Chapter 649 - 320: You Have Your Connections, I Have My Uncle Zhao!

"Principal..."

Principal Wang avoided eye contact, remaining silent.

At this moment, he no longer had the spirited air he did earlier, the courage to cut the flesh to heal the poison.

The sports hall their school was building was entirely funded by the Celestial Sea Group.

Signing now was simple, but the chain of consequences it would trigger was something he... could not bear.

Even Yang Shu, who had been comforting Wang Zihao, was silent now.

Seeing this, the live stream audience quickly became displeased.

"What, how can this person be like this? Just now, they were so confident, I thought they were so determined, but now they seem so timid. Ugh!"

"I just checked, this Celestial Sea Group is a giant corporation, the leading enterprise in their province, tsk tsk tsk."

"So what! Isn’t this a public school, run by the state? What does it have to do with outside enterprises?"

"Cough cough, it’s true the school is public, but the people are not public. They will also retire and rely on society."

"Damn!"

"..."

Seeing everyone suddenly fall silent, Wang Zihao understood.

He opened his mouth but said nothing further.

"It’s okay, today I am very happy. Thanks to the principal, thanks to all the leaders for allowing me to receive the scholarship."

Wang Zihao suddenly smiled and said, "From today on, I won’t sell instant noodles anymore. I’ll just pick up some waste paper, cardboard, and empty bottles; I can survive that way too."

Principal Wang could no longer control his expression, his face turned as red as a monkey’s bottom.

"Also, I thank the cafeteria manager for allowing me to have free soup and rice. Thank you."

A burning pain!

Now, Principal Wang wished he could find a hole to crawl into immediately.

Yang Shu shouted coldly, "Where’s the cafeteria manager? Why isn’t he here yet?"

At this moment, numerous school leaders seemed to have found an outlet for their frustrations, all pointing their guns at the cafeteria manager, filled with righteous indignation.

The live stream audience watched this scene in prolonged silence.

...

At the same time.

East Sea Fleet.

Zhao Yimeng had just finished reviewing the documents, rubbed his tired eyes, and leaned back in his chair.

He closed his eyes, his breathing gradually grew heavier and then turned steady.

He was too tired, and what he needed now was to seize every moment to rest a bit.

"Guide Yuan, brother! My family, I entrust them to you in the future."

The war was raging, with sand and stones flying.

Scenes flashed by rapidly, and Zhao Yimeng’s breathing became heavier and heavier.

Only here could he see many faces he would never see again.

Until finally, a face of a middle-aged man with a full beard appeared.

Seeing this face, Zhao Yimeng’s breathing quickened, and in his dream, he hurriedly approached.

He pulled out a box of Hongtashan from his pocket, ready to enthusiastically light it for him.

Unexpectedly, the man didn’t take the cigarette, only silently looking at her.

Just looking at him like that.

Until Zhao Yimeng felt a chill in his heart, the man slowly said:

"Back then, it would’ve been better if you had pulled some strings to go back, so Haohao wouldn’t have to suffer like this."

In an instant, Zhao Yimeng was jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.

He washed his face with cold water, barely calming his emotions within.

He walked to a corner of the office and looked up at the picture on the wall, silent for a long time.

Just then, there was a knock at the door; it was Xiaozhang from his police station.

"Leader, the people from the publicity department are here."

"Hmm, please ask them to come in."

Soon, with the sound of a knock on the door, a man in military uniform with several long and short guns slung over him walked in.

"Please, have a seat."

Zhao Yimeng made a gesture inviting him to sit down.

But after Kangle sat down, he didn’t say another word for a long time.

To this, Kangle was not surprised.

Before coming, a senior from the military cultural department had earnestly told him:

"If you want to visit Zhao Yimeng, you need to prepare for a meal of gruel."

"His feats are indisputable, but his personality is eccentric and unpredictable, hard for people to grasp. Those who go to interview him generally can hardly say a few words, which is why his feats have never been reported."

"Xiaokang, you have to be mentally prepared."

Eccentric personality?

Eccentric personality is good!

If his personality wasn’t eccentric, how would I have the chance to interview someone in such a position?

Seeing Kangle’s determination, the senior said nothing more, only adding another piece of information.

"If you are still determined to go, I don’t advise you to go at this time."

"The comrades from the discipline department told me that the day before yesterday, he received another three thousand yuan remittance slip, and Commander Zhao hasn’t slept well for two days because of it."

Upon hearing this, Kangle immediately realized there was definitely a story here.

A three thousand yuan remittance slip.

It can be said to have absolutely no relation to bribery.

Even if someone wanted to corrupt Zhao Yimeng, they would never use such a humiliating method.

Three thousand yuan?

Afraid that the attempt to corrupt failed, instead becoming resented by the person.

Thinking this, the senior slowly added:

"By the way, if I remember correctly, Commander Zhao is also from Shandong, like half a hometown with you."

"Shandong? Which part of Shandong?"

"Yimeng Mountain."

Kangle sat upright across from Zhao Yimeng, recalling the senior’s words, with many thoughts in mind.

Indeed, there’s never a wrong nickname, only a wrong name.

Zhao Yimeng remained silent, not uttering a word.

Kangle also said nothing, merely observing the person in front of him silently.

To be honest, Zhao Yimeng’s appearance was very much the classic image of a soldier.

But mostly, because he hadn’t had a proper sleep for a long time, his stern face showed signs of fatigue.