Hearing this, Kangle immediately realized there must be more to this story.
A remittance slip of three thousand yuan.
It can be said that it thoroughly cut off ties with bribery.
Three thousand? Isn't that an insult!
Kangle thought so, and then the elder added leisurely:
"Oh, if I remember correctly, Commander Zhao is also from Shandong, so he's kind of like a half-same town person with you."
"Shandong? Where in Shandong?"
"Mount xx."
Kangle sat upright across from Zhao Yimeng, recalling the elder's words, feeling quite emotional.
Indeed, you can have the wrong name, but never the wrong nickname.
Zhao Yimeng remained silent, not saying a word.
Kangle didn't speak either, just quietly observing the person in front of him.
To speak truthfully, Zhao Yimeng's appearance is the classic image of a soldier.
But probably because he hasn't slept well in a long time, his serious face shows some fatigue.
