"What major did you study in the army?" Qin Fei deliberately changed the subject, "I need to know what you can do."
"Isn't communications very popular in Africa now?" Zhao Xin said with confidence: "I studied drones when I was in the reconnaissance camp, and also participated in health worker training. After I came back, I worked in the communications industry for another year.
I am definitely capable of the job, not to mention that we soldiers can learn if we don’t understand. When it comes to enduring hardships and working hard, there is no one who can compare with us."
"The hygienist is good." Qin Fei responded, remembering that there was actually a battlefield ambulance in his squad. In fact, the army's hygienist learned this set of professions, which was quite suitable.
However, he did not intend to recruit Zhao Xin to become a mercenary. After all, this is a life-saving business.
"What major did you study?" Zhao Xin asked.
"Armed reconnaissance." Qin Fei thought for a while and asked: "Zhao Xin, if you want to go abroad, are you willing to give up Xiaoyan?"
Zhao Xin sighed: "A man must first achieve a career. I have thought about it. I will work for a few years to save some money and then pursue Xiaoyan. She is still in her sophomore year."
"Why are you sitting together?"
While the two were chatting, Xiaoyan suddenly appeared behind Zhao Xin.
Zhao Xin was startled, and the tea in the cup in his hand overflowed.
"Oh, he...he is my comrade, so I might as well sit together." Zhao Xin stood up, put the things Xiaoyan brought in front of him, and said at the same time: "Just put it here."
Someone at the next table called for the bill, so Xiaoyan put down Zhao Xin's noodles and potato shreds and went over to take the bill for the guest.
Zhao Xin breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down in his seat. His eyes suddenly fell on the back of Qin Fei's hand.
The back of Qin Fei's hand was covered in scars. He had been hit by a knife at that location, and was also scratched by bullets and cuts. It looked like a scar, which made people shudder.
"Your hands..."
Qin Fei subconsciously retracted the guard and raised it to greet Xiaoyan: "Please bring two bottles of beer."
He avoided Zhao Xin's question.
The door of the private room was suddenly opened. A shirtless fat man with a mole on his right cheek and a two-inch beard stretched out his head and shouted to Xiaoyan: "Hey, boss! Another box of beer!"
hurry up!"
Qin Fei looked past the fat man and saw that the private room behind him was filled with smoke. There were seven or eight red-faced guys at the table, almost all of whom were shirtless.
These people all wore the same style of pants, navy blue, obviously some kind of uniform.
"Hey, come on." Xiaoyan responded, a trace of boredom flashed across her face, but she still went around to the kitchen to get a beer.
The fat man seemed to notice that Qin Fei was looking at him. He turned his small eyes, which had been reddened by alcohol, and glared at Qin Fei. Qin Fei had a smile on his face, but his eyes did not avert at all, and he directly faced the fat man.
Already.
The fat man felt guilty in his heart. He seemed to feel that there was a sword hidden in Qin Fei's eyes, and it would stab him in the eyes whenever he looked directly at him. It was extremely sharp.
He shrank his head, slammed the door of the private room again, and shut out the noise in the room.
"Scum!"
Zhao Xin cursed angrily.
"Do you know them?" Qin Fei asked.
"The village committee-like security guards in this urban village are just a bunch of dogs. They are actually thugs!" Zhao Xin said.
Qin Fei smiled and said, "Why do you know so well?"
"I live in this village." Zhao Xin pointed in a direction outside the door, "On the fifth floor of the rental house at the head of the village."
While the two were chatting, Xiaoyan moved a box of Tsingtao beer from the warehouse in the back kitchen. Zhao Xin stood up to pick it up and said to Xiaoyan: "Don't go in, there are all smokers and drunkards in there."
Xiaoyan didn't insist even after thinking about it and asked Zhao Xin to send the wine to the private room.
Returning to his seat, Zhao Xin asked Xiaoyan: "How many accounts have these guys racked up here?"
"More than eighteen thousand..." Xiaoyan's eyes suddenly turned red, "I haven't settled a bill yet this year!"
"These idiots!" Zhao Xin's fists suddenly clenched and made a rattling sound.
"Don't mess around, don't cause trouble with my dad." Xiaoyan seemed to have seen Zhao Xin's intention and was extremely nervous.
Zhao Xin gritted his teeth and said: "If I weren't afraid of causing trouble to the veterans, I would have destroyed these grandsons long ago!"
"Who are you destroying?"
A deep voice came from behind Zhao Xin. Qin Fei looked up and knew it was Xiaoyan's father without even asking.
There is a slight resemblance between the eyebrows of the two father and daughter.
This restaurant owner, whom Zhao Xin calls "veteran", is wearing a faded camouflage uniform and an apron. His face is thin and dark, but his hair is very energetic, except for the frost on his temples.
It looks like he is about fifty years old.
From the veteran's slightly cloudy but calm eyes, Qin Fei could almost conclude that this man had been on the battlefield.
There is one detail that Qin Fei also noticed.
When the veteran walks, he looks a little unnatural. If you look closely, you can see that his right leg seems to be somewhat disabled.
"Old squad leader." Qin Fei stood up and gave a military salute.
"I have been retired for many years, why don't you call me Lao He?" The veteran was a little embarrassed, but returned the gift naturally.
He pulled a stool from the side and sat at the table. Lao He glanced at the dishes on the table and asked Qin Fei: "How is it? How is the craftsmanship?"
"Very good! It suits my taste very well!" Qin Fei replied quickly.
Lao He kept looking at Qin Fei and suddenly said: "Strange..."
Zhao Xin said: "What's weird?"
After that, he looked at Qin Fei.
Lao He was stunned for a moment and seemed unwilling to answer, "Nothing, nothing..."
Qin Fei suddenly became curious, why did Lao He look at himself with that strange look.
"Monitor Lao He, when you looked at me just now, did you think my outfit was strange?" Qin Fei couldn't help but ask.
Lao He shook his head: "No, no, no, I look much younger now when I dress like you. Many military fans like to dress like this."
Qin Fei said in confusion: "That's..."
Lao He picked up a clean cup on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and looked up at Qin Fei: "You really want to know what I was thinking just now?"
"Yeah." Qin Fei said, "I'm very interested in hearing it."
"I'm just surprised that you are so young. You must have been a soldier for a few years, but the look in your eyes shows that only someone who has been on the battlefield can look like you, only someone who has climbed out of a pile of dead people."
Lao He told the truth.
Qin Fei's heart was shocked, just like two lions in the wilderness. Even if they couldn't see each other in the dark night, they could tell from the smell that they were the same species.
Qin Fei saw that Lao He had been on the battlefield, and Lao He also saw at a glance that Qin Fei had experienced countless lives and deaths.
Only soldiers who have truly experienced the test of blood and fire can smell the scent of sympathy in each other.