An Moxue found his behavior amusing. "Alright, stop drooling, you're drooling into your coffee cup."
He instinctively closed his mouth, pursed his lips with his right hand, and only after pursing did he realize that he had been tricked. He glared at his eyes and accused, "Boss, you tricked me again. No way, you have to make it up to me. Treat me to a good meal and let me broaden my horizons."
"Okay, what do you want to eat? Something delicious? Something expensive?"
"To broaden one's horizons, one must find something both expensive and delicious."
"Okay, but I have a few more words to say about the mission. After you set off safely tonight, be careful when you get to the next location. Don't be careless."
"Yes, I will." An Moxue was reassured about this. His seriousness was hidden beneath his laughter and jokes. His appearance and personality were both very good at concealing his true feelings, making people overlook certain things.
"Boss, I see you're really enjoying this stuff. I really can't stand it. Our tea is much better."
"It's still early for dinner, let's talk about what will happen after I leave."
"Speaking of this, there's a lot to say. Not long after you left, Fifty-Eight, who was a semester behind you, also went on a mission ahead of schedule. Then it was my turn. You don't know, but twelve more people from our batch stayed behind, which made everyone very happy. Some are in China, and some are abroad. I initially went to the international route. You've really stirred up our base."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, boss, there's also some bad news. I don't know, are you aware of it?"
"What? Speak." An Moxue had a bad feeling.
"Hey, do you remember Wu? He's the guy who got stung all over during our first field training session."
"Hmm, what's wrong with him?"
San'er paused for a moment, his voice suppressed, and said, "He sacrificed himself. He was captured during a mission, his hands and feet were cut off, his body was covered in wounds, and he was tortured beyond recognition. In the end, only his torso was found; his hands and feet were not recovered."
When did this happen?
“A month ago, I heard that he was buried in the Kyoto Martyrs’ Cemetery, and the tombstone reads Xiang Guorong.”
Did any of his colleagues attend his funeral?
"have."
"I will go see him when I get back."
Both of them were heartbroken; such a young and vibrant life had been cut short before they even turned twenty.
When they decided to take this path, they were destined to walk in darkness, sometimes facing misunderstandings and resentment from relatives and friends, and were destined to be alone.
“His parents only had two children. His older brother is said to have also sacrificed his life. His mother fainted several times at his funeral. Boss, when I heard that, I thought I misheard, so I specifically asked the instructor, Shen Rujun, to confirm.”
"Do you have his parents' contact address? Give me one."
"have."
Hearing him say that, An Moxue took out a notebook, handed it to him, and said, "Leave his parents' usual contact information."
San'er took a pen and wrote on the paper, saying as he wrote, "Boss, I've left my home address here. If you go there, contact me. If we're lucky, we might be able to meet! Like this time."
"Okay. I really didn't expect that a comrade would sacrifice his life in such a short time. In my mind, it would have been three to five years from now."
“Who isn’t? Boss, but you don’t know, Fifty-Eight’s results are also outstanding, and the base has already made a notice about it.”
"What's the situation like domestically?"
"Well, that's fine! I'm really glad that I don't have to just find any job or go to the countryside to live. My current job is the best for me. If I could, I would like to do it for the rest of my life, until I get old and can't do it anymore."
"Yes, we will. We will all be alright." She said this to him, but also to herself. She hoped that everyone else would be well, and that no one would be left behind.
"What about the food? Is it any better than the previous two years?"
"It's better now. In the past two years, there have been reports of bumper harvests across the country. But, as you know, our foundation is still very weak, and there are still many people who don't have enough to eat."
An Moxue wondered if she could get some food from Russia and smuggle it back to China, even just a few truckloads would be fine! She didn't plan to make any money, just enough to cover the expenses.
I now have several smuggling routes. As long as I cross the border with Russia and make arrangements with the border guards of Lan, I can even give the army the food directly!
"Things will get better. How about you? Are you still able to handle the mission?"
"Great, all the missions so far have been completed. What about your weapons? Are they enough? Do you need any support?"
"Is it free? We have limited funds."
An Moxue gave him a curt look. "Free."
"Boss is something else, you can tell he's rich and powerful. Can you tell me your current identity?"
"What's wrong? You really want to know?"
"Hmm, just by looking at this outfit, you can tell one word—expensive."
"You have some sense, you're an exchange student from Spring Mountain University."
"That's enough, that's all. I don't want to know anything more. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone." He silently roared in his heart—Mom! Mom! That other school must be a university of the same caliber! A prestigious international university! To be able to do missions and attend school at the same time, their status must be extraordinary. The boss will always be the boss; there's only room for looking up to them.
The two met and had a lot to say, but they also wanted to take San'er out for a big meal, so they left the coffee shop.
Once in the car, San'er touched this and that, completely ignoring An Moxue and ignoring where she was being led, and asked, "Boss, is this your car?"
"Hmm, you like it?" An Moxue could tell from his expression that this person must be a huge car enthusiast.
"I like it, I absolutely must like it." The answer was remarkably straightforward.
"Will you drive for a bit?"
"Never mind, I don't have a driver's license. I'll wait until I do! Safety first."
Yes, very good. You recognize your own identity and can exercise self-control.
"Boss, where are you taking me? What are we going to eat?"
"How about the International Grand Hotel? Is it okay? It's an international chain."
"Great, fantastic! In China, you can only go to international hotels if you're high-level or a foreign friend. Seeing the International Hotel in England is amazing!" he said, slapping his thigh twice.
An Moxue was very happy to see him; she hadn't relaxed like this in a long time.
“Boss, you may not know this, but I used to think I was living a good life back in China. But after crossing the border, I realized that my previous life was nothing. I not only want to live a good life myself, but I also want the people of our country to live such a good life.”
"I didn't expect that! You're really something! You still have that kind of ambition. Keep it up! I believe in you!"
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