There's no reason or emotion behind the authorities to restrict them; they're not just being unreasonable.
Lu Zhaolin nodded in agreement. Even if things didn't go well, there was still his grandfather; he couldn't let all those calls go to waste.
If necessary, we can bring it out for a spin; it should be somewhat effective.
Besides, in this kind of thing, it's a matter of mutual consent. He just wants to marry Song Qinghe, even if he can't get a promotion for several years in a row. He's willing to gamble his future and his career just to marry her. So what?
Fortunately, what they wished for came true; the political review, though delayed, finally arrived, so their worries weren't in vain.
As soon as the two finished speaking, Lu Jinguang rushed over and called to Lu Zhaolin, saying that someone from the army had come and was waiting for him at the brigade headquarters, and that he should hurry over and take a look.
They say there will be a background check or something, so you absolutely can't be vague about it.
Lu Zhaolin and Song Qinghe exchanged a glance and quickly headed towards the brigade headquarters. The sooner the political review was completed, the sooner they could put their minds at ease.
Lu Zhaolin pondered whether the person who came was someone he knew.
That way, he can mediate between them.
Unexpectedly, they were not only acquaintances, but also quite familiar with each other, and not just familiar, but also giving Lu Zhaolin a headache!
Why would it be Zheng Deshan who came?
In the past, political vetting was conducted by comrades from the political department, and leaders from the regiment almost never participated in the process.
When Zheng Deshan came over, he didn't know if he was there to cause trouble or to attend a wedding.
When Zheng Deshan saw Lu Zhaolin, he was still very serious, and his eyes showed some displeasure.
What's with that expression on his face? When subordinates see their boss, don't they all rush over to greet them?
Instead of coming closer, he looked at him with disgust.
Who are you trying to infuriate?
"Cough cough cough!"
"Qinghe, this is our regimental commander."
Hearing him cough, Lu Zhaolin rolled his eyes in annoyance.
It sounded like they were reluctant to come, as if they weren't very welcoming of their arrival.
Zheng Deshan immediately became anxious: "You brat, what kind of attitude is this? I'm personally conducting your background check and overseeing your case, that's giving you face!"
"You don't welcome me? Let me tell you... Oh, you must be Comrade Song Qinghe. Don't worry, the political review is just a formality, asking some basic questions. Don't be concerned."
Before Zheng Deshan could finish speaking, he abruptly changed his tone and presented a completely different version of events.
Song Qinghe was wondering why the regimental commander had suddenly changed his story when she caught a glimpse of Lu Zhengguo entering.
He used to walk briskly, but now he's using a cane, with Lu Dongzheng by his side.
Zheng Deshan could no longer sit still and quickly stood up to salute his former leader.
Lu Zhengguo sighed, "Ah, Xiao Zheng, it's been so many years since we last saw each other!"
"Yes, sir, it's been twenty years!" Zheng Deshan's eyes were slightly red. The last time they met, his old leader was in good health.
He's very healthy and doesn't need anyone's help when he walks.
Now, twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has grown old.
Zheng Deshan stepped forward and stood beside him.
Lu Zhengguo didn't waste any words with him and said directly, "This man is old. You said it was time for him to die, but he won't. I don't know what he's waiting for!"
"I don't have any other wishes in this life, I just want to see my little grandson get married and have children..."
"Yes, yes, don't say discouraging things!" Zheng Deshan, who had become a regimental commander, was as shrewd as a person, and he understood what Lu Zhengguo meant in the blink of an eye.
Goodness, he came here specifically to support his granddaughter-in-law, afraid of putting himself in a difficult position.
Zheng Deshan dared not delay and quickly winked at the few comrades he had brought, signaling that they could begin.
The young comrades first saluted the old leader, and then called Song Qinghe into the small room next door for routine questioning.
I just answered whatever they asked.
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