Chapter 678 327: Who Made the Medalists Bleed and Sweat Without Heirs!

"You probably haven't read that letter, have you?"

"What letter?"

"Heh, go check the mailbox yourself!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yimeng suddenly stood up, disregarding everything else, and dashed straight to the reception room.

Brushing away the dust, Zhao Yimeng found the letter Li Hai mentioned.

The letter was signed by Uncle Zhao, which is why it hadn't reached him immediately.

"Clack~"

As soon as he opened the envelope, he heard something drop to the ground, making a crisp sound.

It was a medal, a first-class collective merit medal...

Zhao Yimeng was instantly stunned.

He recognized that medal.

This was the very one he had given to Wang Wenxi's widow back in the day!

Anxiously, he quickly opened the letter.

The letter read:

Uncle Zhao, by the time you receive this letter, it should be close to my dad's death anniversary.

Before my mom passed away last year, she said that when the family is in difficulty, I should write you a letter on my dad's anniversary.

Mostly, it's because my mom believed that after her passing, relying on my grandma alone, it would be difficult to raise me.

Actually, I manage to support myself at school by selling instant noodles.

But the lady boss of the school supermarket always wants me to raise the price, selling ten yuan a bowl of noodles, isn't that a heartless thing to do!

My father was a hero, and even if his son is not a hero, he absolutely cannot be a coward!

I can withstand the pressure, but I'm afraid my grandma can't hold on much longer.

Twice recently, when I went back to the village, I could understand the townspeople's glances, and my grandma's illness has worsened.

But she always smiles and says she's fine, refusing to go to the town hospital no matter what.

I'm just a penniless student, after much thought, I can only come to plead with you, Uncle Zhao.

I know, when a person climbs high enough, favors from the past can only be used once more.

So I sent the medal to you, only asking you to help my grandma, I don't ask for anything else.

Signed: The son of Wang Wenxi, Wang Zihao.

Right after he finished reading this letter, Li Hai's call came through again.

"You've read the letter, right?"

"Now I'll tell you another piece of news, Deputy Company Commander Wang's son, right now, his stall has been overturned by the school."

"I heard the kid even brought out the medal, yet those people remain so arrogant."

"By the way, I'm on my way, Lieutenant General Zhao, whether you come or not, nobody is forcing you!"

Silence.

Dead silence!

Zhao Yimeng's body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes already bloodshot.

Suddenly, a yellowed photo fell out of the envelope.

It was a group photo of them back then, and under Zhao Yimeng's headshot, a red line was drawn.

On the back of the photo, there was only one line:

"Dad, I'm sorry to all of you! Kids, if you ever have any trouble, go find Uncle Zhao, he's a good brother from the battlefield, he won't leave you unattended."

"Someone!"

At this moment, Zhao Yimeng's mind was filled only with anger, boundless rage.

He immediately covered the phone and ordered the sentry: "Contact the Central Military Region immediately, order them to dispatch a reinforced platoon to Star River Middle School right away, and if there's any inquiry, say it's an order from me, Zhao Yimeng!"

"Yes!"

The sentry immediately went to carry out the order.

On the other end of the phone, life had already become a cacophony, intermittently transmitting over.

"Wang Zihao, what's wrong with you!"

"You're always the one with the most issues! When did I ever deny you a scholarship! Didn't I say I'd help you apply for it?"

"Besides, for scholarship applications, the materials need to be complete, didn't you submit your family's information according to the rules? Do you not know that yourself?"

"I've already said, as long as you submit enough materials, I'll immediately process the scholarship for you. I've even had a big argument with the school over this, tell me, where have you been mistreated!"

"Just because I handle things impartially, do you bear a grudge and cause a scene here?"

After the voice fell, it was Wang Zihao's unwilling voice:

"Teacher, no... you didn't say that to me before..."

"Teacher, I beg you, I really miss my dad so much..."

"He wasn't good, he talked about protecting the nation, putting the country before family, and just heartlessly left me, if he were still here, Could I talk to him about my grievances, I really, I miss him so much..."

"I don't care if I'm bullied by classmates or ignored by teachers in school, none of that matters, I just want my dad back..."

The knuckles of the hand holding the phone were pale, and the recording from the other end of the line made his heart shatter.

Then, another recording came through from the other end of the phone.

"Truly a child with a mother but no father to teach, not understanding even this much."

"Kid, let me tell you, if you want to keep doing this business in the future, you must raise the price of those noodles today!"

"But... ten yuan a pack of noodles is too expensive, people won't be able to afford it."

"I don't care about this or that, you must raise the price today!"

"But, ten yuan a pack is too expensive for instant noodles..."

"Expensive what expensive!"

"It's been the same price for so many years, how is it expensive!"

"Kid! Not letting me have an easy time, then you shouldn't dream of having it easy too, watch me smash your stall..."

Crash! Bang!

Immediately came a sound of smashing from over there, followed by a piercing voice of a shrew.

After weathering countless storms, Zhao Yimeng felt at this moment the sky had collapsed!

He had handled things smoothly for so many years, now it was time to let them know, why he was called Zhao Yimeng!

He was extremely calm now, as if nothing had happened.

After hanging up the phone, he called another sentry and issued three orders.

First, immediately prepare the special plane for departure, all flights on today's routes must make way!

Second, notify the legal departments and have them quickly approve all the procedures he intended to undertake!

Third, inform the local military district to be in a level two combat readiness state, ready at any time!

For these three orders, the sentry did not question at all and turned to carry them out.

After giving these three orders, he turned his attention back to Kangle.

Zhao Yimeng had also been a reporter, something he found challenging dealing with the pen-wielders.

Military reporters have a distinct characteristic, they would rather break than bend!

The reports they write might not have any hype or readability, but they must ensure that the content is as comprehensive as possible, looking from various angles, ensuring truthfulness.

In the few orders he gave earlier, there was more or less a bit of impulse.

Even if these writers embellished their reports, he did not fear their petty attacks.

What he was worried about was Kangle's report portraying Wang Wenxi and his children as negative figures.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yimeng suddenly paused, watching excitedly as Kangle wrote a headline—

Who Lets Merit Bleed and Sweat Without Posthumous Reward!

Isn't it?

Are today's colleagues all so... upright in maintaining integrity!