At this moment, they didn't know whether to criticize Shen Yanming for his commendable courage or encourage him to keep up the good work!
Several bigwigs were dragged out of bed, dressed, and gathered in the conference room. They were all still yawning when they were about to discuss how to "reward those who have contributed."
If they didn't know about Shen Yanming's situation, that would be one thing. But now that the police have called, they can't just pretend they don't know anything.
Sigh, this is indeed a bit troublesome.
The group sat together, somewhat hesitant about Shen Yanming's reward.
You're talking about verbal praise, but there's really nothing to say. They saved those people and were seriously injured themselves. Your two mild words are practically meaningless.
But if we're talking about rewarding him for his service, he didn't actually do anything. Although it was an act of bravery, it wasn't a mission issued by the guard team.
Moreover, at the scene of the fight, he was the only one who ended up in the hospital. The rest, whether victims, perpetrators, or bystanders, were all fairly unharmed. To really assign him credit would seem rather ridiculous.
Another point is to provide actual rewards. They would like to, but even if the agricultural area belongs to the guard team, there must be a legitimate reason for withdrawing supplies.
Although Shen Yanming did a good deed, as I said before, it wasn't part of the mission issued by the security team. He did it out of self-interest, to protect his own wheat field, or rather, to help other residents in the same community. It really doesn't warrant the security team's encouragement.
Therefore, a group of bigwigs were stumped on how to reward Shen Yanming.
Actually, they are just making trouble for themselves.
That's why Old Shen didn't know the guard team was so well-informed. If he had known, he would have told the police before leaving Qingning Mountain not to reveal that he had taken action.
But now, there's no going back. We can only remain in the dark and wait for further developments.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable for Comrade Shen to request to stay on Qingning Mountain to await the outcome of the incident.
The bigwigs were scratching their heads, feeling that this matter was neither too minor nor too major; it was truly a difficult situation.
One of them asked, "Why don't we ask him directly first?"
He said that simply because he didn't want to stay up all night.
While everyone else is on vacation, he, as a leader, still has to go to and from work under the scorching sun every day. Occasionally, an order from his superiors means he has to work overtime until 11 or 12 at night. His rest time is constantly being squeezed, and he's almost going bald.
Just like today—or rather, yesterday—he didn't lock his office door until 11:55 and then rushed home. He didn't get home until after midnight.
His wife and son were both asleep, so he could only tiptoe around to wash up and then curl up on the sofa for a nap.
It's not that I don't want to go back to the bedroom, but there are only two rooms in the house, and my impetigo is quite severe. There's no need to wake my wife up and risk infecting her.
Sigh, he's suffering! Is being a leader so easy? Besides the power in your hands, there's also the responsibility on your shoulders!
But he couldn't say it.
If even a big shot like him collapses, how can Haishi remain peaceful?
A mere excuse was not expected to gain acceptance.
But to everyone's surprise, the bigwigs present suppressed the urge to yawn and nodded, saying, "Your idea is good. No matter what, we must respect the wishes of the person involved."
The big boss looked completely bewildered, then exchanged glances with the others, and heard a voice say, "Meeting adjourned!"
Emma, I'm so sleepy!
Working overtime during the day isn't enough, and then I'm dragged into meetings at night. This life is simply inhuman!
The bigwigs were all cursing under their breath, but they kept a straight face, making them look like they were very conscientious.
Sigh, it's all because of the pressures of life, there's no other way!
At this moment, Shen Yanming was unaware of what had happened to the guard team. He was packing his things, preparing to go to the police station with Qiao An and Ji Kangyong.
But to everyone's surprise, just as they arrived at the gate, they saw Chen Shunwei rushing over.
Before Shen Yanming could speak, Chen Shunwei asked in a loud voice, "Mr. Shen, are you alright?"
Then, looking at Bi Qiaoan, who was standing next to Shen Yanming and was fully armed, she wanted to apologize: "I'm sorry, I hurt your husband."
Shen Yanming didn't want to listen to his pointless nonsense, so he quickly interrupted, "Why did you come here? Is there something you need?"
Chen Shunwei was quite taken aback when he was interrupted. After saying "oh" twice, he said, "Didn't that guy get hit by Lang Miao with a stick? He's worried, so I came to check on the test results."
Shen Yanming then realized that in his concern for Ji Kangyong, he had completely forgotten about another injured person. Even Ji Kangyong was taken aback, because he hadn't noticed the one lying motionless on the ground at the time.
It just goes to show that people are most concerned about what's relevant to them. Their kindness and concern for strangers are always limited.
Shen Yanming wanted to go and see, but Zhang Heping stopped him, "You should go back and rest early. Do you really think you're made of iron? I'll keep an eye on that person for you and send you a message when there's a result."
Chen Shunwei also remembered Shen Yanming's wounds and quickly nodded, advising, "Yes, Mr. Shen, you should go back quickly. It's already dawn. Don't let overexertion or sun exposure cause your wounds to become infected."
Shen Yanming really wanted to say, "I have the spiritual spring water, I'm not afraid!"
But he dared not, and could only compromise under the gazes of the crowd, which were filled with concern, pleading, or threats, "Alright, call me if you have any news."
"Okay, sure!" Chen Shunwei replied.
Shen Yanming glanced at his departing figure, then said to Zhang Heping, "Go back now, the sun is out outside, don't let your skin catch a disease."
Zhang Heping smiled and said, "If I really get impetigo, then it's fate. Qiao An, on the other hand, is quite well-prepared; I should learn from her."
Bi Qiaoan really wanted to laugh, but her face, covered by a facekini, was completely expressionless. She forced a smile and asked, "Are you serious? You're not kidding?"
Zhang Heping nodded, "Of course!"
"Don't you think it's ugly?"
"What does it matter if it's ugly, as long as it's useful!" Zhang Heping said matter-of-factly.
Bi Qiaoan nodded, "Yes, that's how it is. I'll find a chance to get you a set."
Actually, there were plenty of them in the space, but she didn't want people to think that these things were casual or easy to obtain.
Ji Kangyong was furious looking at her and Yu Shui, but he didn't want to say it out loud and make people feel embarrassed.
Shen Yanming keenly sensed his thoughts and said with a smile, "When we get back, I'll look for where to buy one. If that doesn't work, we can make one ourselves, okay?"
Ji Kangyong's eyes lit up upon hearing this. He thought to himself, "Yes, I have so much fabric stockpiled, including facekinis. If I really can't buy any, can't I just make one myself?"
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