He will definitely be tried, but he doesn't know if he will be deliberately taken to the garrison camp.
He was also very worried because he had bedsores on his buttocks and couldn't sit for long periods of time; the hard benches here would hurt him.
To be honest, Chen Rou was telling the truth: "Hong Kong enjoys a high degree of autonomy, and the garrison will not interfere."
Mr. Dong felt a little relieved. He was old and not like a young man who could sit on a hard bench.
To be honest, Battalion Commander Zhao Yue had always wanted to leave a cool and impressive impression on his goddess.
But as fate would have it, today's task is to settle the project payment and an outstanding debt from before liberation, which is said to be owed to an old gangster and a bad element. The leadership instructed that the payment must be settled, but we must also demonstrate the PLA's consistent respect for the people, its hard work and frugality, and its strict law enforcement in dealing with organized crime. In short, we must be friendly and grateful, but we must also maintain our dignity.
The return is imminent, and as the bridge connecting the two places, Battalion Commander Zhao is extremely busy. As usual, he hasn't even changed into a new set of clothes. When he entered the accounting office, he was greeted by his goddess, dressed casually, standing in front of the map.
His clothes were old and faded from washing, and his hair had grown a bit long, making him look tired.
But how did the goddess end up here? And with her around, he always felt a little awkward and uncomfortable.
However, the work that needed to be done had to be completed in an orderly manner. Battalion Commander Zhao stepped forward, saluted Mr. Dong, and conveyed the leader's greetings and thanks to Mr. Dong and his boss, Ms. Han Yuzhu, for everything they had done.
And, transfer the several hundred dollars in payment for the goods represented by that IOU to him.
That was a discipline passed down from the Eighth Route Army era: not to take even a needle or thread from the masses, and they implemented it thoroughly.
Then comes the current project payment, which is a separate payment in a separate envelope, transferred by the finance department.
It was just a small matter. After Mr. Dong finished counting the money, signed to confirm receipt of the funds, Battalion Commander Zhao saluted, and they left.
Today, Battalion Commander Zhao didn't leave a good impression on the goddess; his clothes weren't shiny and his hair looked tired. But for Master Dong, it was just right. This was Master Dong's first time entering a military camp in many years. As soon as he got into the car, he let out a long sigh: "I can't believe it. What kind of era is this? These soldiers are still so simple and honest. They look very pragmatic."
Chen Rou said with a smile, "It will be the same in the future, just like how gangsters have to be loyal and righteous. Without loyalty and righteousness, they cannot be a gang."
A hardworking and pragmatic army leads to strong military strength and a prosperous nation, which is a good thing.
Looking in the rearview mirror, she could see Battalion Commander Zhao still standing at attention, as straight as a young poplar tree, standing in the distance.
He was her senior, and even more so, her comrade-in-arms. The spirit of hard work and perseverance can be passed down from his generation to hers, and then to her juniors. Generation after generation, with everyone working together, good virtues and qualities can be passed down from generation to generation.
For Chen Rou, it was a very romantic and wonderful thing.
It's no wonder Nie Zhao was jealous and suspicious. She admired and appreciated her predecessors who were still young. She worshipped them and loved them. Whenever she saw them, she couldn't help but smile.
But this is not good for Mr. Dong, because he is most afraid of being taken seriously and severely punished for the things he has done in the past.
As the saying goes, even if it doesn't rain for three years, some people still hope it won't rain.
Across the Taiwan Strait and in Hong Kong, the return of Hong Kong to China is a long-awaited event, and everyone wants to witness it.
Coincidentally, Mr. Dong is the kind of person who gets more and more anxious as the return to China approaches.
Chen Rou said she would treat him to Sichuan cuisine tonight and show him how good A Yuan is at eating Sichuan food.
But he remained uninterested, listless, and absent-minded.
However, it was at this moment that Chen Rou received a text message from Nie Zhao.
She was driving and didn't have time to look, but a short while later, she received a call from the second-in-command of Yiyong Hall. The call was so loud that Chen Rou could hear it clearly while driving.
He said, "Ah, come back quickly. Just now, I received a call from someone who said they were from a special group for the return of Hong Kong and Macau. They said they wanted to invite you to the handover ceremony and asked for my address. They said the invitation would be sent soon."
Mr. Dong was stunned for a long time, even thinking he was hallucinating: "Huh?"
The second-in-command tried to say, "It seems so. You were invited, and it was the mainland that took the initiative to invite you."
Mr. Dong leaped directly onto the car roof, then exclaimed, "Huh?"
Is he dreaming? He knows there's a waiting list for when there aren't enough attendees, but he wasn't even on the waiting list. How did he get added to the list, especially since it was at the invitation of the mainland? What's going on?
Mr. Dong roared, "Stop the car! Stop the car!"
He patted Chen Rou as she parked the car, then patted his old-fashioned mobile phone, his face grim and menacing.
He said, "Ah Rou, I suspect that old scoundrel surnamed Er is playing a joke on me and making fun of me. I can't see the number clearly. You come and dial the number. I'm going to give him a good scolding."
Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain, and Mr. Dong would rather believe that someone is joking with him than believe that he has actually won a big prize and has been personally selected by the mainland to attend the handover ceremony.
He and that old scoundrel are sworn enemies; he's going to have a fight.
After parking the car, Chen Rou checked her phone first, and after reading the text messages from Nie Zhao, she understood what had happened.
Here's the thing: when Commander Wang called Nie Zhao to discuss the alternate list, he was talking about Liang Lisheng.
He is the honorary chairman of the Nie family, and in general, Nie Zhao would put him before himself at large events.
He has also been supervising construction projects in Shenzhen, and the newly built residential buildings in Shenzhen have been put into use one after another in recent years.
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