The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 421 - 420

Jiang Dawei arrived at the house where Ye Tian was resting by noon. Through the windows, one could see Ye Tian hunching over the table, eating. Here, flour and rice are considered luxuries, but as they had a guest who had come from afar, they can’t be too stingy. The kitchen staff still made two meat dishes and steamed a pot of fragrant rice to be served.

Jiang Dawei knocked on the door.

This was what Wu Wenjun had told him, saying that he had to be polite or else the visitor might just carve out the apple of his eye.

The door opened to reveal a rank with three stars: a Captain, probably a Commander.

"It’s the Commander..."

"Comrade, I am the Commander, Jiang Dawei. Jiang as in ’scallion, ginger, garlic’, and Dawei as in ’great ambition’." Jiang Dawei’s rough self-introduction with his beard surprised Ye Tian a bit, who could only smile sheepishly and shake hands. But it turned out that wasn’t the other’s style, so Ye Tian’s raised hand ended up scratching the back of his head instead.

"Hello, I am Ye Tian, a reporter sent by the regiment, mainly tasked with reporting on the real lives of our border soldiers and..."

Ye Tian couldn’t continue because Jiang Dawei was staring at him and smiling in a meaningful way, his face tanned to a dark purple by the Highland sun, flashing white teeth — but not all of them, just two prominent incisors and beneath them two more... no, one of them was chipped in half.

Being stared at like this by a rugged, bearded man, anyone would find it hard to continue.

Commander Jiang clasped his hands behind his back, ponderously eyeing Ye Tian, "Comrade Ye, aren’t you going to invite me to sit down? I haven’t eaten yet. By the way, I’ve also brought you some goodies."

"Oh, please, do come in, Commander Jiang."

This was their territory after all, making Ye Tian feel somewhat embarrassed. Once both were seated, Jiang Dawei took out a bottle of liquor from his coat and placed it on the table.

"It’s not very good liquor, and it wouldn’t rank high in Huaxia. It’s just for the sake of having some fun."

Laobaigan is universally recognized as Huaxia’s staple liquor; there’s no doubt about that.

Ye Tian sat down uneasily. Drinking wasn’t an issue for him, but he was puzzled as to why the Commander wanted to drink with him upon his arrival. This could be either good or bad. The good needed no explanation, but if it were bad, probably the whole unit would be at odds with him.

Every time Ye Tian tried to speak, Jiang Dawei would cut him off — with drinks. In less than five minutes, they finished off a 500 ml bottle of Laobaigan.

Jiang Dawei was flushed red: his face, eyes, ears, and even his neck.

"Brother, it’s not easy for the soldiers down there. If you want to make something of yourself, it’s even harder. If you see a good soldier, just pick and choose, I won’t say a word. It hurts, but I can’t delay their careers. My life is mixed up enough, but I can’t let the soldiers under me end up the same. In the coming days, just choose freely. If anyone dares to oppose you, I’ll take his life! I don’t ask for anything else, I only ask that you... give my soldiers a future."

After saying that, Jiang Dawei tilted his neck and downed the last sip from his cup, then he strode out the door. Just as he was leaving, Ye Tian heard him muttering, "Goddamn it, forced to write a self-criticism again."

It seems they had seen through him already. On reflection, the issue might lie with that political instructor. The people working in ideological affairs have the deadliest eyes; those eyes can see right through a person’s heart. It seems his outsider status had already been thoroughly scrutinized.

Ye Tian lay on his bed, shaking his head in self-mockery. Then, using some hot water, he rinsed his teacup and drank the remaining drops still carrying a trace of alcohol. Having had a drink, he began to ponder what kind of soldiers he should select to take back with him? Ordinary training revealed nothing, and besides, he needed soldiers who had seen blood and fought hard battles, not those who would tremble at the sight of a bullet, as picking them would only harm them.

If only there was a real combat exercise.

That could result in Dead Man. The thought startled Ye Tian, and he began considering other options.

...

What you think about comes about.

When the afternoon sun began to set, the light had already turned thick and viscous. At that moment, a piercing whistle sounded outside the house. There was no widespread electricity here, no electronic alarms—only whistles could be used.

Ye Tian also rushed out of the house; a whistle for an emergency assembly wasn’t blown for no reason.

Sure enough, the troops were already gathering.

"Those who have elderly parents, get out!"

A batch of people left.

"Those who have children, especially if they’re under ten, get out!"

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"Unmarried ones, get out!"

Still, a part of the crowd exited.

A bald man with a bluish tint to his scalp stood at the front of the crowd, with a physically imposing stature like that of a towering iron fortress. Each word, each sentence he uttered was as explosive as his large build, resounding and powerful like a cannon.

About twenty people remained in front of him. Ye Tian glanced over them; their faces weren’t so youthful—they were probably all veteran soldiers.

"Last one, those about to be discharged, scheduled for professional designation, or up for promotion, get out!"

This time, not a single person left.

"The Cannon" furrowed his brows, "Little Sichuan, what the hell are you trying to pull? As if I don’t know your situation!"

That person, called Little Sichuan, spoke with a mischievous smile, "What’s the big deal? It’s nothing."

"Playing the fool, huh?"

"Fool my ass! Your trousers are also bulging with ’fool’!"

The crowd chuckled lightly, but after a harsh glare from "The Cannon", it was silenced, and whatever slight easiness there had been in the atmosphere dispersed.

"The Cannon" moved through the crowd, pointing with his finger, "You, you, you, you, and you, get out. Don’t test your petty tricks on me; we’ve all taken a dump in the same pit. Who could be that much worse than the next guy. Fuck off!"

He walked until he was out of the crowd, and those he had pointed out didn’t move an inch; they still stood there proudly as if it was their rightful honor.

"Platoon leader, we’re short on people as it is. Look at you, being picky about this and that. If you keep on doing this, the enemy will be long gone. I say we should just charge straight in and take them all down in one fell swoop, no need to fuss around here."

"Exactly, platoon leader. I’m not trying to criticize you, but look at your size, how you can fall short of our instructor. Last time, the instructor even let us assist with a mission up north. What does that tell you?" The man looked around and continued, "Hey, guys, what does that tell you?"