Veteran never die

Chapter 50 Ma Xiaogang's Story
0049 The Story of Ma Xiaogang
The person who stood in the way was also wearing a suit, but the material of his clothes looked much better than that of Sun Weimin, and he was also equipped with a silk pocket square, which made him immediately look up.

Why doesn't Sun Weimin know each other? It's Huang Youwei, the manager of the hotel. This is not a good thing.

"Hello, Manager Huang. I'm here to attend the comrades-in-arms meeting today. I haven't seen those old comrades in arms for a long time, so I dressed a little more formally." Although he was annoyed, Sun Weimin still smiled stiffly.

Sun Weimin is no longer young, and the responsibilities of his family and the burden of life no longer allow him to be impulsive.If he was ten years younger, he would definitely beat up the cynical guy in front of him, and then walk away.

But now Sun Weimin doesn't have the courage. His father is paralyzed in bed due to a cerebral thrombosis, and his mother's health is deteriorating due to years of hard work. Seeing a doctor costs money.The wife has just given birth to her second child and is still waiting to earn money for milk powder and diapers.

Although being a security captain doesn't make much money every month, it's still a stable job. No matter how unsatisfactory it is, he doesn't want to lose this job, so he has to endure the humiliation.

"I know, I know. Your group of comrades-in-arms have arrived several times earlier, and they are in the Fugui hall." Huang Youwei said in a strange tone.

"Thank you, Manager Huang. I'll go over right now. You should do your work first." Sun Weimin really didn't want to chat with this guy anymore.

"By the way, Captain Sun, I need to remind you that you should take your time eating this meal. Our hotel's rule is that no credit is accepted. I don't think your comrades in arms look like rich people. , it’s worse than you, don’t get drunk for a while and no one pays the bill, then I will be in trouble, you say me”

Before Huang Youwei finished speaking, Sun Weimin threw a wad of money on the desk at the front desk, "This is 5000 yuan, just treat it as a deposit. My salary for this month hasn't been paid yet. I can let the financial department deduct my salary. Manager Huang, we veterans never eat for nothing."

After speaking, Sun Weimin left.

Huang Youwei's face became gloomy: "Damn it, what's the matter with a group of stinky soldiers, do you really think you are an uncle? You are so poor that you have to slap your face swollen to pretend to be fat, don't you know how much you have?"

Sun Weimin naturally heard what Huang Youwei said behind his back, especially when he heard the words 'stinky soldier', his body trembled and his hands trembled all the time.

Are they really just stinky soldiers?
No way to know.

Perhaps because he was already numb, Sun Weimin didn't settle accounts with Huang Youwei, and went straight to the Fugui Hall.

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Within a few minutes, Wang Liang and Zhou Tian arrived by taxi, and they went directly to the Peony Hall next to the Fugui Hall.

While on the road, Zhou Tian called Ma Xiaogang and Yu Shiye and told them to go downstairs to the box to look at the menu first.

Peony Hall.

I have to admit that Hailong Hotel has put a lot of effort into the decoration design.

The name Peony Hall is not for nothing. As soon as you open the door, you will be greeted by colorful peonies and the fragrance of flowers.

Of course, the boxes are not filled with real peonies, but some paintings with peonies as the theme, artificial peonies and so on.

It is often said that the rose is fragrant, the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, the gardenia is fragrant, and the camellia has no fragrance, but the flowers are gorgeous.The peony is only known for its large and colorful flowers, and the peony is not fragrant, so it is worthy of the name of heavenly fragrance.

this is not right.

Peony fragrance has woody fragrance, medicinal fragrance, fruity fragrance, etc. The fragrance is strong but not strong. It is the mainstream fragrance in nature. In the same cluster of flowers, peony fragrance may overwhelm other fragrances.The fragrance of peony is magnificent, different from other fragrances, and the fragrance of peony is heavenly, and it deserves its name.

Relying on his decades of experience in feeding, Wang Liang can judge that the peony fragrance in this house is a product of nature, not artificial synthesis.

"Uncle, let me introduce you. This is the director Ma Xiaogang, and this is the screenwriter Yu Shiye." Zhou Tian said.

Only then did Wang Liang walk out from the scent of flowers, and he was really intoxicated just now.

As a powerful director, Ma Xiaogang is very good at observation. Seeing Wang Liang's intoxicated appearance, he can conclude that this is a retired veteran cadre who really understands art and appreciation, not that kind of arty layman.

"Director Ma, hello, I've heard you famous for a long time, and it's a pleasure to meet you today." Wang Liang offered to extend his hand.

Unexpectedly, Ma Xiaogang did not give Wang Liang this face, but stood at attention and gave a solid military salute: "Hello, Chief, Ma Xiaogang, former artist of the Comrades in Arms Art Troupe of the Beijing Military Region, is reporting to you."

Wang Wangliang was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that this horse guide had served as a soldier, so he returned a military salute, and said: "Please rest easy."

"Yes!"

This is how soldiers greet each other.

"Xiao Yu, we are not strangers anymore. The article you wrote made me very happy with the old man. It's very good!" Wang Liang looked at Yu Shiye again. It is full of fortitude and a bit of military temperament.

"Old chief, you are flattering me." Yu Shiye was a little excited, and took the initiative to shake hands.

The four of them sat down and exchanged pleasantries without ordering food.

Soldiers always have endless topics to talk about. It was the first time Wang Liang and Ma Xiaogang met today, but because they both have military backgrounds, they immediately started talking.

Ma Xiaogang recalled: “It’s really interesting to talk about my military service process. I was selected by the tank division of the Beijing Military Region in 77, and I first helped in the propaganda team. Since the conscription work of that year has ended, I can’t apply for joining the army. Procedures. The leader said to me: "You work here first, and I will make up for you when you recruit next year." So, I borrowed the soldier's uniform and swaggered around the camp. People who don't know, still They thought I was really a soldier, but people who knew the details said I was a fake soldier."

"It was such a glorious thing to be able to wear a military uniform in those days, so many young people yearned for it." Wang Liangliang nodded, expressing his understanding.

"Yes, in 78 I was specially recruited into the army by the Comrade-in-arms Art Troupe of the Beijing Military Region and engaged in art work. Only then did I become a real soldier. But unlike other soldiers, when I joined the art troupe, I wore a cadre uniform with four pockets. , At that time, soldiers wore uniforms with two pockets. At that time, all soldiers in the cultural and art groups and sports teams above the military region, whether they were cadres or soldiers, wore cadre uniforms."

Ma Xiaogang became interested and continued: "After leading the military uniform, my first feeling was excitement. The second feeling was the scenery. That era was an era when soldiers were truly admired, and the people of the whole country learned from the People's Liberation Army. This kind of scenery naturally wanted to be anxious. In order to share it with my family and reveal it to outsiders, I asked the captain for leave that day and went home to let my mother take a look. My mother laughed so hard that she couldn’t close her mouth and asked me: "Is this my son?" I said:' It’s not your son, who else can show you wearing such impressive clothes?’ Even now, I still feel that wearing high-end clothes is not as handsome as wearing military uniforms back then.”

When it came to retiring from the army, Ma Xiaogang burst into tears: "Originally you were an inseparable part of the army, but why did you get selected out, and there was nothing to discuss. If you are notified to leave today, you can go. To be honest, accepting emotionally No, it's like a mother announcing to her child: I don't want you anymore."

(End of this chapter)