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The deputy political commissar looked at my serious face and almost laughed: "Comrade Xiao Lu, don't be so restrained, have you eaten?" ”

I immediately replied loudly, "Report to the chief, I haven't had lunch yet." ”

The deputy commissar looked at me and kept laughing, then took out his phone and made a call. After the phone call, the deputy political commissar said to me: "Xiao Lu put all your guns in your backpack, don't let others see it, I will take you to a place to eat, and then explain your task this time." ”

"Yes, Chief." I took off my backpack and loaded my pistol and rifle into my backpack, and when the deputy commissar saw me loading my gun into my backpack, he took me into his cheetah buggy, which was driven by a fourth-term non-commissioned officer.

Ever since I met the deputy political commissar, I have felt that don't be nervous, as if this is a common problem in the army, and the higher the rank, the more you should pay attention to your words and deeds. Because I was nervous, I hadn't looked out the window since I got into the Cheetah SUV. I don't know where we're going.

The car drove for more than 40 minutes, and after I got out of the car, I saw a building in front of us, which said Xinjiang Military Region Guest House.

As soon as the driver parked the car, the deputy political commissar took me to the military region's guest house, which is really beyond the reach of many five-star hotels in the region. The deputy political commissar asked the driver to find something to eat by himself, and then took me up to the second floor.

I went up to the second floor and heard a commotion, and the deputy commissar led me all the way to the room where the laughter was emanating, and when I got to this room, the door was not closed, and there were eight people sitting in it, six men and two women. They all looked like unusual people, a few people were sitting at a round table, and several of them were talking and laughing.

Seeing that after we came in, a girl who was very well-dressed and beautiful hugged the deputy political commissar and said coquettishly: "Dad, why are you only here now?" I said that you invited your teachers and classmates to dinner, you see when it is. ”

The deputy political commissar looked at the girl with a smile and said, "Isn't this coming?" As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and made another call.

At this time, the eight people here all looked at me curiously, and after the deputy political commissar finished calling, the girl just now touched the shoulder of the deputy political commissar and whispered: "Dad, who is he, why did you bring him here?" ”

"Oh, I almost forgot to introduce him to you, you just call him a killer, as for what he's doing here, it's not Dad, I don't worry about you." The deputy commissar said to his daughter.

"By the way, Xiao Lu, this is my daughter He Xiaoman, this mission, you can give me a few of them." The deputy commissar said to me.

"Hmph, I'm looking for someone to spy on me, stinky dad." He Wenwen played with the eldest lady's temper.

"Good daughter, Dad also thinks about your safety, and you know how dangerous it is in the desert. I also know that your dream since childhood is to explore the Taklamakan Desert, didn't my father let you enroll in the Department of Archaeology, this time you organized teachers and classmates to go on a field trip I also agreed, but for your safety, I must listen to me and find someone who has the ability to protect you. Before the deputy political commissar finished speaking, he actually entertained the people and came with the dishes.

At this time, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and in the summer in Xinjiang, it was usually half past one for lunch. When everyone saw that the food was served, they didn't say anything, and everyone began to prepare for dinner.

Seeing that I didn't move, the deputy political commissar said to me: "Xiao Lu, put down your backpack and come over for dinner, hurry up." ”

"Why are the soldiers so dumbfounded?" He Xiaoman looked at me and muttered a game.

I put my backpack on the couch and walked over to the table next to the deputy commissar. The dishes on the table were hearty, but I was very reserved because I was eating with a group of people I didn't know.

During this meal, I learned about the situation of the seven of them, He Xiaoman is the only daughter of the deputy political commissar, and she also organized this expedition to the desert, and another girl named Zhao Wen is He Xiaoman's classmate, and we are all studying in the Department of Archaeology of Peking University.

Zhao Wen is the daughter of the director of the Luoyang City Public Security Bureau in Henan Province, and Zhao Wen's father and He Xiaoman's father used to be comrades-in-arms. Zhao Wen looks obviously more beautiful than He Xiaoman, she rarely speaks during the meal, and she looks very literary and artistic when she wears a pair of glasses.

On the other hand, He Xiaoman, although she is very beautiful and fashionable, she always looks so lively and arrogant.

Inside was a man in his fifties, bald with no hair on the top of his head, wearing a pair of glasses and wearing white short sleeves. 170 tall, a little chubby, but looks very neat and energetic. His name is Wang Bo, and as his name suggests, Wang Bo is a professor in the Department of Archaeology at Peking University.

There is also a man in his thirties who is not tall, about 165, and looks a little thin, he is very shrewd when he sees this person in the first case, he has very few words, it is Liu Bo's assistant called Gao Tianhai. Wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt with long hair.

The one who talks the most is called Wan Shaofei, everyone calls him Wan Shao, and he is the son of Wan Kun, a famous real estate tycoon in China. Wan Shaofei always toasts the deputy political commissar with dishes, and at first glance he looks like a person who has been walking around the mall for many years, with a flowing hairstyle like a Hong Kong and Taiwan idol boy, a height of about 175, and a very well-proportioned figure. It looks like a handsome person, and the rich second generation like him doesn't know how many ignorant girls have been fascinated.

There is also a boy with a short inch with a pair of glasses, who also looks very gentle, and a little green. His name is Zhang Yuyang, his height is about 172, and he seems to be the son of a high-ranking official in the state secret department. Among these people, except for Zhao Wen and him, I seem to feel more pleasing to the eye, and I don't like to talk much, so I also feel a little intimate when I see them.

There is also a tall man of more than 180 points, and when I see this person, I think of Kuang Hai. This boy's name is Zhou Qing, and he looks a little silly with this little flat head, because he is not only tall but also fat, I think he has at least two hundred pounds. He had been eating the food on the table all the time, and he was rarely seen talking, and at first glance he looked like a rice bucket that could be eaten. However, he has an old man, and I heard He Xiaoman say that Zhou Qing's family is very rich, ranking in the top 50 in China's rich list.

There is also a smaller boy with long hair that is parted in the middle, and he is also on the thin side. He kept watching everyone talk, and occasionally interjected, and he called the deputy political commissar uncle. His name is Yu Xiaojiang, he has been with He Xiaoman since he was a child, and he is the son of an officer of the military region headquarters.

Seeing the children of such a group of high-ranking officials and wealthy people, I felt a little disgusted with them, and for me, a child born in the countryside, it was not because I wanted to protect them this time. We don't ever meet, and I don't like to drink these people.