Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

The friendship between Zeng Wangcai and Zheng Yilin started with a fight, and they really started dealing with each other in the recruit company when they joined the army. At that time, the two of them competed with each other and achieved mutual success.

During the time in the recruit company, Zeng Wangcai felt that Zheng Yilin didn't have any major problems except that he was a little arrogant.

Later, when they were in the first platoon of the Special Operations Team together and their contact became more in-depth, some of Zheng Yilin's shortcomings, or the aspects that were not suitable for the first platoon of the Special Operations Team, gradually became apparent.

Generally speaking... they are not the same kind of people. Zheng Yilin was born in a compound, and although he had strict family education, what he saw and heard was different from ordinary people, so his thoughts were also different, and he was unwilling to change his thoughts.

"Xiao Linzi, we say goodbye now. We will still be comrades-in-arms in the future." Zeng Wangcai said while driving.

What he meant was that the relationship ended there and nothing more.

"You didn't actually accept me from the beginning." Zheng Yilin calmed down now, and said with a little regret, "Why didn't you tell me if you had so many plans? Do you think I'm your deputy?"

Haha, you got it right. There are some things that only the closest people can know.

You...are not qualified!

Zeng Wangcai continued driving without responding to Zheng Yilin's words and simply agreed.

"Look, here you are again. It is obvious that you don't trust me." Zheng Yilin said.

"Yes, I really don't trust you about certain things, just like you can't trust the soldiers." Zeng Wangcai rolled down the car window and reached out to Xiaobao in the back to light a cigarette for him. "I don't want to say too much. Let's just leave it at that. We won't have a falling out so we can meet again in the future. You're in a different circle from us, so you can't force yourself to fit in."

"Zhou Mei is right. Let's do this." Zheng Yilin also lit a cigarette. "But let me remind you that it was our grandfather's idea that I follow you. I don't think it will work if we suddenly make such a fuss."

"Don't worry, you have to go. Not even Jesus can stop you. I said it!" Zeng Wangcai was in a good mood and made a joke, but it was a pity that it was difficult to find a soulmate in such a faraway place.

Zeng Wangcai's soul is lonely now. There are many things he cannot say, and no one will understand even if he says them.

Fortunately, I have my family and Zhang Xiuzhi. Otherwise, it would be really hard for a person to carry such a big secret.

In the past, I would check my phone every night, either watching dramas or reading novels. In the dead of night, I would open a secret website and start an exciting journey with the sound of "Macau real beautiful dealers dealing cards"...

Now there is nothing, and the huge discomfort is not something that everyone can tolerate, especially when there is space available.

Zeng Wangcai was silent, and Zheng Yilin seemed to have nothing to say either, driving in a dull manner.

The base was a little far from Chengde, and the GAZ-69 was not very fast. After driving for a while, Zeng Wangcai suddenly asked, "By the way, Xiao Linzi, do you keep in touch with Zhou Mei? By letter or phone? Have you ever heard her talk about Huang Liang?"

The fight was caused by Huang Liang and Zhou Mei. When he returned to Sijiu City, he did not look for them because he was worried that his work would drag his brothers down.

Zeng Wangcai knew that Huang Liang had some kind of feelings towards Zhou Mei.

"Yes!" Zheng Yilin answered concisely, "But no one knows whether they can succeed. Zhou Mei is different from us. She has a better family background and is smarter, but if they get married, her family will definitely intervene."

Zeng Wangcai knows this without being reminded.

Forget it, brother is still studying, let’s talk about it later.

After driving for half a day, we finally arrived at the military headquarters.

As soon as they arrived at the division headquarters, Chen Hong told them that the leader had personally asked about the matter and asked them to go directly to the leader.

When he saw Old Man Yang, he knew that there were no outsiders around, so he started to scold him: "Will you two die if you don't make trouble? You can't even pee in the same pot, what's going on?"

"Do you want me to speak or should I speak?" Zeng Wangcai looked at Zheng Yilin.

"Let me tell you!" Zheng Yilin was very straightforward. "Commander, I want to apply to be transferred from the Special Operations Team to a more difficult place."

When Old Man Yang heard this, he narrowed his eyes and did not express his opinion immediately.

In handling Zheng Yilin's case, Old Man Yang asked himself whether he had used a backdoor. Although Zheng Yilin's performance in the recruit company was very impressive, that performance had no effect on the Special Operations Team's first platoon.

The First Platoon of the Special Operations Department is a special organization in itself. When it was first established, the best arrangement was to give Zeng Wangcai a deputy who was capable of ideological education.

Later, Zeng Wangcai showed that he could be both a father and a mother, so Old Man Yang reluctantly arranged for Zheng Yilin to be the deputy platoon leader.

When he heard that Zheng Yilin was leaving, the thorn in Old Man Yang's heart loosened a little.

"You go out first, I'll talk to him." Old man Yang nodded towards the door.

Zheng Yilin immediately turned around and walked out.

"You two were cooperating well in the beginning, so why are you quarreling now?" Old man Yang wanted to know the real reason.

"The reason is... we have made great contributions." Zeng Wangcai naturally did not hide it, "After we came back, some people in the team were dissatisfied."

Well, this one sentence is enough.

Zheng Yilin is the deputy platoon leader, which is equivalent to the role of an instructor, and his main responsibility is internal ideology.

No matter who started the discordant voices within the team, Zheng Yilin has an unshirkable responsibility.

As the saying goes, a loud drum does not need a heavy hammer. Old man Yang, who has led troops all his life, understands this very well.

"Then who do you want?" Old Man Yang nodded, agreeing to Zheng Yilin's transfer. "You will be going to participate in special training soon, so it's better for the twelve of you to go. Since the team is in this situation, without an experienced person to calm it down, it will be difficult for you to carry out your work there later, right?"

"No need to send anyone else, I can do it alone." Zeng Wangcai replied.

"Bullshit! You're going against the rules. You don't even want to be the instructor." Old man Yang raised his eyebrows and his attitude changed.

Zeng Wangcai suddenly thought of Li Yunlong when he saw this. At that time, Li Yunlong had encountered a situation where he had no deputy in the independent regiment. He suggested that he should be both the father and the mother and did not let his superiors assign Zhao Gang to him.

He instantly understood what Old Man Yang was worried about, and explained with a forced smile: "Commander, you misunderstood. I don't want to be a mountain king. Our platoon is special. We don't have any combat training tasks for the time being. We mainly farm. I have done a good job of ideological work for the soldiers to ensure that they can complete the tasks excellently when I am not around. Sending another person who doesn't understand the situation will only make things worse."

"What's going on? Don't fool me. The ideological work of the soldiers is very important. It's not that easy to do well." Old man Yang didn't believe it.

It's no wonder that he doesn't believe it. The army attaches great importance to ideological education, and ideological education is indeed not easy. Otherwise, such people would not be equipped in every grassroots unit.

Old man Yang felt that the ideological problems of a row of soldiers were very serious. They had different ideas because of their military achievements, and it would take more than a day or two to correct them.

"It's really solved, Commander, believe me!" Zeng Wangcai said seriously, "It's not difficult. They just envy my military achievements, so just give them the opportunity to make military achievements. It's not that complicated."

"Bullshit, do you think military merit is so easy to get? If the soldiers can't get it, it will be a bigger problem."

"Military merit... isn't it hard to get it? How can you not get military merit if you have made outstanding contributions?"

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