In the largest private room upstairs in the Western restaurant.
Knowing that the guest of honor tonight was a close associate of the man from Nanjing, the boss immediately came up to drink with him.
Zeng Guangzhao rose from a division commander to the commander of the 10th Army Group in just five years, a truly legendary feat.
No one would have guessed that this army commander came from a bandit's den twenty years ago.
The people who accompanied this army commander were all big shots in the city, and the boss couldn't afford to offend any of them.
He acted as the wine pourer, serving the gentlemen with utmost care.
Commander Zeng came here this time to take on the important task of defending Chongqing, and I also heard from the rumors that he brought some important news.
A high-ranking official at the same table lowered his voice and asked, "Is it true that the Kuomintang and the Communist Party are going to cooperate in the fight against Japan, as rumored outside?"
The eyes of everyone at the table fell on Zeng Guangzhao.
Zeng Guangzhao calmly picked up his wine glass and looked at the person who had spoken.
"Where did Inspector Liu hear this rumor? It's not even from the central government, yet it's being spread like wildfire here?"
Upon hearing this, the inspector surnamed Liu looked embarrassed and said, "I misspoke. How could our party be involved with the Communist Party?"
The division commander smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Why are we talking about these things? Today is a welcome dinner for Commander Zeng. Let's all eat and drink."
The sensitive topic was left untouched, and soon the table was filled with laughter.
When Zeng Guangzhao inquired about Chongqing's development over the years, everyone eagerly offered him answers.
A few years ago, Zeng Guangzhao also played these roles at the table, his face beaming with smiles, but he never received a response from the person in charge.
Now that he has finally made it through, looking at these people's faces, he suddenly understands why those big shots used to always just smile and remain silent.
That's so ugly, that face is so ugly.
Zeng Guangzhao stubbed out his cigarette in the creamy pumpkin soup and asked the lowest-ranking official sitting next to him, "Is Chongqing Hospital still around all these years?"
The man was flattered and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, what's wrong, Commander? Are you going over there?"
Zeng Guangzhao did not reply to him, but stood up and smiled at everyone present.
"I have to go first, you guys enjoy your meal."
He's leaving less than half an hour after we sat down, and everyone looked rather displeased.
Zeng Guangzhao didn't care what they thought. He was the boss here, and who would dare to have a problem with him?
Wearing a military overcoat, a group of people came out to see him off. Zeng Guangzhao got into the car and asked the driver to take him to the hospital.
Five years later, he was finally able to visit Yimu.
Zeng Guangzhao exhaled a breath and found that his breath smelled of alcohol.
He remembered seeing the driver chewing something before getting in the car and tried asking, "Do you have any chewing gum?"
The driver was surprised that such an important person would talk to him, so he quickly took the remaining chewing gum out of his pocket and handed it to him.
There are only three pieces left.
Zeng Guangzhao tore off all three pieces, put them in his mouth, chewed them, and said thank you.
His hair and beard had been carefully groomed before he arrived, so his appearance wasn't too bad.
Five years later, Zeng Guangzhao's legs trembled with nervousness at the thought of seeing Yi Mu again.
Before every major battle, he was unusually calm.
He was so afraid of just seeing one person.
Zeng Guangzhao took a deep breath, inhaling all the coolness of the mint into his lungs, which made him shiver.
The driver drove fast and steadily, stopped downstairs at the hospital, and asked Zeng Guangzhao if he wanted to come in with him.
Zeng Guangzhao told him to drive back first and not to wait for him.
As I stepped into the hospital, the incandescent light shone on the face of the receptionist nurse, making her look pale and somewhat eerie.
"Hello, I'd like to ask, which ward is Yimu in?"
The nurse looked bewildered: "I'm sorry, we don't have a patient named Yi Mu here."
Zeng Guangzhao's expression froze for a moment. He instinctively thought of the worst possibility, and almost fell over.
The head nurse, who was walking towards the front desk, tugged at his arm and reminded him, "Be careful, the floor here is slippery."
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