Zhao Li then remembered what he was going to do, hurriedly saluted again, and then said his request again.

"This thing!" The old prison warden dragged out his voice and slowly spit out smoke rings: "It's very simple, something that can be solved with a phone call." ”

It can be seen from the attitude of the old prison director towards the lieutenant general just now that this is not a difficult thing for him. Zhao Li felt a burst of joy in his heart.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the second time we've met, right?" The old warden did not respond to whether Zhao Li would help or not, but asked Zhao Li a question.

"Yes, sir!" This is a fact, not that the old prison warden has a deteriorating memory, Zhao Li stood straight and answered very quickly.

"It seems that the first time we met, you still hid a lot of things from me. If it weren't for my old man's shrewdness, maybe you would have hidden it. I'm not wrong, am I? The chair beneath the old warden's body had begun to creak softly, and it was he enjoying a slight shake.

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Li didn't know what the old warden meant, so he could only answer again.

"We're only meeting for the second time, you're still my subordinate, there's no gifts, there's no sycophancy, and our friendship isn't good enough for me to help you!" It was still a slow voice, but Zhao Li already felt that something was wrong.

"And I'm not obligated to help a subordinate who deliberately hides the truth from me!" The old man's gaze didn't even look at Zhao Li: "You are still young, and you don't know what it means in the army to hide the facts from your superiors, and my old man will not hold you accountable for concealing it." Gently rocking the chair, the old warden still enjoyed his current position.

"But in that case, why should I help you?" The old warden looked at the ceiling, put the cigar in his hand into his mouth, took a hard puff, and slowly spat out a smoke ring towards the ceiling, and then a puff came out, and the smoke formed a long line through the smoke ring: "Give me a reason to help you?" Or, help you, what's in it for me? Zhao Li was poured a scoop of cold water on his head on the spot.

Still need benefits to help people? Zhao Li was immediately dumbfounded, and then remembered that this was no longer at school, and he was not facing his sworn friend Johnny, and no one would help him unconditionally. I was already in the army, and I had heard that in the army, sometimes it was even darker than in society, but I didn't expect that my first request would be answered like this.

"I ......" Zhao Li thought about it, and he didn't seem to have anything that could impress the old prison warden. Money? His cozy lunch is at least enough for Zhao Li's family to earn ten years without eating or drinking. Power? Even a lieutenant general had to salute when he saw him, and he was just a small sergeant, and it didn't seem to be a little worse.

"I can do things for you!" I really didn't know how to answer, Zhao Li suddenly remembered that there was still a very serious factional struggle in the army, at least he knew that the old warden was definitely not the same thing as those people in the genius school, maybe this could help somewhat.

"You?" The old warden stopped spitting out the smoke ring, turned his head to look at Zhao Li, looked up and down carefully, and suddenly asked him a question: "Your military rank?" ”

"Sergeant, sir!" Zhao Li was very inexplicable, and he didn't know what the old prison warden meant by asking this question knowingly, but he still answered very happily.

"Very well, how much power do you have?" Asking this, Zhao Li flinched a little. I am a new recruit, I have just come out of the recruit training center, my family background is average, where is there any power to speak of.

"So, or are you a martial arts master?" The old warden then asked. Zhao Li hadn't answered the sentence just now, and this sentence made Zhao Li a little embarrassed.

Although Zhao Li was also a majestic soldier once, the martial arts he was proud of were nothing at all in the eyes of the old prison warden. With just one finger, people can crush themselves to death as easily as an ant.

Seeing Zhao Li shaking his head again, the old warden retracted his gaze, and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling again: "Help me do things, you have no power, and you have no strength, what can you do for me?" You can't even do such a small thing yourself, and you can talk about helping me do things? ”

Although these words are hurtful, they are true to the truth. I can't even do a little thing of my own, so how can I talk about helping the old prison warden do things. When the old prison warden said this, he obviously had broken his determination to let Zhao Li continue.

Zhao Li has been growing up in school since he was a child, and he has never been exposed to these deceitful people in society, let alone seen this principle of no profit and no early age. Deng Shi was dumbfounded, as if even coming to the prison warden himself was a very idiotic move.

The old warden said well, he and he had just met, nodded their heads, and concealed it from their bosses, which means that the old warden did not pursue a lot, otherwise he would not even be qualified to serve here. Why do you want people to help you do things?

All along, from the moment he discovered the secret of his cultivation speed, Zhao Li had an attitude of being a low-key person and getting by. As long as he can keep the secret he strictly keeps, even if it is an ordinary small quarrel, Zhao Li can endure it. In the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Li is like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes.

But he doesn't have the tenacity of an old man, not only is he happy and angry, but he can't completely suppress his anger. If others are in a hurry, they will fight back. It's just that this happens relatively rarely.

I think that as long as I keep it like this, I can retire peacefully, and then go to the university safely, get admitted to the school of my choice, choose the best major, graduate work, maybe meet the half of my destiny, and then spend my life happily.

Unexpectedly, it was just a simple little thing, but it ran into what Zhao Li thought was the biggest obstacle. Not only is he useless in the eyes of others, but at best he is a clown who relieves boredom and entertainment. And even in his own eyes, he has completely become a useless waste.

"However, today my old man is happy, so I decided to help you unconditionally once!" The old prison warden's words reached Zhao Li's ears like a heavenly sound: "But don't misunderstand, it's just a good mood and charity!" ”

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