand on heart, I really just wanted to help you remember..."

"Um, Brother, have you remembered yet?"

"Oh right, Brother Su hit you twice back then, didn't he?"

"Brother... one hit wasn't enough for you to remember, was it?"

Zheng Jianfeng: "..."

Dead Fatty was truly doing a crazy death-defying jump right on the edge of the red line.

Too lazy to argue.

Zheng Jianfeng rubbed the back of his head and said: "Guard, go!"

"Go inform Regiment Commander Hu!"

"Just say... just say..."

Huh? Wait a minute!

Zheng Jianfeng stopped halfway through his sentence, only then remembering to ask: "Fatty!"

"Where did you find this imperial seal of china?"

*Slap!*

The moment he finished speaking, Fatty Wang Fan lightly slapped the back of Zheng Jianfeng's head.

He took two steps back, trembling nervously, and said cautiously: "Brother, does that feel right?"

"Exactly two hits! You should remember now, right?"

Zheng Jianfeng: ???

The guard at the door: ???

*Gulp!*

The guard swallowed hard, thinking: *What a ruthless man!*

Inside the Steel Regiment, even Regiment Commander Hu wouldn't dare hit Lieutenant Colonel Zheng.

This Little Fatty... is truly fierce!

At this moment.

Zheng Jianfeng's face was flushed red.

Firstly, he felt angry because Dead Fatty had hit him twice.

Secondly, he truly remembered—or rather, guessed—the origin of the imperial seal of china!

All at once.

All the anger and embarrassment vanished into thin air.

In his mind, numerous slide-like images began to gradually appear... pushing a cannon into the Wild River, picking up national defense fiber optic cable by the road, digging up nuclear bomb fragments in a trench... Damn it!

Is it happening again?

Has it started again?!

Can we ever live a normal life?

Just half an hour ago, he had told the Regiment Commander: As long as Brother Su Yun doesn't cause trouble, he's quite adorable!

Thinking about it now... Adorable!?

What the hell is adorable about him!

How long has it been quiet... and now he's brought out an imperial seal of china?

The more Zheng Jianfeng thought about it, the more distraught he became: "Sigh..."

He plopped down onto his chair.

He looked at the imperial seal of china, utterly distressed!

How was he supposed to live like this?

In all his years in the military, he had never met such an incredible person.

Yes, incredible is the word... "Fatty, where... where is my Big Brother Su Yun?"

"Why didn't you bring him along?"

Zheng Jianfeng always felt uneasy if he didn't see Su Yun with his own eyes.

He felt nervous, always sensing that something else was about to happen.

Hearing this, Fatty Wang Fan scratched his head in confusion and said: "Big Brother Zheng."

"Brother Su said he took Chang Wei to find some wild game to try."

"Do you want to see him? I could..."

"Report!"

Before Fatty could finish speaking.

A soldier, covered in dirt and dust, rushed in!

"Lieutenant Colonel! Something bad has happened!"

"Something has happened to our Military Region!"