Chapter 89 Finally

"Eze, don't misinterpret Geng Xingye's good intentions! This is a serious matter, not something you can just play around with!"

The bald man couldn't bear to watch it anymore and offered help.

If it weren't for the fact that E Ze was sent from the capital, he would have teamed up with others to kill E Ze! How could he tolerate his presumptuous behavior?

"Bald man, if you don't agree, come and fight me. What's the point of just talking big?"

E Ze didn't take the two of them seriously at all, and even hooked his finger provocatively.

Seeing that everyone was about to start arguing again, Chu Wanfu frowned and put the pen back on the table.

"Everyone, time is precious."

E Ze continued, "What I mean is that you talk too much nonsense."

Chu Wanfu gave him a warning look, and the latter raised his hands and shut up obediently.

"We'll leave at 7 a.m. tomorrow. Eze will go and prepare."

"yes!"

E Ze looked around at everyone provocatively, snorted sarcastically, and went out first.

Leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

"General Chu..." Geng Xingye wanted to say something.

"The meeting is adjourned."

Chu Wanfu pinched his nose bridge with his hand, looking like he refused to talk.

The bald man winked at Geng Xingye, packed up his things and turned to leave.

The others didn't say anything and left one after another without saying a word.

In the blink of an eye, Su Mei was the only one left in the huge conference room. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

She frowned and felt a sticky liquid flowing out of her abdomen. As the pain gradually intensified, layers of cold sweat appeared on her forehead and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Be at Building 3 at 5:30 tomorrow morning."

"yes!"

Chu Wanfu began to tidy up the documents on the desk. Seeing that Su Mei was still unwilling to leave, he frowned almost imperceptibly.

"Anything else?"

Su Mei took a deep breath, met his indifferent eyes again, and said, trying not to mix in any personal feelings, "General Chu, please approve a batch of supplies for the Ninth Squadron."

"Go to the supplies department."

"The Supply Department... refused to provide food."

Upon hearing this, Chu Wanfu stopped and looked at her again. His expression was as calm as a mysterious ancient well that had existed for thousands of years, yet it was also extremely terrifying.

"This is your purpose."

Su Mei trembled all over, not knowing whether it was because the wound was too painful or because of the fear of being seen through by Chu Wanfu.

For a moment, she wanted to retreat and leave. But her mind flashed with the image of her injured teammates, their lips cracked to the point of bleeding, their cheeks deeply sunken, and their listless appearance, starving and destitute of food and water, waiting to die!

She was unwilling to give in!

"Yes, my teammates went to the front lines twice in four days, and they went to the battlefield hungry every time! Now they are seriously injured and can't eat a grain of rice or drink a sip of water! If I hadn't had no other choice, I wouldn't have come directly to you! Please, General Chu, save us!"

Su Mei bent down deeply, even if the wound on her lower abdomen was torn again and bleeding because of this action, even if she faced the pressure from Chu Wanfu's silent gaze, she would never back down!

She could imagine Chu Wanfu's gaze falling on her head, thinking about something with an expressionless face.

Chu Wanfu, the core figure of the Second Army, she had seen him fighting on the front line, where the ground was littered with debris and piled high up in the mountains. He stood at the top, facing the scorching sun and the wind, looking extremely dazzling.

But since that battle, he has retreated to the second line and no longer leads the charge.

But his heroic figure on the battlefield will always be her compass, guiding her forward.

She couldn't speak directly about those conspiracies in front of her superior and idol, and reporting them to a higher level would be a big mistake.

Chu Wanfu retracted his gaze, picked up the notebook, stood up and left without looking away, only saying one sentence at the last moment before leaving: "Go back."

The door slowly closed, and tears gathered in Su Mei's eyes as she lowered her head, falling directly onto the surface of her shoes.

Still... didn't get the supplies... her teammates...

She's useless... How come she can't tell which is more important, faith or life...

Su Mei straightened up and her eyes fell on the place where Chu Wanfu had sat. Her vision blurred and then cleared.

The overwhelming sense of loss and despair rushed over her, successfully crushing her to death on the beach. She could only cry helplessly...

cry?

Su Mei raised her hand to wipe away the coldness on her face and looked at it blankly.

No, there is still a chance, she can't give up.

Like a stranded fish struggling hard, Su Mei would never give up until she heard Chu Wanfu's consent. Screw the idol! Her teammates were more important!

She flung open the door, grabbed someone and asked, "Where is General Chu?"

"Yes, in his office."

Su Mei rushed over following his finger and pushed the door open, attracting surprised glances from the two people inside.

She slammed the door shut, her chest heaving violently, her throat extremely dry, and her face as pale as a newly painted wall.

"General Chu, you must give me some supplies! I can't just watch my teammates die! We've fought tooth and nail to defend our country, and we'd rather die tragically on the battlefield than be harmed by our compatriots!"

"Trick? Tell me in detail." Chu Wanfu was furious.

"You should know Wa Qiong. The procedure for my handing over supplies is strictly confidential. She knew you would be there this time, so she colluded with Dong Changbing and deliberately arranged for my Ninth Squad to go to the battlefield continuously, intending to annihilate us.

Then Dong Changbing arranged for her to replace me... General Chu."

Wa Qiong, she will remember this grudge!

Su Mei pursed her lips tightly, her eyes determined, "Please give us food and save our lives!"

Chu Wanfu looked unresponsive. He turned to look at E Ze beside him and asked, "Is the crystal core in his hands?"

E Ze nodded, "It came down a few days ago. Nominally, it was to purchase supplies, and it was under his management."

It seems that what the female soldier said is somewhat true and reliable.

"How do you know so much about their private affairs?" Chu Wanfu asked softly.

Su Mei was a little embarrassed to speak up. "I heard the conversation between her teammates while she was venting her emotions behind the tree. I know this statement is not very credible, but I will not joke with my teammates' lives! If I hadn't heard it, I might still be kept in the dark by them."

Chu Wanfu was silent.

The room was silent for five or six seconds, and he turned his head and said to E Ze.

"Go check it out."

E Ze responded and went out.

Chu Wanfu picked up a pen and wrote something on the paper. He called out in a slightly tired voice, "Xiao Zhang, get some supplies for her."

Someone responded from outside the door, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

"Take this note back and give it to your teammates. You must be at the designated location on time tomorrow." He folded the paper in half and pushed it forward.

Su Mei concealed the surprise in her eyes, walked forward and put the note into her pocket and put it away safely.

At this time, a man called Xiao Zhang came in carrying a bag of supplies. Su Mei took it, bowed to Chu Wanfu again to express her gratitude, and walked out.

Outside the door, she opened the note and saw that it said: All members should rest here and go to the front line after recovering from their injuries - Chu Wanfu.

Su Mei felt the heavy load of supplies on her shoulders, and her heart felt heavy as if covered by a thick fog.

She once again felt the importance of strength.

If her strength could be further improved, would their Ninth Team be as respected as the First Team wherever they go?

It's ridiculous that such a pile of supplies almost cost the lives of their entire team.

Every tear she shed proved how incompetent she was. Only with strength could one live a good life. Okay, she understood.

As for idols, Su Mei had already thrown them into the trash can at the last moment when she lowered her head. From now on, she is her own weather vane.