Chapter 707

"What major did you study in the army?" Qin Fei deliberately changed the topic. "I have to know what you will do."

"Isn't communication very popular in Africa now?" Zhao Xin said confidently. "When I was in the reconnaissance camp, I studied UAV and participated in the intensive training of health workers. After I came back, I worked in the communication industry for another year. I'm absolutely competent. What's more, I don't know how to learn when I'm a soldier. When it comes to hard work, who can compare with me."

"The health workers are good." Qin Fei replied, remembering that his team really lacks a battlefield ambulance. In fact, the health workers in the army learn this set of specialty, which is quite appropriate.

However, he did not intend to pull Zhao Xin to become a mercenary. After all, it was a hard-working business.

"What's your major?" Zhao Xin asked.

"Armed reconnaissance." Qin Fei thought about it and asked, "Zhao Xin, if you want to go abroad, are you willing to give up Xiaoyan?"

Zhao Xin sighed: "a man must achieve his career first. I'd like to save some money for a few years and chase Xiaoyan. He's still a sophomore."

"Why did you sit together?"

The two were talking, and Xiaoyan suddenly appeared behind Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin was startled and the tea in his hand overflowed.

"Oh, he... He's my comrade in arms, so just sit together." Zhao Xin stood up, put the things brought by Xiao Yan in front of him, and said, "just put them here."

Someone at the next table shouted to pay the bill. Xiao Yan put down Zhao Xin's noodles and shredded potatoes and went to pick up the bill for the guests.

Zhao Xin breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his position. His eyes suddenly fell on the back of Qin Fei's hand.

The back of Qin Fei's hand was scarred. He had been stabbed at that position. He was also scratched by bullets and cut by a knife. It looked like a scar, which made people shudder.

"Your hand..."

Qin Fei subconsciously retracted his hand and raised it to greet Xiao Yan: "please bring two bottles of beer."

He avoided Zhao Xin's question.

The door of the private room was suddenly knocked open. A naked man had a mole on his right cheek. There were two inches on the mole. The fat man with a long beard stretched out his head and shouted to Xiao Yan, "Hey, boss! Another box of beer! Hurry up!"

Qin Fei looked over the fat man and saw that the private room behind him was filled with smoke. There were almost seven or eight guys at the table who looked red and bare.

These people wear the same style of pants, hidden blue, obviously some kind of uniform.

"Ah, come on." Xiao Yan answered, a trace of boredom flashed on her face, but she still went around to the back kitchen to get the beer.

The fat man seemed to notice Qin Fei looking at him. He turned a pair of small eyes that had been red by alcohol and stared at Qin Fei. Qin Fei smiled on his face, but his eyes didn't give in at all, and directly confronted the fat man.

The fat man felt guilty at the bottom of his heart. He seemed to feel that there was a sword hidden in Qin Fei's eyes. As long as he looked at him face to face, he would stab him in his eyes, which was extremely fierce.

He shrunk his head, slammed the door of the private room again and closed the noise in the room.

"Scum!"

Zhao Xin scolded angrily.

"Do you know them?" Qin Fei asked.

"The security guards raised by the village committee of this village in the city are a group of dogs. In fact, they are thugs!" Zhao Xin said.

Qin Fei said with a smile, "why do you know so well?"

"I live in this village." Zhao Xin pointed to a direction outside the door, "on the fifth floor of the rental house at the head of the village."

The two were talking. Xiaoyan took a box of Tsingtao beer out of the back kitchen warehouse. Zhao Xin got up to pick it up and said to Xiaoyan, "don't go in. There are smokers and drinkers in it."

Xiaoyan didn't insist on thinking about it and asked Zhao Xin to send the wine into the private room.

Returning to his seat, Zhao Xin asked Xiao Yan, "how many accounts have these guys hung up here?"

"More than 18000..." Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly turned red. "I haven't settled an account this year!"

"These dogs!" Zhao Xin's fist clenched and rattled.

"Don't mess around and don't get into trouble with my father." Xiaoyan seemed to see Zhao Xin's intention and was very nervous.

Zhao Xin clenched his teeth and said, "if I hadn't been afraid of causing trouble to the veterans, I would have abandoned these grandchildren!"

"Who did you waste?"

A low voice came from behind Zhao Xin. Qin Fei looked up and knew it was Xiao Yan's father almost without asking.

There was a certain resemblance between father and daughter's eyebrows.

The restaurant owner, known as the "veteran" in Zhao Xin's mouth, was wearing a faded camouflage suit and an apron. His face was thin and dark, but his hair was very spiritual, with some white frost on his temples.

It seems that he is about fifty years old.

From the veteran's slightly turbid but calm eyes, Qin Fei can almost conclude that this man has been on the battlefield.

Qin Fei noticed one detail.

When the veteran walked, he was a little unnatural. Careful observation showed that his right leg seemed to be disabled.

"Old monitor." Qin Fei got up and saluted.

"I've been discharged from the army for many years. You'd better call me old." the veteran was a little embarrassed, but he returned the gift very naturally.

He pulled a stool from the side and sat at the table. Lao he glanced at the dishes on the table and asked Qin Fei, "what's the matter? How's the craft?"

"Very good! It suits my appetite!" Qin Fei quickly replied.

Lao he kept looking at Qin Fei and suddenly said, "strange..."

Zhao Xin said, "what's strange?"

Then he looked at Qin Fei.

Lao he was stunned and seemed unwilling to answer, "nothing, nothing..."

Qin Fei's curiosity suddenly came up. Why did Lao he look at himself with that strange look.

"Old monitor he, I just looked at me. Do you think my dress is very strange?" Qin Fei couldn't help asking.

Lao he shook his head: "no, no, no, I'm much younger now. Many military fans like to wear it."

Qin Fei didn't understand: "that's..."

Lao he picked up a clean cup on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, looked up at Qin Fei: "do you really want to know what I was thinking just now?"

"Well," Qin Fei said, "I'm interested in listening."

"I'm just surprised that you are so young. You must be a soldier in recent years, but looking at your eyes, only those who have climbed out of the dead can have your eyes."

Lao he, tell the truth.

Qin Fei was shocked. He was like two lions in the field. Even if he couldn't see each other in the dark, he could tell that they were the same kind from the smell.

Qin Fei saw that Lao he had been on the battlefield, and Lao he saw through Qin Fei's countless life and death.

Only soldiers who have really experienced the test of blood and fire can smell the smell that makes them cherish each other.