When Zhao Shuai and Wen Mu arrived at the family compound, they both looked deep in thought, wondering: What exactly happened? Why was the regimental commander in such a hurry to call them to his home?
It's no wonder that two grown men like to overthink things. There have been so many things going on lately, and almost every single one of them is no small matter. If they're not handled properly, they'll definitely suffer the consequences.
However, when the two arrived, before they even entered the house, they could smell the aroma of stir-fried meat from the regimental commander's house as they walked down the corridor.
Forehead?
If something's wrong, how can you still be in the mood to eat meat?
The door wasn't locked, and they went in in a daze. When they saw their leader sitting leisurely on the sofa watching TV, their faces twitched involuntarily.
"Boss, why did you call us here so urgently? Is something wrong?" Wen Mu and Zhao Shuai exchanged a glance and couldn't help but ask.
"certainly!"
Well, upon hearing this answer, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief and said they had something to do.
Cough cough...
"Does eating count?"
That's what I meant?
Instructor Zhao and Political Commissar Wen both had expressions that said, "Boss, you really didn't lie to me."
Ye Wanying came out of the kitchen carrying freshly cooked dishes and saw their expressions. She couldn't help but laugh, "Don't doubt it, I just invited you over for dinner," she explained.
Are these two perhaps masochistic? Why do they feel uncomfortable even when they're not feeling well?
Commander Gao looked at his two subordinates with an expression as if they were idiots, and stood up from the sofa: "What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to eat?" he asked.
Uh, who would dare?
If you dare to refuse, do you not want to work here anymore?
Instructor Zhao and Political Commissar Wen sat down with trepidation. Several dishes were already laid out on the table, almost all of them meat, and there was even fried crab.
Is it just about eating? Wouldn't that be too heavy?
The last soup was served by Commander Gao, as it was quite hot.
The little dumpling must have estimated the time before groping his way out of the room. After obediently calling out "Uncle Zhao" and "Uncle Wen," he sat down in his designated seat.
Well, at this point, Instructor Zhao and Political Commissar Wen finally realized that it really was just a meal.
Once they relaxed, the two of them started eating without any hesitation.
When they had almost finished eating, Commander Gao casually asked, "Old Zhao, I remember you mentioned that you have a friend who deals in building materials?"
Instructor Zhao's lips turned red from the spiciness, but he couldn't help himself and continued eating. When he heard his regimental commander's question, he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, we were high school classmates."
"In City B?"
Zhao Shuai instantly understood. So that's what they were waiting for. His attitude became much more serious: "He's in B City. He runs all sorts of things related to building materials. Boss, do you need anything from him? Just let him know, and that kid definitely won't dare to mess around."
We've fought together, skipped school together, and chased girls together—we're really close.
"That's good. When will you invite your friends to meet up?"
Zhao Shuai readily agreed, it was no big deal for him: "Okay! I'll call him in a bit."
Actually, Zhao Shuai had some suspicions. He was sure his boss had secretly bought a house, otherwise why would he be asking his friend? But he also knew why they were keeping it a secret.
It's hard to guard against people's hearts.
Jealousy can drive people mad!
So, just keep a low profile if you need to. After all, the boss always acts discreetly.
After Zhao Shuai, he didn't even mention Wen Mu, and went to call his buddy alone.
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