Chapter 390 Talents always need special treatment! [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket! ]
This garden is not close to a bustling city, but is surrounded by the city and is very quiet.
Zhao Weihong strolled under the red wall, and from time to time the sound of cars passing by could be heard outside the wall.
But the hustle and bustle of traffic that usually seems noisy seems gentle and solemn at this moment, as if it is silently paying respect to the garden in its own way.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s lunch break.
Along the way, there were only "companions" who followed Zhao Weihong silently and occasionally pointed the way for him.
Zhao Weihong never saw anyone again.
"Monitor."
Zhao Weihong suddenly stopped and asked the soldier of unknown rank behind him.
"How many guests do we have?"
Upon hearing this, the platoon leader, whom Zhao Weihong called "squad leader", was stunned.
However, he did not correct Zhao Weihong's address. Instead, he stared at Zhao Weihong for a moment and then said something that was difficult to put into words.
"There aren't many customers like you. You may not get one in ten days or half a month."
"This is a residential area. Even foreign guests will not come here easily. They are usually received in the office area."
"That's it."
Listening to the other party's very detailed explanation, Zhao Weihong nodded, and a smile from the heart slowly spread across her face.
Although Zhao Weihong is now just a guest here, not the "owner" living here.
But the fact that Zhao Weihong, who used to live in a daze under the scolding of the foreman, can now stand here is enough to explain a lot of problems.
At least it proves that Zhao Weihong's hard work and sweat over the past few years have not been in vain.
But now Zhao Weihong is far from starting the most exciting chapter of his military career!
Four years in military school.
Only after this final "sedimentation period" is over, will Zhao Weihong truly have the moment to soar to success!
The next time Zhao Weihong comes to this garden, it doesn't want to be because of an invitation from Deputy Chief Wei or anyone else.
Instead, you can come here with dignity just by relying on the name "Zhao Weihong"!
Looking at the distance, the white snow seems to be connected into one piece.
Zhao Weihong took a deep breath, as if she wanted to remember the cold smell and the feeling of standing here firmly in her heart and engrave them into her bones!
"Squad leader, I'm sorry to have wasted your time."
"Let's keep walking."
Not long after.
Zhao Weihong stopped in front of a two-story building.
Compared to the quaint buildings at the entrance which are full of strong Chinese atmosphere.
The small building in front of us is a little more "modern".
But overall it still has the style of the last century, and even has a very low-key atmosphere. It is hard to imagine that the highly respected Deputy Chief Wei actually lives here.
"Isn't this our little teacher?"
The moment he saw Zhao Weihong, Deputy Chief Wei smiled brightly, stood up and walked towards Zhao Weihong.
Seeing this, Zhao Weihong, who was in casual clothes, hurriedly saluted Deputy Chief Wei and was about to speak.
But just as Zhao Weihong's gaze fell on Deputy Chief Wei.
Zhao Weihong, who was always polite and well-mannered in front of Deputy Chief Wei and never lost her composure, showed an extremely surprised expression and froze in place!
"Little comrade."
"Old Wei has praised you many times in front of me."
"After meeting you today, I can see that you are indeed a handsome man. No wonder Old Wei keeps talking about you every now and then."
"First Chief"
In front of the old man next to Deputy Chief Wei.
Zhao Weihong tried his best to calm himself down, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably.
"What chief?"
"This is your leader!"
The old man pointed at Deputy Chief Wei, who was smiling, and spoke humorously.
"I'm just a retired old man now, not a leader!"
"Yes! That's right!" Upon hearing this, Deputy Chief Wei echoed and then waved at Zhao Weihong.
"Wei Hong, relax!"
"This is not like you. We two old men are not cannibals. Why are you so nervous?"
"Also, we are at home now, not in the barracks, don't be so restrained!"
"So, from now on, I order you not to call me Chief anymore!"
"As for this one, you can just call him Old Fisherman."
"Yes! Chief!"
Listening to Deputy Chief Wei's instructions, Zhao Weihong subconsciously called out "Chief."
It wasn't that he was being stubborn. He just wanted to go against Deputy Chief Wei's instructions. It was purely out of habit.
Looking at Deputy Chief Wei who was pretending to be angry, Zhao Weihong immediately changed his words tactfully.
"Got it, Master."
"Hey! Is that right?"
He greeted Deputy Chief Wei and Mr. Yu.
At the invitation of Deputy Chief Wei, Zhao Weihong went straight to a mahogany tea table that was more than four meters long and sat down with his back straight!
You have to be straight!
Zhao Weihong originally thought that after entering the room, only Deputy Chief Wei would be present, and at most he would be accompanied by Deputy Chief Wei's family or close staff.
Who would have thought that it was here that Zhao Weihong met a "big shot" who commanded even more respect than Deputy Chief Wei!
That's right!
This is what Deputy Chief Wei called "Old Fisherman!"
Although Mr. Yu has already made it very clear.
He is now retired, has no official position, and is just an ordinary "old man."
But the sacrifices and contributions this old man made to the motherland and the people will never be erased by the disappearance of his position or the passage of time!
If we say that Deputy Commander Wei, who mainly engages in the field of military scientific research, has given the troops he has loved all his life the sharpest sword and the strongest shield!
Then Yu Lao is the "blacksmith" wielding a hammer, using fire and forging to allow this army to still maintain its bright background color in the mighty tide of the times!
From this perspective, it is not surprising that Zhao Weihong, who has always believed that "work style is the most important issue", has such respect for the Fishermen's Association that he is even so nervous that he can't speak in front of him.
This is like a unique "fan meeting" and also like an exam with no fixed answers.
Deputy Chief Wei and Mr. Yu were the examiners responsible for "marking the papers".
And Zhao Weihong is that "test paper"
Even with his own efforts, Zhao Weihong has already filled in the test paper with answers, and the answers have also been praised and recognized by the examiner.
But Zhao Weihong is still worried about gains and losses and dares not slack off.
Because Zhao Weihong didn't know.
What kind of "result" could his insignificant "answer" gain in front of Deputy Chief Wei and Mr. Yu?
"Wei Hong, come and try this tea."
"I am also benefiting from your kindness."
"Lao Yu and I made a bet, the stakes are this pound and a half of tea."
Deputy Chief Wei suddenly stopped talking halfway, gently pushed the teacup in front of Zhao Weihong, and asked Zhao Weihong.
"I originally thought that you wouldn't be able to do anything big in the remaining one or two months of this semester!"
"Who would have thought that you would not only become a teacher, but also publish a textbook and come up with so many theoretical achievements!"
"Look, Lao Yu has a sharp eye. When he saw the new theoretical results you sent him, he couldn't move."
"I heard that I was planning to let your kid come over. He was originally going to go back to his hometown for the New Year, but he ended up not going back. He insisted on meeting you no matter what!"
Looking at Zhao Weihong who gave him a hard time in front of Yu Lao.
Deputy Chief Wei became more and more excited as he spoke, and after a moment he smiled and shook his head.
"Look at my memory. We agreed not to talk about work."
"But now that it's been brought up, let's talk about it."
"Wei Hong, what do you think about Xiao Xie's plan to let you study for a master's degree in college?"
“Personally, I think it’s pretty good.”
"For a talent like you, special things should be done specially!"
(End of this chapter)
