"Tututu! out of tolerance! one class at a time!"

"I said that there is no end! I have a tolerance every day! I finally have a weekend and a tolerance!" Zhou Dayou was leading a group of recruits to play enough in the club to play hard, and when he heard the whistle, he was angry. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It's okay, squad leader, you guys play, I'll go. Su Jibei said busily.

"No, no, no, the veterans go, the recruits stay and rest......" Zhou Dayou waved his hand and glanced around, ready to let Wan Zhen go.

Wan Zhen and a bunch of veterans were huddled in front of the TV and were watching Amenica's blockbuster, and they were watching the big movie, and they didn't hear the whistle.

"Hey! Forget it, you can go! Don't get into trouble! Find the squad leader who leads the team if you have something, and pay attention to yourself!"

"Okay!"

In fact, Su Jibei knew downstairs that this time he was going to the cooking platoon to help the cook, so he was determined to get it, so he just went over there to find out the details.

"That recruit from the company over there, peel these two baskets of onions! I'll wash the dishes after lunch, do you understand?" As soon as they arrived at the cooking platoon, the two veterans threw over two baskets of onions and left.

Su Jibei nodded, peeling the onion while searching for the secretary's traces.

"I said squad leader, why didn't you see the secretary general?" he casually asked the veteran of the second company who was peeling an onion with a cigarette in his mouth.

The veteran swayed and spat out the circles under his eyes, looked at Su Jibei with strange eyes, and said with a contemptuous smile: "What, you also want to be transferred to the cooking platoon?"

"Hehe, I'll ask, ask. ”

"Let me tell you, it's easy to cook the next meal, what secretary are you looking for, just say hello to the battalion commander, and get it for 3,000 yuan......"

"So expensive?"

"3,000 is still too expensive? You are a soldier who is afraid of hardship and tiredness and does not want to stay in the combat squad, and you don't want to spend money when you think of being lazy in logistics? Besides, this is called etiquette and politeness, understand? If you ask the leader to do something, who will do it for you if you don't give some benefits? If you are replaced as the battalion commander, several people below want to go to the cooking platoon, one will give money, and the other will not give money, who do you do things for? Of course, it is for the cost of money!"

"Didn't you hear that they are all of the best quality in logistics?"

"What era are you? The logistics units are all second-hand goods that can't do anything, eat nothing, and can't run or shoot accurately, so they can do some work and engage in logistics support. ”

When a veteran of the cooking platoon passed by heard this, he came up and rushed over and shouted: "The one from the second company! What are you talking about! Lao Tzu's cooking platoon works seventeen or eighteen hours a day to cook for you stupid beeps! What are you doing here, and there is nothing left to eat, right?"

"Every day, you have to get up at four o'clock in the morning to prepare breakfast, brush tens of thousands of dishes a day, smoke in oil, no time to wash clothes, you all sleep at night and we are still cleaning the canteen, you all change into casual clothes and go out on holidays, we have to cook freely, you try to change you?"

The second company was about to retort, when an uncle about 40 years old with the rank of non-commissioned officer suddenly came over: "What are you shouting! Hurry up and get to work!"

"Yes!

Su Jibei's eyes lit up, it turned out that this person was the secretary general.

"Today, Qishao is back, and he wants to go to the agency to report the accounts, and a new recruit will come over to move the account book!"

"I'll go, I'll go!

"Secretary, I'll go with you!"

"I'll go too!

As soon as he said that he was going to the agency, a bunch of people enthusiastically signed up.

"Look at you guys! This dress is like a Nima beggar, it's all oil, and it hasn't been washed for a month! Hurry up and go to the service agency to buy a new set and change it into!"

The secretary made a round, and suddenly saw Su Jibei: "It's you! wash your hands! Come with me!"

Su Jibei was stunned for a moment, he really had nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get them.

"This, and, these, are all in the backpack, hurry up!"

The two of them were in a hurry, almost trotting out of the camp.

"Squad leader, are you in such a hurry? I can't even run. Su Jibei said deliberately.

"If you can't run, grit your teeth and endure it! If you offend the seven young people, no one can afford it!"

"Who is Qishao?"

"Ming Qishao! Our chief of staff! That's a big man who will definitely enter the East and West Prefectures in a few years! You nobles who can't reach the grassroots market in your life!"

Su Jibei smiled and did not speak.

When he arrived at the organ building, Su Jibei was also stunned, this battle was the arrival of the chief of staff, I am afraid that even if Gu Tinglan came, there would be no such pomp.

On both sides of the building were the female soldiers of the communication squad who had changed into regular clothes and were carefully dressed, and of course Xue Yijun was also among them, quietly winking at him.

Behind the cadres of various departments of the agency also stood in two rows, one by one packed up their leather shoes shiny, as if attending a ball.

There is also a military band of dozens of people in the middle of the square of the building, and a banner is hung on the second floor: "Warmly welcome the chief of staff to Afghanistan for further study and return to China!"

Even the two deputy brigade commanders stood at the door and waited uneasily, taking off their hats from time to time and playing with the hair on their heads, which was almost bald.

Walking up to Xue Yiyun, Su Jibei deliberately stopped to tie his shoes.

"Why are you here too, come and meet that Ming Qishao for a while?" Xue Yiyun's voice suddenly sounded in his head.

"It's just a coincidence. But I'm interested right now, what information do you have?"

Although neither of them looked at anyone, they were exchanging information in their consciousness with Xue Yiyun's ability.

"This seventh member of the Ming family, it seems to be the most deviant one of the Ming family, he doesn't care about the family industry and the grievances of the imperial capital lord clan at all, he left the house at the age of sixteen, ran to the barracks alone, and said that he would not go back, if it weren't for the fact that the Ming family has been secretly asking the Privy Council to promote, it is estimated that he is still in which col as a platoon commander......"

"But what is surprising is that this person is not the kind of second ancestor in the impression, and the following comments are quite okay, although there may be some problems with ability, but he is very concerned about the training of the army and the construction of the grassroots, and he is not as we thought before that 738 is the blood transfusion pool of the Ming family...... All in all...... You might be able to try to get close to him......"

"That recruit! Which unit! What situation! Tie your shoelaces for a long time! Hurry up and get in! Don't get in the way!"

Su Jibei hurriedly got up and saluted, and followed the secretary in with a smile.

In the conference room, all the secretaries and treasurers of all 738 were talking to each other uneasily, and a tense atmosphere was permeated.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

I don't know who shouted, the performance of the military band and the applause of the crowd immediately rang out, and I saw a long motorcade slowly driving into the square.

The first car stopped at the door of the building, and the two deputy brigade commanders came to open the door in person, and the legendary Ming Qishao finally got out of the car.

When everyone echoed the applause.

Su Jibei looked at the person who got out of the car, but suddenly had a black question mark on his face, and spit out in a daze: "Why is this guy?"