Zeng Wangcai was unable to leave and was kept in the office by Old Man Yang.
The two drank some tea, and Zeng Wangcai saw that Old Man Yang had fully recovered. He said nervously, "Chief, we have an agreement..."
Damn it, it's really Moji...
When Old Man Yang heard this topic again, his scalp tingled.
Obviously, he knew that what he said in a hurry just now could not be fulfilled. Zeng Wangcai is not a talent now, but a treasure who needs to be protected and watched.
Even... pampered!
Otherwise, if you don't pamper them, there are people who are willing to pamper them, such as Mr. Zheng who is in charge of agriculture...
Of course, the premise is that the figure of 370,000 kilograms is true.
Old man Yang was wondering how these 370,000 kilograms were grown. It was obvious that the guy was away for a while and didn't take care of it at all.
He never thought that this matter had nothing to do with Zeng Wangcai.
"You are so annoying, it's too early to say anything now!" Old Man Yang thought for a while and said, "Let's go and have dinner. After dinner, you stay by my side until Pumpkin comes. As long as you keep your promise, I will keep my promise too."
Zeng Wangcai felt relieved.
Half an hour later, Zeng Wangcai followed Old Man Yang to the cafeteria to eat, greeting everyone as he walked, anyone who looked familiar to him.
Old man Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his blatant act of taking advantage of the power of others, but he was thinking about the pumpkin and the food, so he let it go.
In the evening, Chen Hong came back to report that one regiment had received the tools, but one battalion was still missing.
Zeng Wangcai suggested that one group is enough, if there are more... there will be a lot of food.
Chen Hong's 208th Regiment of the 70th Division assembled and was on standby, and the convoy was ready to depart at any time.
Zeng Wangcai notified Xiaobao and the others, and they also packed their things and were ready to leave at any time.
In the middle of the night, a truck creaked into the gate of the military district.
The leader of the team was none other than Xie An, who came to follow orders.
"Comrade, are you from the Special Operations Team's First Platoon?"
The car stopped at the door, and suddenly several searchlights illuminated the area near the car. A team that obviously exceeded the normal number of people on duty was staring at the truck in an orderly manner.
"Yes, I am Xie An, the squad leader of the third squad of the first platoon, and this is my ID..."
"Come in, come in, drive this way. See the lights over there? Yes, that's the training ground. Stop there."
Xie An was very confused. What was going on? Shouldn’t he go to the logistics department first?
He didn't know that Old Man Yang had been up all night waiting for the car to arrive, and Chen Hong was waiting in person at the place where the lights were on.
The truck stopped. Without waiting for the people from the truck company to get off, Chen Hong ran to the truck bed himself, lifted a corner of the cloth, and saw a corner of a pumpkin.
Then Chen Hong was stunned...Is this a pumpkin?
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