1937: The Younger Soldiers Will Do Well

The Younger Soldiers Will Do Well

"That's right. As leaders, we shouldn't compete with the younger soldiers since we have a limited guest quota anyway. Some haven't returned home for a few years, unlike the special forces team. Did your team get a break after the selection process? It's also something I'd like to discuss with you. Can your team give some quota to my regiment for the Independence Day event?"1

"The higher-ups usually allocate the quotas for each regiment, and most will always wish for more. The soldiers are from all over the country, and some haven't seen their family members in a long time. I've given my quota to my regiment as well, and we don't have any extra the other regiments." Lu Xingzhi's rejection was very straightforward. He did not say anything, and he did not use too many nice words to explain.

The people in the army said that Lu Xingzhi was aloof and very difficult to get along with. That man pretended as if he had never heard of that. He thought that Lu Xingzhi would behave better since he was new at that army base, so he pretended to ask that.

"I see."

That person looked at Lu Xingzhi's expression for a few seconds, changed the topic, and said, "Are you participating in any of the competitions?"

Lu Xingzhi lowered his head and took out a document. He looked at it while talking to that man. It seemed casual, but it was also to let people know that he was busy.

He paused for a few seconds. After he finished reading the first page of the document, he acted as if he remembered that there was someone else in the office. He raised his head and said, "All of them."

His actions showed that he was too lazy to continue talking to the person in front of him.

"The younger soldiers will do well too. It looks like you're busy; I won't disturb you. I look forward to seeing your results in the competitions. I shall take my leave now."

Then, Lu Xingzhi raised his head from the documents. He thought for a moment and snorted. That man was probably there to find out which competition he would participate in.

It was rather obvious—they wanted to see how Lu Xingzhi would be defeated.

Lu Xingzhi sorted the urgent documents in his office and called for someone to send them to him. He was busy for more than an hour. When he left the office, it was already dark outside. Zhou Junmin had yet to return to the army base.

Lu Xingzhi returned home a little late. When he reached home, he smelled the aroma of food.

When he entered the house, Jiang Yao was holding her phone and making a phone call. She was chatting with someone while munching on the apple in her hand. She was leaning against the sofa unsteadily, her bare feet stepping on the ground, swaying gently from time to time.

She was so happy on the phone that she did not notice Lu Xingzhi, who had entered the room. It was not until Lu Xingzhi walked up to her and touched her head that she looked at Lu Xingzhi in surprise. She diverted some of her attention to Lu Xingzhi.

"You're back? I've already cooked the rice." Jiang Yao poked her tongue in the direction of the kitchen. "But you don't want me to use cold water, so I didn't wash the vegetables."

"Leave that to me. In the future, you just need to cook the rice." Lu Xingzhi nodded and asked, "Who are you talking to?"

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