Ye Ziming looked up and met Lin Hai’s cold gaze, and a shiver ran through his whole body from fright.
“Let—let—whoever won’t let Young Master Lin in, I’ll freaking split them in two!” Ye Ziming hastily declared.
“Good, then. Qiangzi, let’s go.” Lin Hai nodded, then quickly bent down to lift the stretcher.
Seeing this, Ye Ziming hurriedly ran over.
“Young Master Lin, how could I let you do such rough work? Let me, let me!” Ye Ziming obediently rushed ahead of Lin Hai and lifted the stretcher.
Wang Debiao was dumbstruck watching from the side, and it took him quite a while to react.
Holy crap, who the hell is this Young Master Lin? From the looks of it, he’s way more badass than Young Master Ye. How come I’ve never heard of him? And that slap I got—what a damn injustice.
Ye Ziming had already run over to carry the stretcher—how could he dare just stand there watching?
His eyes darted around, and he quickly ran over to Baldy Qiang’s side. — Purchasing Medical Equipment
“Brother, brother, take a break. Let me carry it.” Wang Debiao didn’t bother asking Baldy Qiang whether he agreed or not—he just directly joined Ye Ziming in lifting the stretcher.
“Wang Debiao, you damn well carry it steady!” Ye Ziming, grimacing as he carried the back end, yelled at Wang Debiao.
“Don’t worry, Young Master Ye.” Wang Debiao had never done this kind of work before—after just a few steps, sweat was pouring down.
Lin Hai and Baldy Qiang were happy to take it easy, slowly following along beside them, totally at leisure.
Earlier, when Ye Ziming and Wang Debiao had made their high-profile appearance at the ticket gate, it had already drawn everyone’s attention. Now, seeing these two big shots actually running over to carry a stretcher for the two people who’d been kicked out—everyone’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads.
“Holy crap, who’s on that stretcher? So badass.”
“No need to ask—must be some big shot. That ticket inspector earlier was blind as a bat.”
“Hey, didn’t you see? He’s already been fired, isn’t he? Messed with the wrong person.”
Zhang Cuihua watched in a daze as Ye Ziming and President Wang—whom she revered like a god—carried a stretcher like a pair of laborers. Her legs went weak and she sat down on the ground.
Right now, she was so regretful her guts were turning green. She finally understood what a badass person she had offended.
“Hey, where the hell are you going!” Ye Ziming, exhausted and grimacing in the back, suddenly yelled at Wang Debiao.
“Young Master Ye, to—to the ticket gate, right?” Wang Debiao, dripping with sweat and panting, said.
“Are you freaking stupid? Would Young Master Lin use the regular ticket gate? Go to the VIP channel!”
“Ah? Okay, okay, okay!” Wang Debiao grimaced. Damn it, the VIP channel was several hundred meters away—wasn’t this going to kill them?
The two of them, panting heavily, carried the stretcher toward the VIP channel.
“Halt, please undergo inspection!” After finally reaching the VIP channel, a young soldier with a single chevron on his shoulder walked over and saluted.
“Thank you for your cooperation.” The young soldier checked each of them, then a shy smile appeared on his face as he saluted and let them through.
“Brother, over here!” Lin Yun had been anxiously looking around when Lin Hai still hadn’t come in after so long. When she saw Lin Hai enter through another door, she quickly called out.
“Young Master Ye, President Wang, this—this—” The staff members busy inside, seeing Ye Ziming and their president carrying someone in on a stretcher, were completely stunned and stood there not knowing what to do.
“Are you all freaking dumb? Give us a hand!” Wang Debiao roared at them.
Seriously, no sense at all—he’d carried this thing so far his arms were shaking. Being tired was one thing, but if he couldn’t hold on and dropped the person, that Young Master Lin would probably skin him alive.
The staff members finally snapped out of it and hurried over to take over from Ye Ziming and Wang Debiao.
Some people who had already entered the venue, seeing someone carried in on a stretcher, immediately started gossiping. But when they saw the person was being carried to the front row, they all shut their mouths. — Purchasing Medical Equipment
Only the rich and powerful could sit there—not something they could casually gossip about.
No point in running their mouths and getting burned later—that would be idiotic.
“Young Master Lin, there’s still some time before it starts. You rest a bit—I have something to take care of over there.” Ye Ziming came over, bent at the waist, greeted Lin Hai, and left.
“Ah, you old man—your daughter’s about to go on stage, why won’t you wake up?” Zhao Fang looked at Liu Shan lying there quietly and felt another wave of sadness.
“I have a friend over there—I’ll go say hello.” Hearing Zhao Fang’s words, Lin Hai also felt restless and found an excuse to get up and leave.
Lin Hai walked toward Guo Fei, who wasn’t far away.
“Looks like you’re pretty busy,” Lin Hai said, greeting Guo Fei.
“Ha, just running around like a headless chicken.” Guo Fei smiled.
“Commander Zhan—is he in good health?”
“Couldn’t be better. The day before yesterday he was even racing our young soldiers on the 400-meter obstacle course. Truly old but still vigorous.” Mentioning Zhan Xiangrong, Guo Fei gave Lin Hai a thumbs-up, his face full of admiration.
“Oh? When you have time—”
“Get out of my way!” Before Lin Hai could finish, a sharp, angry cry suddenly came from the VIP channel.
“Hm?” Guo Fei was startled—the VIP channel entrance was guarded by his people. “I’ll go take a look.”
With that, he strode toward the VIP channel entrance.
“I’ll go with you.” Lin Hai had nothing better to do, so he went along with Guo Fei.
At the entrance, the shy young soldier from before was now sternly blocking a young woman in red at the door.
The woman in red was furious, glaring daggers at the young soldier.
“Do you know who I am?” the woman in red demanded harshly.
“Comrade, this is the organizing committee’s rule. Anyone entering must undergo inspection,” the young soldier patiently explained.
“I’m Li Xue! Haven’t you seen me on TV?” Li Xue said arrogantly, casting a disdainful glance at the young soldier.
“Comrade, I already said—no matter who it is, everyone must undergo inspection.”
“Pah! You stupid soldier boy—did being in the army make you stupid? I’m a celebrity, you know? A celebrity!” Li Xue pointed at herself and ranted.
The young soldier simply stepped into a straddle stance, blocking the door, and ignored her.
“I’m so mad! You two, go push him aside!” Li Xue angrily shouted at two black-suited bodyguards behind her.
The two bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stepped forward to grab the young soldier.
The young soldier extended his arm—one push, one shove—and sent both bodyguards staggering back several steps before they could steady themselves.
“Comrade, I am performing my duty. If you dare force your way through again, I won’t be polite.”
“Smack!”
Before the young soldier could finish, Li Xue slapped him directly across the face.
“Pah! Not polite—what are you going to do about it? You really think you’re somebody? You watchdog! We taxpayers feed you—we’re your masters. Instead of immediately lying down and wagging your tail when you see your master, you’ve got the nerve to bark here. Don’t you even have the sense to be a proper dog?” — Choosing Dog Snacks
Li Xue’s words made the young soldier’s face flush red instantly. Then veins bulged on his face, his fists clenched tight, and his teeth ground together audibly—clearly he was desperately trying to control the rage in his heart.
“What are you looking at? You’re just a watchdog. Get out of my way!”
The young soldier’s body trembled slightly from anger. This man of the military—who never believed in tears—suddenly had a mist of moisture in his eyes.
Those were tears of grievance!
“Comrade, I’m sorry. Although I’ve been in the army less than a year, I know that a soldier—even in death—cannot leave his post. Furthermore, we are the guardians of the people, not watchdogs. You may not respect me, but please respect my profession!”
“Well said!” A loud, resonant voice sounded from behind.
