Zhang Ruoyu's lazy voice came from the other side of the phone as he just woke up: "Your sister wants to eat beef noodles. I have to make breakfast for your sister when I get up. By the way, have you eaten? Do you want my brother-in-law to bring you a bowl?"
come over?"
"——" Han Dong was a little confused.
Brother-in-law, are you pretending not to hear, or are you not taking my matter seriously?
Brother, I have dreamed of being a soldier all my life, and now that dream is about to be shattered, are you still thinking about my sister’s bowl of beef noodles?
You want to bring me a bowl of beef noodles to school? Can I eat it?
But Han Dong knew his brother-in-law.
He has always been indifferent, neither big nor small, cynical...
It seemed like there was nothing in the world worth worrying about and getting angry about.
It seems that he doesn't take anything in the world seriously.
After thinking about this, Han Dong was not in a hurry.
"Take it with you, I just haven't had breakfast yet." Han Dong rolled his eyes.
"I'll give you more garlic."
Zhang Ruoyu on the phone got out of bed and turned into a gourmet: "If you eat noodles without garlic, the flavor will be reduced by half."
After hanging up the phone, she saw that Mr. Han was sleeping soundly, and Brother Zhang didn't wake her up. He walked towards the kitchen and made a phone call.
"Hey, where are you?" Zhang Ruoyu threw a cigarette into his mouth and boiled water to make noodles.
"I arrived at Binhai in the early morning. Accompanied by several Binhai leaders, I came to visit your grave." Long Fei said.
Beimang Marshal Long Fei came to Binhai in person, and of course he had to do something. Visiting General Zhang's grave was the best reason.
It seems only reasonable to take care of other things along the way.
Last night, Han Dong blew his whistle in front of everyone, so of course people will remember him.
There are many people in the Han family who are displeased in the capital.
But what Zhang Ruoyu didn't expect was that the other party would come so quickly, formulating a plan against Han Dong in one night, and dispatching the military discipline team.
It seems that the trouble that Old Demon Han caused in Yanjing City was big enough and ruthless enough, and he has been harboring grudges for a long time.
Not only did they want to kill Han Jiangxue, but they also wanted to kill their youngest son Han Dong.
"I'll go over after sweeping the tomb." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.
"I haven't had breakfast yet." Long Fei was a little dissatisfied.
"Can you grow taller if you eat more breakfast?"
Zhang Ruoyu said dissatisfied: "My brother-in-law is almost being tortured to death, but you still have the heart to have breakfast? Are you afraid that if he enters Beimang in the future, he will surpass you in the limelight and steal your seat?"
Long Fei sneered: "Are you kidding me? I, Long Fei, have been in the army for ten years and have fought hundreds of battles for the rest of my life. Is he worthy of threatening me?"
"Okay, you, Marshal Long, are awesome." Zhang Ruoyu said thoughtfully. "When we meet later, do you want me to salute you?"
"Brother, are you coming over too?" Long Fei shrank his neck and immediately straightened his attitude. "I'll cry in front of your grave and then I'll be over. Soon."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ruoyu started making beef noodles.
Xuebao once ate beef noodles before and didn't finish it. Brother Zhang lost his temper. But after thinking about it, he probably got tired of the soup noodles. Today he decided to make cold beef noodles and bring them to Han Dong. He was not afraid of the noodles.
It’s lumpy.
I made a small bowl of delicate cold noodles, with a poached egg fried on top, shredded cucumber and ham chopped into very stylish shapes, and even a bowl of rice wine and egg drop made fresh to avoid Xuebao choking.
The bowl of beef cold noodles packed for Han Dong was generous, but there was no plate or fried egg. Instead, a head of garlic was peeled and stuffed in. It looked very spicy...
Brother Zhang simply ate two pieces of hand-shredded bread, walked to the bedside and pinched Xuebao's delicate face: "Mr. Han, the noodles are on the table. I will approve my leave request later."
Xuebao frowned and evaded: "Why do your hands smell like garlic? It smells really bad."
"You don't like the soup noodles I made, so I have to make cold noodles for you? Can you eat cold noodles without pounding garlic?"
Brother Zhang reminded Xuebao: "Remember to rinse your mouth and brush your teeth after eating, otherwise the iceberg image of the Seaside Snake and Scorpion Queen will be completely ruined."
Xuebao opened his beautiful eyes, raised his hand and pinched Brother Zhang's straight nose, and said slyly: "Go ahead, I'll close my eyes for a while, I almost killed you in my dream just now."
Brother Zhang was furious, slapped Xuebao on the butt, and stomped away.
…
Han Dong was in a stalemate with the discipline team. Li Peigong was determined to protect his students, while Wu Tong had a sinister look on his face and a tough attitude. If Han Dong was not taken away today, the matter would not be over.
There are more and more onlookers at the entrance of the dormitory building. Even Min Jianghan, who was stimulated last night, is hiding in the crowd, with a sneer on his lips and full of gloating.
Wasn't he quite good at pretending last night? Wasn't he the young master of the Han family in Binhai? Now he is misfiring?
Why don't you ask your sister, the seaside femme fatale queen, to help you?
If you don't come, is it because you haven't woken up yet?
"Jiang, this classmate, let me borrow it for a moment. Hey, why are you stepping on my toes? This is a brand-name product."
Zhang Ruoyu, sweating profusely, squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the "crime center" carrying cold noodles.
The situation has become tense and tense.
Han Dong looked like a bullfighter, glaring fiercely at Wu Tong and others.
Wu Tong was completely disgraced after being kicked. He had to take this bastard away today.
Li Peigong was stiff in the middle, but he was determined to fight to the death.
If no one comes to break the situation, this group of people who haven't even had breakfast will be hungry.
"Xiao Dong, eat noodles first."
Zhang Ruoyu pulled Han Dong and handed the noodles to his brother-in-law.
"Brother-in-law..." Han Dong said with a surprised expression. "Are you really showing off your dignity?"
"Isn't that nonsense? My brother-in-law's iron mouth is straight and his spit can penetrate a wall." Zhang Ruoyu threw a cigarette into his mouth and glanced sideways at Wu Tong. "Are these guys trying to destroy your Taoist heart?"
"Yeah!" Han Dong nodded.
"Let's eat some noodles. My brother-in-law's secret cold noodles are excellent. If you go to Beimang in the future, you won't be able to eat them." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled thick smoke.
Han Dong was sweating profusely.
Still going to Beimang?
With that group of guys in such a position, as long as my brother-in-law can help him keep his diploma and join the army in the future, then they will be his reborn parents.
Going to Beimang? He didn't have any extravagant hopes for the time being.
Wu Tong made it very clear that recruits and military school students cannot go directly to Beimang. This is an iron rule set by General Zhang.
And it's all documented.
Even if Marshal Long Fei takes action, it's hard to overturn the rules set by the previous Marshal, right?
Seeing his brother-in-law striding towards Wu Tong, with his hands in his pockets, his face full of evil, and the splayed steps under his feet, he showed an air of disapproval.
Han Dong suddenly realized that he had been fooled by his brother-in-law. No wonder the buddies in the dormitory recently kept saying that he had a heavy burden as an idol...
"When did the discipline team dare to take care of Beimang's affairs?"
Zhang Ruoyu approached Wu Tong and glanced at him with his dark eyes.
"As long as it is a violation of discipline, no matter where it is, the discipline team has the right to investigate." Wu Tong looked at Zhang Ruoyu coldly.
This guy has a very evil temperament, and the way he looks at himself is disturbing.
"A bit crazy." Zhang Ruoyu took out a crumpled recommendation letter from his pocket and said calmly, "Look at this."
Wu Tong took it and took a look at it with doubts on his face, and his expression suddenly changed.
This letter of recommendation is stamped with General Zhang Xiangbei's official seal and General Zhang Xiangbei's autograph.
The content of the recommendation letter is as follows: "Han Dong is a talent urgently needed by the military. In extraordinary times, special promotions should be made. I believe that Han Dong, son, will definitely inherit my mantle in the future and become a minister of China..."
This is a handwritten recommendation letter, dated and written three months before General Zhang's death.
After Wu Tong read it, he was dumbfounded and unbelievable.
When did General Zhang meet Han Dong?
And judging from the handwriting, this letter of recommendation seems to have been written just today. Even General Zhang’s official seal...
When Wu Tong touched his hand, his thumb turned red...
Zhang Ruoyu glanced at it and said calmly: "The tide has returned to the coastal area in the past few days, so it is reasonable for the color to fade a bit."
"Is this really a letter of recommendation written by General Zhang?" Wu Tong frowned, thinking it was too coincidental and incredible.
"Otherwise?" Zhang Ruoyu said displeasedly. "Who dares to fake General Zhang's name? And privately affix General Zhang's official seal?"
