Upon hearing this, Kangle instantly realized there was definitely something going on.
A remittance slip of three thousand yuan.
It could be said that it completely cuts off any relationship with bribery.
Three thousand yuan?
Isn't that an insult?
Kangle thought to himself, and then the elder slowly added:
"By the way, if I remember correctly, Commander Zhao is also from Shandong, which makes him kind of a fellow countryman to you."
"Shandong? Where in Shandong?"
"XX Mountain."
Kangle sat upright across from Zhao Yimeng, reflecting on the elder's words, quite sentimental.
Indeed, there are mistaken names, but never mistaken nicknames.
Zhao Yimeng remained silent, saying nothing.
Kangle also kept quiet, silently observing the person before him.
Truth be told, Zhao Yimeng's appearance is the epitome of a classic military figure.
But probably due to not having had a good night's sleep for a long time, his stern face showed signs of fatigue.
