C265 Incompetent Security

Through the tiny crack in the wall, I saw the Third Squad Leader, who was on duty, holding onto Liu Peng's clothes and talking to the Squadron Leader Yang Ming. Immediately afterwards, the door was shut tight, and I could only hear the ruthless curses from within: "Fuck, you dare to escape under my watch? "I'm a deserter, do you want to die …" Then there was the sound of punches and kicks!

Surprised, I thought to myself: No way, this method will kill me!

Should I save Liu Peng?

Save me, for the time being I do not want to offend the Company Leader!

I can't save him, and my heart can't bear it!

For a moment there was a complicated psychological struggle.

Then, suddenly, the door opened and I stepped aside.

I heard Squadron Leader Yang Ming scolding Liu Peng ruthlessly: "Run, if you run any further, I'll come find your home. How dare you be my deserter? "I'm telling you, I came from the 39th army and hated deserters. If you don't believe me, you can run around and try again!"

I heard a burst of weeping and felt some sympathy. This Liu Peng was still unable to escape in the end!

At the same time, I am also thinking, just what kind of Security Company is this? Was there nothing else they could do other than beat him up?

After Liu Peng was threatened, he no longer dared to think about running away. He was already well-behaved, and now he was even more well-behaved. Besides eating and working every day, he would also write a few letters home without saying a word.

Ever since Li Quntao practiced boxing with me, he has not had anyone else as a sparring partner. Furthermore, the security guards under him have also become much gentler, no one knows why he has changed so much.

As usual, I was on duty, on duty, and training. However, the Squadron Leader Yang Ming had quite the good training skills and had quite the poise of a commander. I am very low-key, although I have already practiced those military moves to perfection, but I still followed them over and over again. I will do whatever the security guards do, because right now, I am also a security guard, an extremely ordinary security guard, without any duties, and no one knows my true origins.

I stood at Ximen Wanggang on duty, a beautiful scenery, I stood valiantly, courteously, and the movement of the car was very standard, every time the owners passed through the Ximen Wai, they couldn't help but glance at me, and sometimes they even talked about me as if I were a topic in a community, saying that there was a security guard in the neighborhood, and that he was a handsome one, like a soldier from Xinhua Gate, and that a hundred of them had attracted the favor of countless owners, especially some young female owners, who always borrowed my help to take a few more looks at me, I still stuck to the principle, never leaving the post even though the quality of being a soldier and security guard was a dangerous thing to tell him when leaving the guard!

The days passed one by one.

During the day, he would go to work and train endlessly. Sometimes, he would even have to do some odd jobs for the properties of Party A. Only at night would he have the opportunity to quietly think about his own tasks and think about his comrades-in-arms and colleagues.

Of course, he would think of his beloved You Meng.

In a blink of an eye, it was already the middle of July. However, there was still no news of the TL organization.

The life in Security Force is very difficult, we are an internal team, and each of us only have five dollars, but these five dollars have to be taken care of by the company's logistics manager, as well as the team leaders, so the real amount of money that falls on our team members is around four dollars. A meal fee of four yuan, what could he eat? Rice was the cheapest kind of army sieve food. It was the inferior kind of food that was screened when they were sent to the army, and the cheapest was extremely cheap, with only fifty to sixty centimeters of money per catty. If it was just the food alone, then it was fine, but the management of the Security Force was also very violent. The captain and class monitor all fought and kicked their own team members, and the team members were in a miserable state. Especially under Yang Ming's guidance, the Security Force would often organize some boxing training, although it was called boxing training, in reality, it was just boxing training. The reason why Li Quntao was so keen on letting his teammates practice fist arts with him was because of Yang Ming's guidance. However, fortunately, when Yang Ming was practicing boxing, he had never drawn me as a sparring partner.

However, I have been thinking, how could such a Security Company be related to the TL organization?

Was By Director mistaken?

July 20th, this should be a good day for me to get promoted.

Not knowing why, after Li Quntao was quietly defeated by me, he acted extremely friendly. He even recommended me to the company and promoted me to the security squad leader.

His recommendation became a reality on the 25th of July. Although I wasn't interested in being class rep, I still accepted it happily.

At least, before they clearly understood the TL organization, they could try their best at Security Company.

Following that, under the arrangements of the company, Squadron Leader Yang Ming brought along Li Quntao and a few other elites, as well as a dozen normal members. They assigned a large number of Security Force members to various projects in the company, and went to the capital to receive the biggest project that had ever happened. The project had a total of more than twenty security units, all of them were entertainment venues, large KTV, large bathing centers, large clubs, etc. This included the Easton Hotel, where Miss Yi Tafenli had stayed before. This project had a total of more than three hundred security personnel. It was the biggest security item in Huatai Security Company.

The time went back to August 11.

I never would have thought that from this day onwards, everything would undergo a tremendous change.

As for the TL organization, they were gradually revealing their horn.

That day, I received a call from Zhao Guangcheng, the manager of the administrative department of the company. He said that he wanted me to bring my luggage back to the company for an important arrangement.

Almost from the moment I made this call, a series of plots and plots were already being carried out against me …

The call was made at around seven in the morning. When I received the call, I hurriedly packed my luggage, put on my Security uniform clothes, and set out on my journey.

In August, Beijing was enjoying the warmth of summer. There was not a single breeze, and the rising sun shone brightly in the sky as if it was about to dry the rivers, lakes, and seas.

The steady stream of pedestrians and vehicles on the road heralded the prosperity and vitality of this international metropolis.

It was currently rush hour, and the people waiting for the bus were rushing to the market, anxiously looking in the direction of the bus. I waited at the bus stop for five minutes with my bags in my hand, and at last the 345 bus slowed to a stop.

Maybe it was because they were forced to work in a rush, but nowadays, people loved to compete for 'advancement'. Before the bus stopped, the men, women, and children all flocked to the bus and performed their 'push, pull, pull' and other boarding skills.

If there is an advanced person, then there is a backward person. With the principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young, who would be the bottom if I didn't humbly show my respect? So I watched the advanced players push each other into the car, and then I took my time with a dollar coin and prepared to get in, but as soon as I put my foot in the car, I saw the crowd of people inside glaring at me, and started to complain:

"Hey, security, I can't get on, let's wait for the next train …"

"A guard without any manners is still trying to squeeze his way up. Can't you see that there are no seats left in the car?"

"…"

After a moment's hesitation, I pulled my heavy foot out of the car. I patted the foot that had been tarnished by social culture, laughed at myself, and turned to leave.

Afraid of delaying my time, I hailed a modern Beijing taxi. After getting on, I pinched my hands in my pockets for a long time. To be honest, I really couldn't bear to spend so much money. After all, my current identity is just an ordinary security guard and my salary is extremely low. To me, several tens of yuan isn't a small amount.

The taxi driver, a chubby fellow who could match the figure of Zhu Bajie, asked me in a practiced Beijing language, "Where are you going?"

I said, "Go back and watch."

Fatty asked casually, "Where are you from?"

I imitated his Beijing accent and said impatiently, "Please, just drive."

Fatty's expression changed. He then stepped on the throttle of the taxi and drove it to the main road.

I looked longingly at the taximeter in the cab, wishing with all my heart that it would slow down, slow down, and, preferably, start at ten dollars to get back to my destination. But how could that be possible?

Fatty pressed a certain button and a clear broadcast sound came from the car. It was unknown which television station broadcast a piece of news, saying that a famous Japanese woman, You Cang, had come to China on vacation and had accepted an interview with a certain television station. I felt dizzy. I remembered the farce last year at the World Security Exchange. Those of us in the army probably didn't have much contact with the outside world, and back then on the World Security Exchange, we talked about the Japanese female elites with the American soldiers. To think that the foolish me didn't know what the Japanese female elites were … The United States soldiers are more open, know everything, and social integration is more forceful.

As for fat driver, when he heard the news, he immediately turned up the volume, appearing to be in high spirits, his face blooming with a sense of pride. What was even more exaggerated was that his pants were actually stuck up like a big bag. There is no doubt that he is a loyal fan of Japanese A-movies, and he is an outstanding representative of Japan's best women. He is renowned for his pure, beautiful and extremely coquettish nature among the world's adults.

After listening to the broadcast, the fat driver asked me with interest: "Hey, Cang Jing Kong, do you understand?"

I shook my head impatiently, laughing inwardly at his superficial and vulgar attitude. "I don't know," I replied perfunctorily.

fat driver tried his best to defend himself: "Amongst all the female elites in Japan, this era is already desolate. Eating and loving them are already out of date …"

I continued to say perfunctorily, "Maybe."

I remembered the American soldier's motto: "Japan's greatest contribution to the world is to train a large number of advanced sex workers, from eating on the island to dying in poverty, and to create an immortal chapter in the adult world for countless Japanese women."