Upon hearing these words, Kangle instantly realized there was definitely a story behind this.
A remittance slip for three thousand yuan.
It can be said to completely sever ties with bribery.
Three thousand yuan?
Isn't this an insult!
Thinking this, the elder casually added:
"By the way, if I remember correctly, Commander Zhao is also from Shandong, so he's kind of a fellow townsman."
"Shandong? Where in Shandong?"
"Qimeng Mountain."
Kangle sat opposite Zhao Yimeng, recalling the elder's words with deep emotion.
Sure enough, there's only calling the wrong name, but never the wrong nickname.
Zhao Yimeng remained silent, not uttering a word.
Kangle also said nothing, just quietly observing the person in front of him.
To be fair, Zhao Yimeng's appearance is the quintessential military look.
But probably hasn't had a proper sleep for a long time, his stern face showing a hint of fatigue.
