Sitting in Zhu/Dekang's car, Wang Dazui remained silent.

The lights outside the car window flashed across his face and then flashed again.

Wang Dazui sat quietly, lowering his head, and saying nothing.

There were some stains on his uniform and some blood.

Zhuangyan took a few tissues and handed them to Wang Dazui.

Wang Da's mouth answered and wiped his head silently.

There was a hole on it, broken and bloody.

Solemnly broke the dull atmosphere: "Why did the big mouth fight?"

Wang Dazui didn't say anything.

Zhuang Yan wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

In fact, he wanted to ask Wang Dazui why he didn't work as a security guard in the city that he never sleeps, but as a bathroom waiter.

Who wants to have dysentery if you have hair?

From the security guard post, I went to a bathroom and handed someone towels and swept the toilet. If it weren't for the right thing, who would have done that by a man?

There must be any sadness that cannot be expressed to outsiders here?

No one asked Wang Dazui what happened tonight.

The car drove all the way, following the police car toward the Haibin Police Station.

Suddenly, Wang Dazui's cry came from the back of the car.

"I fuck my mom, he fuck my mom! That bastard! He fell down and got dirty, but blamed me on my head, asking me to compensate him for his shoes, his clothes and smash my head with a tray... I can tolerate it. Over the years, I have learned how to endure it, but he said fuck me! I can't bear it! It's not easy for my mom to pull me up. That year, I stayed in the team and went to exercise in the army. I didn't have time to rush back to see my mom for the last time! I couldn't live as promising as my mom expected, but as my son, I have the ability to not let others scold him after she died!"

Zhu/Dekang listened silently, and so did.

Silence was restored in the car, and only Wang Datong sobbed slightly.

The road ahead has a fantastic and confused feeling under the dim street lights.

At that moment, the solemn heart surged.

Today is the first time he has met an old comrade in the years.

Wang Dazui, Zhu/Dekang...

It was the first time I noticed the living conditions of my retired comrades.

For more than eight years in the army, Zhuang Yan has been wandering in various troops. Apart from Su Huikai and Yan Su's good comrades, he had almost no contact with the people from the old army, and many of them had lost contact directly.

Today, he suddenly realized that he and most of his comrades took the same path.

After all, there are a few comrades who can go from this unit to that unit like myself, and finally be admitted to the military academy and then come out to be an officer.

Among the millions of Pla teams, how many can be promoted every year? How many can be admitted to military academy? How many can be transferred to non-commissioned officers?

Most of the soldiers wore green military uniforms for two or several years, but finally took off their military uniforms and returned to the place.

Since the military reform in 2000, the mandatory work arrangement policy in the early years has gradually disappeared, and most of the replaced ones are economic subsidies.

But what can I do with that little money?

How much can I give?

Ten thousand?

Twenty thousand?

Thirty thousand?

Or one hundred thousand eighty thousand?

In the past, Zhuangyan was a soldier with a good family background and never thought about what happened after he was discharged from the army.

No matter how bad it is, I will go back to my elder brother Zhuang Buping’s company to help, or rely directly on my own social relations to start a business with Zhuang Buping.

But what can veterans like Wang Datong and Zhu/Dekang?

As Zhu Dekang said to himself before, what else can he do besides shooting the enemy, and survive in the wild and reading pictures?

Some people in society laugh at those who are in the army, and they always say that being in the army is of great use. Isn’t it just a life of being a security guard when I come back?

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Not to yourself.

But to the soldiers under your command.

Now I am the deputy company commander of a company, and I am responsible for the more than 100 soldiers under my command.

They shed their youth in the army, left sweat, flowed blood, and suffered. No matter what purpose they were for joining the army, they made undeniable contributions to the national defense of this country.

You must be responsible for them.

"Big Mouth, I am from the old company of Zhuang Yan. I used to be his squad leader. Now I'm doing some small business in Linhai. I think you don't go back to the city of no sleep, and don't drive any taxi. I'll leave you a phone number later. When this matter is over, you go to work in my place. At present, I'm talking about a big project with Zhuang Yan's brother-in-law. I need someone. I think you are not a good person. If you do it well, I will definitely not treat my comrades badly. What about?"

Wang Dazui nodded and said thank you.

In fact, Big Mouth also knows why he broke out tonight.

It is an important factor to scold my mother, and another factor is to be tired.

I drive a taxi during the day and go to the nightclub to sweep the toilet at night.

When sleeping for those six to seven hours a day, people are already like a tight spring.

When the Shamatt's finger poked onto the bridge of his nose, he could still bear it.

When the Shamatt picked up the tray on the water table and smashed it on his head, he could bear it...

However, when he finally scolded the word "Grassy Horse", Wang Dazui finally lost control.

He jumped up, easily grabbed Shamatt's neck, pulled him into the toilet compartment like a chicken, and pressed his head into the dirty vomit like a toilet...

Arrive at the police station.

The two police officers on duty are quite polite.

After all, he was an active-duty soldier present, and now he knows that Wang Datong is also a veteran.

Although it seems that the one who suffers from this matter is Shamatt, after a general question, the police also think Shamatt is too much of a job.

However, Shamat himself was unwilling to give in. Those who had just arrived at the police station were holding their mobile phones in the hall, and were filled with indignation to call the so-called "energy" people.

Shamat sat on another chair opposite with a sad face, wiping his hair and his terrible face with a towel handed over by his friend, while crying and making Wang Dazui pay the "deserved price".

Zhuangyan accompanied Wang Dazui and sat on the long chair in the police station, waiting for the police officer to take the record.

Those gang of Shamatts are not sand either.

They are all kids in their teens and 20s. Although they have never seen any big scenes, they feel that Zhuang Yan and Zhu Dekang are not good at it. Moreover, Zhu/Dekang also drives a top-fit ​​Toyota Badao for hundreds of thousands of yuan. In such a small city, people who can drive such a car are like the name of that car - Badao.

So, no one dares to commit rashness.

Ten minutes later, Shamatt and Wang Dazui were taken to the room to question each other, leaving only Zhu Dekang and the friends of Shamatt were in the hall.

Zhu/Dekang drank too much mineral water in the car, held his urine all over, and went to the toilet.

When Shamat's brothers saw that Zhuangyan was only one person left, they felt that the opportunity had come.

They at least have never suffered such a big loss in Linhai. They feel that they can't lose the world, so they have to scare Zhuang Yan.

"Boy, who is doing that?"

The leading young man who looked a little older was pretending to be fierce, and asked Zhuangyan in a threatening tone: "Don't send me if you have the ability, report your name and address, and kill you another day!"
Chapter completed!