50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 601 City-wide mobilization

"Boss, can you still recognize me in this disguise?" This time, the words came from 'Second Uncle' in a familiar accent.

"Hiss, you...you are Sun Zhiwei?" Xu Yimin stood up in disbelief and approached Sun Zhiwei, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Then he touched his rough hands and gray hair, and finally exclaimed in amazement: "It's so lifelike, it's amazing. Zhiwei, you're really good at this."

"I spent all night preparing this, and I still have many of the tools I used before. Otherwise, it would have taken more than one night to find so many materials."

“Under normal circumstances, it is only necessary to slightly change a person’s facial features to completely change their appearance, which is why I said that I don’t need to worry about my identity being exposed when I participate in the military parade.”

"I did this because you never believe me, it's also a way of showing off my skills."

"That was a really impressive skill. I've finally witnessed your abilities. No wonder you can always accomplish tasks that others simply can't."

"In that case, I won't stop you from going up to the city wall during the military parade."

"However, if your appearance changes significantly, please send me a photo of your new appearance a day in advance so that I can have your ID remade."

"Understood, I'll bring the new photos over this afternoon."

After finishing their business, Xu Yimin came over again and looked at Sun Zhiwei's old man disguise several more times, but still couldn't find any flaws.

He also asked Sun Zhiwei for some basic makeup knowledge and learned that to completely transform into another person, in addition to makeup, one also needs to learn foreign languages ​​and dialects, wear appropriate clothing, and understand a person's words and actions.

In short, it wasn't so easy to play the role successfully, which is why he gave up the idea of ​​learning a thing or two.

It's just that this technique is too mysterious and difficult to master.

It doesn't even have a formal teaching material; otherwise, he would have loved to have Sun Zhiwei pass on this knowledge to all the special agents in training.

Hearing Xu Yimin talking to himself, Sun Zhiwei also felt a little nervous. It would be too frustrating to be called back to be a teacher.

Because this entire technique, taken together, is exactly what the KGB calls an advanced training course, which they named "Dissolving Technique".

CIA training programs also include similar projects. Even the early days of our village, which was built in a remote area of ​​our home, had a similar training objective.

Even in Russia, among hundreds of thousands of trainees, very few can truly master the "Dissolving Technique".

If Sun Zhiwei didn't use cheat codes, even if he knew the principles of the "Dissolving Technique," it would be extremely difficult for him to replicate it, and teaching others wouldn't be so easy either.

If he were to return to teach students, he wouldn't be sure if he could produce even one or two qualified students in ten years, as the "Dissolving Technique" is extremely dependent on talent.

Fortunately, Xu Yimin himself realized the difficulty involved. Sun Zhiwei was just exceptionally talented, and it would be very difficult for others to reach his level, which dispelled his thoughts.

The two chatted for a while longer when someone knocked on the door. Xu Yimin's busy day was about to begin, and Sun Zhiwei, not wanting to disturb him any further, got up to say goodbye.

To make the act convincing, Xu Yimin even helped Sun Zhiwei by the arm and escorted him to the main gate. Sun Zhiwei also left the diplomatic building as an elderly man.

Sun Zhiwei then went to Wangfujing Shopping Mall, where he removed his makeup in the mall's restroom, revealing his original appearance, and then put on a crisp military uniform. By the time he came out of the mall, it was almost noon.

Today, Sun Hongying went out to rehearse for the celebrations following the military parade, and his wife was not at home. Only the nanny, Yang Guihua, was at home.

So he simply didn't go back, but instead wandered around Wangfujing. This year, Wangfujing was much busier than in previous years, with many people setting up stalls on the streets.

Traffic jams began to appear on the bus route, and large billboards were erected along the street, with advertisements for Feiyue brand televisions occupying half of the street corner.

Not only are there more cars, but there are also more people, and people's living standards have improved.

He saw a brand-new, bright red sofa on a tricycle coming from the roadside. A young man and woman were sitting on the sofa, their smiles never fading.

Judging from their clothes, they didn't seem to be from wealthy families. In the past, even if ordinary families wanted to buy furniture, they would never buy ready-made furniture.

In most cases, a carpenter would be hired to build it at home, and sofas would not appear on the list of 72-legged furniture in an ordinary household.

National Day is just around the corner, and this year it will be a grand celebration. Not only will the troops be reviewed, but there will also be many celebratory activities for the people. It will be a true city-wide mobilization.

Not only did he need to prepare for the event, but he also needed to clean up the area. He saw many young people washing railings on the street.

Speaking of which, back when he was in school, he was often sent out to clean the streets. Is there some kind of tradition behind this?

When he strolled to Jinyu Hutong, he saw a strange sight: there were two sanitation workers on the street, driving two sweepers to sweep the ground.

He genuinely didn't know that robot vacuums already existed at this time. In his mind, these things only became widespread after 00.
Confused, he turned into Jinyu Hutong. At that time, the Heping Hotel and Wangfu Hotel had not yet been expanded, and the western half of Jinyu Hutong had not yet been demolished.

When he passed by the famous Siliang Hair Salon, he took a peek inside and saw something strange.

The entire barbershop was filled with a group of female soldiers in military uniforms. There was not only a line of female soldiers queuing to get their hair permed, but also another line waiting in line.

He remembered that perming hair was not allowed in the army. For such a large group of female soldiers to come and perm their hair, was this going to cause chaos?

Out of a sense of responsibility, he decided to go up and ask, otherwise, if they were led astray, wouldn't that be bad for them?

So he turned around and went straight into the barbershop.

The barbershop was now a noisy mess, and Sun Zhiwei frowned as he heard the commotion.

Only then did the female soldiers see Sun Zhiwei enter. His serious expression was somewhat intimidating. The noise visibly subsided, and soon only the sound of hair dryers remained.

The unusual situation in the store quickly caught the attention of the female soldier's team leader. She squeezed out of the crowd and saw Sun Zhiwei standing at the door with a serious expression.

When Sun Zhiwei saw her, he knew she was the team leader, so he nodded to her and gestured for her to come to the door to talk. Then he turned around and went out the door.

After he left, the girls inside patted their ample breasts and breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)