"There's a war to fight? I'll go!"
At this time, the sunlight shone through the mottled leaves onto the training ground where Zhao Mengsheng and Huang Xiaoli were.
The blue bricks on the ground were shining, and a few unknown wild flowers in the corner of the wall were swaying gently in the breeze.
Huang Xiaoli became excited when he heard what Zhao Mengsheng said. He stood up from the small bench beside him, his feet firmly on the ground, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and he said quickly:
"Then I will go back today and tell my dad that I want to join the army in southern Xinjiang. Let's be comrades-in-arms and fight those ungrateful wolves in Annan together."
"Of course! Old Huang, let me tell you, there is a special operations force in southern Xinjiang, and they were responsible for this victory."
Zhao Mengsheng raised his head slightly, his eyes firm and proud. The earthen wall of the courtyard behind him was a little old but full of the sense of time, and there were a few foxtail grasses growing on the top of the wall.
"Every one of them has undergone special training, and none of them is worse than us. And through mutual cooperation, team missions, etc., the role they play on the battlefield is unprecedentedly powerful."
Zhao Mengsheng continued speaking, his eyes revealing his longing for that special operations force.
"I am going to join this special operations force. Remember to explain it to your father when you go back."
Zhao Mengsheng said proudly again, his figure looked particularly tall in the sun, and Huang Xiaoli next to him also straightened his chest unconsciously.
"Oh my god! Lao Zhao, you are really good!
Such big news has been kept from me until now."
Huang Xiaoli also became excited. He walked back and forth a few steps, and the blue bricks under his feet made a slight sound.
If you could join such a powerful force, it would be an achievement worth bragging about for the rest of your life.
…
On Chang'an Avenue not far from them, the plane trees on the street were tall and straight, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting patches of light and shadows.
In a mysterious office building somewhere, the building is gray and white in color and looks solemn.
The relevant staff of the People's Bank of China's Foreign Exchange Administration Department have been anxious since they invested 10 million US dollars in the soybean futures market yesterday.
In the office, documents piled up on the desks, and the clock hanging on the wall was ticking, as if every second was urging people.
They make several phone calls a day to inquire about current soybean futures prices.
Yes!
Although the money is invested in an account held by the Huo family on their behalf, the final decision on buying and selling is still under the control of the mainland's State Administration of Foreign Exchange.
Several directors were sitting in the conference room with frowns on their faces. The conference table was covered with documents and charts, and the chandelier on the ceiling was emitting a somewhat dazzling light.
The orders these directors gave to their subordinates were to strictly follow the given plans, but if they really faced unknown market risks, they should also decisively cut their positions and leave the market in a timely manner to reduce losses.
This really made the people below very worried. During the trading hours, the phones in the office kept ringing.
The staff sat at their desks and would make phone calls to inquire about prices and report to their superiors almost every ten minutes.
Their faces were full of tension and worry, and beads of sweat occasionally appeared on their foreheads.
Instead, in the spring city of Northeast China, the forest fire was raging. I woke up particularly comfortably lying on the soft and comfortable big bed in the State Guesthouse. The bed was as white as snow and the room was decorated warmly and elegantly.
The window was half open, and a gentle breeze blew through, causing the gauze curtains to flutter slightly.
Lin Huowang slept comfortably and peacefully.
He called Lin Tongchun twice a day to discuss prices and market fluctuations, and then ran to Chuncheng Film Studio.
Lin Huowang’s main task is to guide the content of subsequent comic magazines.
Whether it is the art team or the translation team, their cooperation and understanding of the comic content are becoming more and more consistent, and Lin Huowang almost doesn't need to make any corrections.
…
"Hey! Comrade Lin Huowang, where are you going?"
It was an afternoon when the sun was shining warmly. Lin Huowang had just come out of the Chuncheng Film Studio. The road in front of the entrance was a bit bumpy and there were some debris piled on the roadside.
He met Qian Shuzhen who came to look for him on a bicycle.
The spring breeze is blowing, the sun is shining, and the willow trees on the street hang down their tender green branches, swaying in the wind.
In the sunlight, Qian Shuzhen's two great advantages also swayed a few times, which was really quite disturbing.
Fortunately, Lin Huowang was very experienced and was not distracted by this charming female fairy.
He had a gentle smile on his face, his eyes were clear and cunning, and he said to her with a smile:
"What a coincidence? Reporter Qian. I'm planning to go to the Jilin General Machinery Factory. You're here, so take me there!"
After saying that, Lin Huowang jumped onto the back seat of Qian Shuzhen's bicycle without any hesitation.
The bicycle shook slightly, and Qian Shuzhen subconsciously held the handlebars tightly.
"Hey! Comrade Lin Huowang, I'm talking to you, a grown man.
Do you think it's okay for me, a lesbian, to lead you?"
Qian Shuzhen said this helplessly and angrily, her cheeks slightly flushed, not sure if it was because of anger or the afternoon sun.
“Gender equality!
What's wrong with lesbians?
I don't look down on you female comrades at all.
Let's go! Comrade Qian Shuzhen, when the revolutionary cause needs you, how can you find excuses to retreat? "
Lin Huowang said with a smile, his laughter echoing in the street, startling a few birds resting on the roadside power lines.
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