Chen Qi looked straight ahead and said indifferently.
"We soldiers are loyal to the country and care about the people. We never ask for anything in return. As long as we can receive a little respect and a little recognition, that is enough."
"Wang Dawei, former sergeant of the Third Brigade of the Seventh Division of the Northeast Field Army, participated in seven battles in his life and wiped out a total of twenty-three enemies."
"In the last battle, their entire company of 117 people faced an enemy several times their own and held their position for thirty-two hours. Finally, at the cost of nearly annihilating the entire army, they successfully covered the retreat of the large army."
"His broken arm was blown away by enemy artillery fire at that time."
Chen Qi stared at Shen Zhen, his tone was indifferent, and there was no emotion at all.
"Aren't such soldiers worthy of respect?"
"Don't such heroes deserve recognition?"
Not far away, Wang Dawei subconsciously touched his broken arm, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.
He was surprised that Chen Qi actually knew so clearly about his past military career.
I thought that this high-ranking general who ruled the country would not care too much about a small soldier with no achievements to speak of.
But Chen Qi was able to recount his deeds that were not worth mentioning, which moved him very much.
When he was young, Wang Dawei and some of his colleagues went north to join the army, vowing to make some contribution to the country.
But when he returned from retirement, he looked back.
But he found that all the faces he knew well in the past had been buried underground forever, and he was the only one left, alone?
Compared with them, Wang Dawei thinks that he is lucky. At least, compared with those comrades whose bones are buried in foreign lands, he can still live!
How many days and nights had he looked at the cold tombstones of his comrades, imagining that if possible, he really hoped that he could use his own life to exchange for their survival.
Bang bang bang!!
Shen Zhen kowtowed crazily and trembled, "I'm sorry, General, he is a hero, we should not be disrespectful to heroes!"
Chen Qi glanced at Shen Zhen and said, "Some wrong things, once done, there is no room for maneuver."
"Suzaku, you come to deal with the aftermath, we'll go in first."
Suzaku nodded slightly, "Yes, Dragon Lord."
After that, Chen Qi straightened his clothes and led Wang Dawei and Wang Meizi into the cemetery management office gate.
Zhang Aoman was leaning on his chair, with his legs resting on the table, talking to several people standing in front of him.
"Is that old guy Wang Dawei looking for trouble again?"
"No more. Since we broke a leg last time, it has never appeared again."
Zhang Aoman sneered for a moment, "He knows what he's doing. A small cemetery administrator dares to come to our place to cause trouble. I'm lucky he didn't beat him to death!"
At this time, someone was slightly worried and said, "Brother Zhang, that Wang Dawei once said that the money was donated by someone to repair the cemetery. If we just swallowed it for no reason, wouldn't it be a bit..."
Zhang Aoman glanced at the other party, "Do you believe this?"
“In what age are people still donating money to cemeteries?
And there are as many as 50 million!”
"Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?"
Zhang Aoman lit a cigarette for himself, shook his head and said, "In my opinion, it was probably picked up or stolen by Wang Dawei, and it won't be a big deal."
Everyone nodded subconsciously.
Wang Dawei is the administrator of the Tomb of the Heroes of Shangjing. It sounds like he has a high position, but he is actually responsible for the cleaning and cleaning of the cemetery.
In the past, Wang Dawei could always pick up some valuables such as wallets, jewelry, watches, etc. from grave-sweepers in the cemetery, and he would hand them all over.
This time he was able to pick up a check with a face value of 50 million. Although his luck was a bit surprising, if you think about it carefully, it is not completely impossible.
Someone chuckled and said, "Tell me, is there something wrong with Wang Dawei's brain? He didn't keep the 50 million check for himself, but took the initiative to hand it over and asked for repairs to the cemetery. Why are you pretending to be so noble?"
The other person laughed and replied, "What do you know? It's a check with a face value of fifty million. If a person like him who has never seen the world holds it in his hand, he will definitely be scared and unable to sleep in the middle of the night."
"He must be thinking that if he can hand over so much money, he might be commended by our cemetery management office?"
As the saying goes, an ordinary man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.
In the eyes of these people, Wang Dawei, a small figure at the bottom of society, actually owned a huge sum of money.
This in itself is a great sin.
They took it as their own, which was also a relief for Wang Dawei.
Zhang Aoman took a deep breath from his cigarette, and a cold light shot out in his eyes, "It's best not to make this matter a big deal. The management from above has been strict recently, so you all need to be smarter."
"If necessary, it's better to do that Wang Dawei's job to avoid long nights and dreams.
In this way, even if the higher authorities investigate, we will not admit it, and they will be unable to do anything to us."
Everyone smiled slightly, "Brother Zhang, this is asking us to return to our old profession again."
Zhang Aoman and his gang were actually not civil servants, but desperadoes who had been wandering the streets all year round.
The so-called, taking people's money and helping others to eliminate disasters was their way of making a living in the past.
Murder, arson, and committing all kinds of evil are their normal behavior.
And they were able to reach their current position only by relying on some unfair means.
In other words, they are now a group of evil wolves wearing a bright coat, but in fact their true nature is hard to change.
However, their current status makes them act more unscrupulously.
Therefore, for them, there is no psychological pressure to deal with a low-level person who has no status at all.
"Don't worry, Brother Zhang, we know what to do."
Another person rubbed his hands and said, "Brother Zhang, you got 50 million for nothing this time. Do you think we..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Zhang Aoman with hope.
In the past, every time Zhang Aoman got money, he would divide the spoils among his younger brothers, which was regarded as their hard work.
But this time, Zhang Aoman made 50 million. Even if he gave them a small change, it would be enough for them to squander it for a long time.
Zhang Aoman smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, we are all brothers. If I eat meat, I will naturally give you a sip of soup."
When everyone heard this, they all smiled happily.
But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Director Zhang, Director Zhang!"
Zhang Aoman frowned and scolded sternly, "Why are you making such a fuss?"
"Outside, there's someone outside who wants to see you by name!"
"Can I make an appointment?"
"No."
Zhang Aoman was full of authority, "Then let him go! I don't have time to see some idle people waiting!"
