Even though Ye Boxuan had given him a heads-up in advance, he still said fearlessly, "I want to run for election normally."
He just wanted to see for himself how attractive he could be, which prompted his own father to remind him to rely on his real ability. Could it be that he didn't have real ability?
So far, at least Chu Yifeng, who was sitting on the train and carrying an ordinary private's luggage bag, had not felt it yet. He felt that he had the ability to control everything.
However, he had to say one thing. Based on his experience as a staff officer for Ye Boxuan, he was certain of one thing, and he also had an indescribable sense of anticipation in his heart, which was:
The soldiers sitting on the train now look very ordinary, but a large proportion of them are cadres, and they all have to listen to the orders of two ordinary soldiers.
What do more cadres represent?
Each of them is a bit unruly and arrogant.
Those wearing military uniforms with "four pockets" are arrogant and don't like to pay attention to those wearing uniforms with "two pockets" to show their status, and the atmosphere is also a bit loose.
Are all of them like him, having to go there?
Well, he might have been on leave for too long, and when he arrived at the military area, he was assembled and there was no news at all.
Just as Chu Yifeng was looking out the window expressionlessly, feeling bored while watching the night, he felt someone throwing something at him. Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed it without even turning his head.
"Hehe, Brother Chu, you reacted pretty quickly. Okay, I thought your hospitalization was over." Junhui smiled, and the scar on his face was distorted when he smiled.
Chu Yifeng placed the calcium milk biscuits he had taken on the dining table:
"You're finished."
Junhui nudged the tall and strong man sitting next to Chu Yifeng with his elbow:
"Hey? Man, move aside. I want to talk to my brother."
Just when he was smiling and planning to exchange places with the man, he unexpectedly ran into an obstacle.
Lu Qingcang, who had dark skin, cold eyes and also had "four pockets", didn't even glance at Junhui and remained motionless.
This is the inconvenience of not having specific military ranks. No one obeys anyone else, and no one listens to anyone else.
Jun Hui tilted his head to look at Lu Qingcang with a wicked smile on his face:
"Hey, what do you mean? I told you to get out of the way, why are you pretending to be deaf? I'm talking to you!" The last sentence was already in a threatening tone.
It was only because a soldier sitting opposite Chu Yifeng stood up and offered his seat that a dispute was avoided as soon as he stepped onto the train.
It can be seen that soldiers are capable of winning battles, but they are also competitive and like to take action when there is a disagreement.
Even so, Junhui, who always had the aura of a soldier, sat there and looked at Lu Qingcang with a provocative look.
It was only when Chu Yifeng kicked him under the table that Junhui stopped frowning at him, as if to give face to Brother Chu.
(There will be additional chapters on the Heshi Bi later, please wait...) (To be continued.)
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