Actually, Nie Rong didn't recognize Nie Yao at first.

Hearing that a military leader wanted to meet with him and have a private chat, Nie Rong was already very excited, much more so than when meeting other leaders, because the fact that his son's articles were published in the newspapers proved that the military leaders had good judgment.

Looking again, he saw that Commander Wang was over sixty years old, with gray hair but a straight posture. He was neither as thin as him nor as fat as Liang Lisheng. He had a well-proportioned figure and a straight posture. He was very self-disciplined, and he felt an instant connection with him.

Behind Commander Wang were four or five young men, all of whom looked very energetic. In addition, Nie Yao had neither shoulder insignia nor chest badge, and was walking at the very back. He passed by without shaking hands, so Nie Rong thought he was an orderly.

As soon as everyone sat down, Liang Lisheng patted him on the shoulder and smoothed his afro with his hand.

Nie Rong assumed that Liang Lisheng, being a martial arts performer, was trying to impress the leaders of the mainland military by joking around and wanting to spar. So he glared at him and started chatting with Commander Wang about security for merchant shipping and weather issues. But after only a short while, Liang Lisheng pinched him.

Nie Rong got angry and turned around to glare at Liang Lisheng. He noticed that a significant part of Liang Lisheng's height, his hair, which was 10cm long, was suddenly crooked in one direction, and his eyes were also crooked in one direction. He felt that this guy was a bit embarrassing, so he gestured for him to go to the bathroom and mind his appearance. But when he turned around by chance, he saw his son.

At first glance, he thought the young man just looked like Nie Yao because his skin was too thick and his build was a bit too bulky. But when he looked again, Nie Yao happened to be looking up at him, and Nie Rong was all too familiar with that look.

It was the look of disgust, hatred, and contempt in his eyes when he was being carried away by a group of bodyguards.

He gave it just a brief glance, then buried his head and continued writing and drawing in his notebook with his pen.

Nie Rong turned around and looked at Commander Wang again, only to see Liang Lisheng pressing down on his thigh.

Of course, Liang Lisheng was filled with a million questions at that moment: Why was Nie Yao following behind Commander Wang? And why were the others wearing the same green clothes, each with at least two stars on their shoulders? Commander Wang was even more impressive, with five stars side by side on his shoulders. Why didn't Nie Yao have any stars? His clothes were so plain.

Also, why doesn't he even give us a glance? Could he be forcibly taken into custody by the military? Should we rescue him?

Liang Lisheng was so anxious that he almost broke his elder brother's crippled leg, but Nie Rong suddenly slapped Liang Lisheng's hand and said, "Vice Chairman Liang, go to my bedroom and bring over the generous gift that A-Zhao prepared."

In case his father might meet with military personnel, Nie Zhao prepared a generous gift. However, although the gift was generous, it was very light, consisting of just an envelope. Although Liang Lisheng was anxious, he still went to get the gift.

Nie Rong knew, of course, that Nie Yao couldn't have been kidnapped, but seeing how rough his face had become, how ordinary his clothes were, and how he was wearing cloth shoes, he felt extremely sad. He wished he could immediately take his son's hand and ask him if he was settling in and if he wanted to go home, but of course, he knew he couldn't do that.

Because he has no power and cannot make any decisions.

The more he tried to help Nie Yao, the more he ended up harming him.

Composing himself, he turned to Commander Wang and asked, "How's the food in your military? How are the soldiers eating?"

Commander Wang brought Nie Yao here specifically to reassure the old man.

If Nie Yao hadn't refused, he would have actually let the old man take his son away.

Because of Nie Yao's matter, Chen Ke reported that the second young master of the Nie family loved military affairs and wanted to participate in the experience. However, the Philippines was so harsh, and putting oneself in his shoes, which father would want his son to stay there for a long time?

However, after meeting Commander Wang, Nie Yao made it clear that he only wanted to suppress the bandits and did not want to return to Hong Kong.

He vaguely heard Yue Zhongqi recount some of the conflicts between the richest man and his son, and he and his son Wang Baodao often argued, banging on the table. He could understand, so he went along with it, just to make Nie Rong happy.

Turning his head, he smiled and said, "If you want to know how the food is, you can't ask me. You have to ask us gay comrades. For example... Comrade Glory, you tell us, how is our food?"

A junior comrade from the grassroots level?

Everyone in the room was looking at Nie Yao, and he immediately put down his pen and looked up.

To Nie Rong's surprise, he simply said, "Very good."

He immediately lowered his head again.

But then Nie Rong looked you up and down and said, "Your clothes seem to be made of cotton, are they comfortable?"

How is the food? How are the clothes? How is the accommodation?

These three major areas are the things that parents care about most, and Nie Rong got straight to the point.

His shirt was a cashmere blend, and his suit was made of vicuña hair; it was not only good-looking but also luxurious.

This stumped Commander Wang, who still had to ask Nie Yao, "Comrade Rongyao, what do you think?"

If you feel uncomfortable with the clothes you're wearing, you can leave. You're a rich young master; there's no need for you to suffer with them.

Nie Yao then said, "Pure cotton is absorbent and breathable, I don't see anything wrong with it."

By the way, the chubby Secretary Wang from the United Front Work Department was also there with his boss. In his opinion, Little Soldier Glory was simply an idiot. The Commander-in-Chief had extended olive branches twice, but he hadn't even tried to show himself.

As soon as Secretary Wang turned around, he saw Song Yuanchao and the richest woman in the Nie family standing outside the window.

He cast an envious glance at him, thinking to himself, "It has to be that bastard surnamed Song. He can fight on the battlefield, and he can also be a follower of the richest man. He seems dull on the surface but is actually quite sassy on the inside. He's a true winner in life."

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