A roar, almost like a roar, sounded in the office.
"Huang Kebiao, Xue Shaogong, you are the captains of the Liantai Flying Corps, not the matchmakers who protect the matchmakers!"
Gao Hongming, who became more and more angry as he spoke, raised his foot and kicked the two of them in the back, "Since you care so much about your brothers' life-long affairs, how about I give up your position as captain and change your career to a matchmaker!"
!”
As the captains of the Flying Corps, Huang Kebiao and Xue Shaogong were in charge of hundreds of people. It can be said that except for Huang Huaimin in the Flying Corps, these two people were more powerful than one person.
Now he was beaten to pieces by Gao Hongming but he didn't dare to say a word, he just lowered his head with a look of shame on his face.
Huang Huaimin on the side felt relieved when he saw Gao Hongming scolding. Of course he knew that in the army, generally speaking, if a boss curses at his subordinates mercilessly, it proves that your boy can still be saved.
If you make a mistake and your boss doesn't even bother to scold you, but instead talks to you calmly or even with a smile, chances are that your boss has given up on you.
He took a step forward to smooth things over and said: "Come on, please calm down first. It's not like you don't know the virtues of these two gangsters. Don't worry... I will teach them a lesson later."
Seeing Huang Huaimin come out to plead for mercy, Gao Hongming couldn't help but give him face. He snorted, "Since you said so, I will give you this face today. But I have my ugly words ahead. If you don't handle it well, I won't even give you the favor."
Let’s clean it up together!”
After saying that, Gao Hongming turned around and left the office. Now that the war was about to begin, he didn't know how many things he had to do all day long, so he had no time to spend here.
"Bang!"
Hearing the sound of the door closing outside, Huang Kebiao, who had been downcast after being scolded just now, raised his head and said aggrievedly: "Sir, why were the members of the group so angry just now? It was just a dance party."
"You still have the nerve to say it!"
When mentioning this, even Huang Huaimin couldn't help but curse: "Now that the war is coming, so many spies are craning their necks to get our information. How dare you... dare to let a group of outsiders come to the airport with such arrogance?"
Dance, do you think you can’t die quickly enough?”
"spy?"
The two of them looked at each other, and Xue Shaogong asked doubtfully: "Sir, that's not the case, is it? We just invited some female teachers and some young ladies from the gentry and celebrities, how can we have anything to do with spies?"
"you……"
Huang Huaimin was almost angry, "Are they just some female teachers and celebrities? Do you know how many of these people are spies of the Central Command and the Military Command?"
That’s all the people from the Central Command and the Military Command. At least they won’t kill you easily. What if a Japanese spy is mixed in and puts a bomb in the oil depot or ammunition depot while the party is going on?
At that time, even if you have nine heads, it won’t be enough!”
"Japanese spy?"
As soon as they heard this, both of them trembled, "Sir, don't scare me, why are there Japanese spies? We hired teachers from Lien Taichung Middle School and ladies from gentry and famous families!"
"you!"
If Huang Huaimin hadn't lame one leg, he might have followed Gao Hongming's example and kicked their butts a few times.
He tried to comfort himself. He was so angry at these two bastards who only knew how to fly a plane. After he calmed down a little, he said coldly: "You two, listen carefully.
The leader has given an order, and tonight's dance will go on as usual, but the security of the venue will be taken over by people from the Investigation Department. You only need to obey their orders, do you understand?"
"What... let the Black Faced God's people take over the security of the airport?"
Huang Kebiao and Xue Shaogong became a little anxious when they heard this.
The three words "Investigation Department" are relatively unfamiliar to ordinary people, but it is different for middle- and high-level military officers. Who doesn't know that the Investigation Department is Gao Hongming's eyes hidden in the dark.
Since ancient times, no soldier likes to deal with people who engage in intelligence, and Xue Shaogong and Huang Kebiao are no exception.
"Sir..."
As soon as Huang Kebiao started speaking, he was interrupted by Huang Huaimin: "This is an order. If you understand it, you must obey it. If you don't understand it, you must obey it. Do you understand?"
"yes!"
For soldiers, once an order is officially issued, there is no room for bargaining, and both of them can only obey it no matter how reluctant they are.
Time passed slowly, and night began to fall. A warehouse at Airport 3 that was urgently converted into a conference venue was brightly lit.
On one side of the huge warehouse, there are more than a dozen tables covered with green velvet, with red wine, champagne, cola, pastries, cigarettes and fruits on them. On the other side, there are dozens of tables and chairs.
, these tables are already full of people at this moment.
Not only that, there is a large open space in the middle of the warehouse, where dozens of pairs of young pilots and girls in either gorgeous or plain clothes are dancing to the accompaniment of music.
Liang Guangxing held a glass of red wine and sat alone on a stool, watching the gorgeously dressed Liao Yaquan shuttle among the pilots like a butterfly, with an angry and helpless expression on his face.
During this time, he finally realized what it means to be involuntarily. Ever since this woman took control, he was living in a nightmare. He would often have nightmares, fearing that he would be taken away by the Bureau of Investigation one day.
Or take it to a military court.
This woman was like a beautiful snake, squeezing his bottom line little by little, from asking him to provide some simple information on the entry and exit of logistics materials, to the training status of the troops.
However, Liao Yaquan finally understood that he was just a logistics officer, and the information he knew was limited to the logistics department. He had no chance to access the confidential information of the Liantai Militia. Moreover, Liao Yaquan, who had studied psychology, also understood that if he was over-squeezed, Liao Guangxing would be harmed.
If the string in your heart breaks, it will lead to unpredictable consequences.
Therefore, she has not made any excessive demands during this period of time, but today Liao Yaquan pestered him again and insisted that Liang Guangxing take him to this party ball.
Liang Guangxing refused at first, but could not withstand Liao Yaquan's threats, so he had no choice but to come.
Sure enough, less than an hour after the dance started, Liao Yaquan used his superb social skills to get acquainted with several young pilots and even danced several times.
Looking at the smiling Liao Yaquan on the dance floor, Liang Guangxing's heart became colder and colder. He knew very well in his heart that the reason why Liao Yaquan still needed him was just because he needed his identity to get to know the powerful officers of the Liantai Militia. When Liao Yaquan
Once you have made enough connections, your chances of being useful are gone.
Our ancestors had a saying to describe a cunning rabbit...