CIATB Chapter 158 The Qin Family!
Chapter 158 The Qin Family!
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.
The old Nie family mansion was still immersed in tranquility when the door of Tingyuxuan was gently pushed open.
Zhang Yan had finished washing up and changed into a simple set of casual clothes.
Nie Qingcheng stood in the courtyard, still wearing her black silk nightgown. The morning chill made her instinctively wrap herself tighter in her clothes. Her peach blossom eyes held a hint of worry as she quietly looked at him.
"Really, you don't need me to come with you?" she asked.
"Need not."
Zhang Yan stepped forward and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting?"
"The meeting can be postponed."
Nie Qingcheng stubbornly said, "Qin Changfeng is not so easy to meet."
"That guy is a heartless bastard."
She was well aware of Qin Changfeng's reputation in the military and in Beijing circles.
That person was even more unfathomable and ruthless than her grandfather, Nie Qingyun.
She was worried about Zhang Yan going there alone.
Zhang Yan smiled.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, his chin gently resting on the top of her head.
"rest assured."
"I'll be right back."
His voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable power, instantly calming all of Nie Qingcheng's anxiety.
She stopped talking, but stretched out her arms and hugged his waist tightly.
A moment later, Zhang Yan released her and turned to walk towards the warehouse in the backyard.
Nie Qingcheng stood there, watching his figure disappear into the morning mist, until the engine's unique, almost inaudible hum sounded, then she turned and went back into the house.
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In the early morning in Beijing, the traffic has not yet reached its peak.
A matte black phantom, like a ghost, silently traversed the ring road.
It has no tires, hovers five centimeters off the ground, and moves so fast that it leaves only a blur.
"Holy crap! What was that thing that just flew by?"
A driver waiting at a red light rubbed his eyes, thinking he was still half asleep.
"It looks like... a motorcycle? No, it doesn't have wheels!"
My friend in the passenger seat also leaned out, his face full of shock.
A few seconds later, a video appeared on Weibo and Douyin.
The title is simple and direct.
[#Wheelless Flying Machine Spotted in Beijing#]
The video footage is somewhat blurry, showing only a dark shadow that flashes past the person filming the video at an unbelievable speed.
The comments section exploded instantly.
"Special effects, right? This speed is incredible; even a fighter jet flying low wouldn't be this exaggerated!"
"Hey upstairs, can your special effects be this realistic? Even the light and shadow reflections on the ground match perfectly?"
"What kind of cutting-edge technology is this? Have aliens come to Earth?"
"I just saw it on the Fourth Ring Road! Seriously! It disappeared in the blink of an eye! Without even a sound!"
"Location: Third Ring Road! Confirmed! Not special effects! My dashcam captured much clearer footage!"
Soon, more videos from different angles and with greater clarity were uploaded.
The internet was in an uproar.
Countless military enthusiasts and tech geeks began analyzing these videos frame by frame.
"From an aerodynamic perspective, this is absolutely top-notch industrial design! It's brimming with raw, visceral aesthetics!"
"The key point is its propulsion system! Silent levitation! This violates all the laws of physics we currently know! Could it be anti-gravity technology?"
"I've already sent the video to my advisor at the aerospace institute, and he said... if this thing isn't a fake, then its technological level is at least fifty years ahead of Earth's!"
In no time, Cheng Ying's photos and videos spread across the entire internet at a viral speed.
From the curious onlookers of ordinary netizens to the frenzied discussions in the tech world, and then to... the high level of attention from certain special departments.
Zhang Yan, the mastermind behind all of this, was completely unaware of it.
He just felt that the road conditions in Beijing seemed exceptionally good today.
【Cheng Ying】In the complex traffic, she moves as easily and freely as a fish swimming in the water.
Soon, a vast, heavily guarded manor came into view.
Red walls and green tiles, with two armed sentries standing at the entrance.
The Qin family's old residence.
【Chengying】slowed down slowly and landed silently in a secluded corner fifty meters away from the gate.
As soon as Zhang Yan got out of the car, he saw Qin Xiao pacing anxiously back and forth at the door.
Upon seeing Zhang Yan, he felt as if he had seen a savior and hurriedly ran to greet him.
"Brother Yan! You've finally arrived!"
His gaze was immediately drawn to [Cheng Ying], who was standing to the side.
The sleek body, the hollow "wheel hubs," and the cold, futuristic metallic texture.
Even when it's just sitting there quietly, it exudes a fatal attraction.
Qin Xiao's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
He forcibly looked away from the car, lowered his voice, and said to Zhang Yan.
"Brother Yan, my dad... he has a bad temper."
"If he says anything unpleasant later, please don't take it to heart."
"He's such an old-fashioned guy, he sees everyone as a spy."
He looked nervous, afraid that Zhang Yan might turn around and leave if he got upset.
Zhang Yan looked at him and smiled indifferently.
"Let's go."
He took the lead and walked towards the gate.
Qin Xiao quickly followed and led the way.
After walking through a long passageway lined with evergreen pines and cypresses, the two arrived at an antique-style courtyard house.
There was only one person sitting in the living room.
A middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit, with a dignified face and an imposing presence.
He was sitting upright in the main chair, holding a steaming cup of tea in his hand, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
It was Qin Changfeng.
His gaze fell on Zhang Yan the moment he entered the room.
That gaze, unlike Old Master Nie's, did not carry a scrutinizing or deliberate quality.
It also differs from Nie Zhenbang's, which carries the oppressive and sharp qualities of a soldier.
Qin Changfeng's gaze was calm.
It was as calm as a bottomless ancient well.
You can't see the bottom, and you can't guess what's hidden beneath the well water.
But beneath that calm, Zhang Yan sensed an aura more dangerous than any oppressive force.
It's a kind of absolute confidence that comes from being in a high position for a long time and having control over everything.
"Dad, Yan-ge is here."
Qin Xiao steeled himself and spoke.
Qin Changfeng seemed not to hear, and continued to quietly watch Zhang Yan without speaking or making any move.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Qin Xiao's forehead was already sweating.
He knew this was his father's usual way of putting him in a tough spot.
He wanted to speak up and say something for Zhang Yan, but Zhang Yan stopped him with a calm look in his eyes.
Zhang Yan met Qin Changfeng's gaze calmly, without flinching or avoiding it.
He even had a polite smile on his face.
The two stared at each other silently.
One was a powerful and ruthless figure who held military power.
One of them is a mysterious visitor who possesses a heaven-defying system.
Time passed, second by second.
In the end, it was Qin Changfeng who made the first move.
He slowly put down his teacup, and a ripple finally appeared in his calm eyes.
"Get out."
He said to Qin Xiao.
"dad!"
Qin Xiao was startled.
"go out."
Qin Changfeng's voice remained calm, yet carried an unquestionable air of command.
Qin Xiao glanced at Zhang Yan, then at his father, and finally, reluctantly, withdrew.
He knew that the conversation that followed was no longer something he could participate in.
The door was closed.
In the large living room, only Zhang Yan and Qin Changfeng remained.
Qin Changfeng raised his hand and pointed to the chair opposite him.
"sit."
His voice rang out for the first time.
His voice was hoarse yet steady.
Zhang Yan didn't stand on ceremony and went straight over to sit down.
The sitting posture is casual and relaxed.
It was as if he wasn't there for an "interview," but rather to visit a friend.
His posture caused Qin Changfeng's pupils to contract almost imperceptibly.
Qin Changfeng picked up his teacup again and blew on it.
"Young man, would you like some tea?" he asked.
"Thank you, I'm not thirsty," Zhang Yan replied.
Qin Changfeng's hand paused for a moment.