Chapter 450: The Spiritual Inheritance of the Sixth Company



I don’t know if it was God’s fault or if God was deliberately cooperating with Zeng Wangcai, but the snow suddenly became heavy, with heavy snow falling down.

Zeng Wangcai was walking in front, but the ice was very slippery and he almost fell several times. Some people among the people started laughing again.

"Stop laughing, just laugh for a bit, there's no end to it, is there?"

"Yes, stop laughing. This is not an easy task. Even a real man may not be able to do it."

"You can see it when the old Russians ask for clothes..."

"Why are you looking at the Russians? Just look at yourself. I have my cotton-padded jacket and cotton pants, but I am still shivering from the cold."

"Yes, yes, yes, no one is allowed to laugh. If you laugh, I'll slap him..."

"......"

As Zeng Wangcai walked along, the surroundings became quieter.

The atmosphere began to change from the relaxed atmosphere of watching the fun to the atmosphere of the whole nation's common hatred of the enemy. Even if there were a few different people in the crowd, they did not dare to act recklessly under such circumstances.

"Young and old men, please move back as far as possible. The farther the better. Block the wind." Zeng Wangcai, who had finally reached the destination, waved his hand and asked the people to move back.

They were now about ten or twenty meters away from the lake, and the lakeside could see this side clearly.

So under Zeng Wangcai's instructions, all the people went ashore.

So there were only him and Ivanski in the huge Kunming Lake, and some reporters who occasionally came to take pictures.

Zeng Wangcai stood at attention and began to stand in standard military posture.

Ivansky had no choice but to stand still.

Without the people blocking it, the snowflakes fell on the ice and had no chance of staying on the surface. When the north wind blew, the frozen snowflakes flew everywhere like sand in the desert.

Soon, Zeng Wangcai and Ivanski's eyelashes and hair were stained with white.

Zeng Wangcai was relatively better off, but Ivanski's beard was frozen solid, and his previously flying chest hair was now covered by the vest, blocking out the cold.

But it's totally useless.

Ivansky couldn't stand it anymore after being on the lake for half an hour. He secretly glanced at Zeng Wangcai and found that although Zeng Wangcai's nose and face were red, he didn't move, and more and more snow accumulated on his body.

He couldn't help but be shocked by Zeng Wangcai's endurance. He knew very well that if a person did not move, the body could not be warmed up, and the skin would be easily frostbitten if exposed to cold air for a long time.

When he was in the wild before, even if his clothes were thin, he would still exercise, and he would not force himself like he does now.

By the lake, reporters from various countries were getting excited. Could it be that the vest was really that warm?

In the attic, when Old Man Liu saw Zeng Wangcai turned into a snowman, his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

Zeng Wangcai reminded Old Man Liu of the soldiers of the Sixth Company who died on the battlefield in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea and were frozen into ice sculptures.

"The spirit of the Sixth Company has been passed on..." Old Man Liu sighed and asked his secretary to tell Miao Miao to take a photo of Zeng Wangcai's current appearance.

Siheyuan, the front yard of Zeng’s house.

No one in the family went out. Zeng Youqian asked for leave and Zhang Xiuzhi asked for leave.

Zeng Wangcai didn't want them to go, so they could only wait at home, and Chen Yumei came out every two or three minutes to see if there was any news.

Look, she is standing at the door again.

Yan Bugui from the opposite door ran out, his hands tucked into his sleeves: "Wangcai's mother, Wangcai will be fine."

"Hey, don't worry, don't worry." Chen Yumei nodded with a somewhat forced smile.

How could she not worry? Her son was wearing a vest in such a cold day. Wouldn't he be frozen?

"But then again, how did your Wangcai get involved with the Russians after he came back?" Yan Bugui asked casually, "Logically speaking, we are cooperating with the Russians, so this shouldn't be happening."

"To open a factory!" Chen Yumei said absentmindedly, "He wants to open a factory for his father, specializing in making clothes..."

Open...open what?

Open a factory?

Can we open a factory now?

Yan Bugui, who was just asking casually, was startled and pulled his hand out to pick his ears: "Did I hear it right? Wangcai wants to open a factory? You can't do this, it will make a mistake!"

Chen Yumei then realized that she had let the cat out of the bag, and quickly shouted into the house, "Dad, come out and explain to Uncle Three."

She didn't understand much of it and could only call him Zeng Youqian.

Zeng Youqian understood the whole story and explained, "Old Yan, you misunderstood. Our Wangcai is not going to open a factory on its own. It is a joint venture with the state. Who would open a factory on their own now?"

"Just tell me..." Yan Bugui was very excited. "Old Zeng, you are so lucky to have such a good son. How big is your factory? Where do you plan to open it? What level will it be at that time?"

"Hey, we haven't even started yet." Zeng Youqian said proudly and reservedly, "It's still too early to be accurate, let alone the level. If Wangcai doesn't win this time, the factory won't be able to open. Let me tell you, our Wangcai said that if the factory is really opened, the clothes produced will be mainly exported..."

To be honest, Zeng Youqian has always been very low-key, even when Zeng Wangcai became successful.

But this time he really couldn't help it. Ever since Zeng Wangcai told him that he would open a garment factory for him, his heart rate immediately increased by 100 beats whenever he thought of the word "garment factory".

Although he is just a tailor, he is also an ambitious tailor. If he has the opportunity to sell his clothes to foreigners, making money for himself and benefiting the country, how great an honor would that be?

So, even if Zeng Youqian wanted to hold it together, he couldn't.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It’s even more exciting later!

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