He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Long Baichuan's meaning was very clear: We respect you, but we are only doing so because of your military rank.

To truly gain the approval of the amphibious reconnaissance battalion, once you're inside, you still have to prove yourself with your fists.

Afterwards, Zhang Beixing noticed that Long Baichuan was in a bad mood, so he didn't disturb him.

An hour later, the jeep turned into a cemetery.

Knowing that Long Baichuan's trip was rather private and that he might have a lot to say to his deceased comrades, Zhang Beixing simply got out of the car and strolled around the area without approaching him.

Long Baichuan got out of the car, picked up a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of liquor from the back seat, and walked to a tombstone.

Looking at the two characters "Wu Tie" on the tombstone, Long Baichuan recalled the battle he and Wu Tie had fought against Thomas three years ago.

The final shot freezes on the deep sea—the scene of Wu Tie putting the oxygen tube into his mouth.

Long Baichuan squatted down, and said with a nostalgic expression:
"Tiezi, I've come to see you. This year, we've received orders to recruit good soldiers and soldiers with special skills, and they've even sent us a particularly outstanding little wolf cub."

I initially thought he was just a sly wolf cub, but when I came to pick him up today, I saw his rank—wow! Colonel, one rank higher than me. The higher-ups ordered us to train him like a new recruit, so we'll give him a thorough makeover.”

As he spoke, he opened the bottle of liquor in his hand, poured it in front of the tombstone, and continued:
"Your brother Wu Gang and I are now partners, in charge of recruiting and training soldiers. We'll definitely train them to be top-notch..."

Before the words were finished, a group of three people carrying a paper effigy of a person and a large plastic bag of yellow paper walked towards them. Their voices carried from afar, and they sounded like they were crying.

"Fourth Dog, Fourth Dog! Your mother sent me to come and see you, Fourth Dog, how could you leave us so young?"

Long Baichuan initially thought they were people who had come to pay their respects, so he didn't pay much attention. But to his surprise, the three people stopped right behind Wu Tie's tombstone.

It turned out that they were worshipping the same person as themselves.

The leader continued:

"This is the wife your mother asked someone to find for you. I'll burn this for you now. Also, here's the marriage certificate; burn that too." With that, he picked up a lighter and lit the paper effigy on fire.

Long Baichuan stared at the three people in disbelief, his face full of confusion: Isn't this Tiezi's grave? When did Tiezi have such a relative? How come I didn't know?
"Hey, comrade, who are you crying about?" Long Baichuan asked in confusion.

"Who are you crying for? Of course, it's my second uncle's nephew, Si Gouzi."

The leader spoke in a local dialect.

"This is a soldier, a martyr."

Long Baichuan explained patiently.

The man jumped up and said angrily:

"Are you out of your mind being a soldier? Si Gouzi is only sixteen years old. Do you expect him to be a soldier in the underworld?"

Zhang Beixing, who was originally strolling by the car, saw a group of people appearing with Long Baichuan, and it seemed that Long Baichuan had gotten into an argument with them. He quickly ran over and heard this sentence as soon as he arrived.

Although Zhang Beixing was young and handsome, he had been immersed in the limelight and the atmosphere of killing people with a sniper rifle every day for many years.

The aura that he inadvertently exuded during his actions was enough to intimidate a group of petty villains, let alone ordinary people.

These three people dared to reprimand Long Baichuan for being so amiable, but dared not contradict Zhang Beixing.

"Explain yourself, what happened?"

Realizing there might be some misunderstanding, Zhang Beixing spoke calmly.

The man scratched his head, looking bewildered, as if he didn't know what to say.

Long Baichuan spoke amiably:
"That's my comrade's grave."

Upon hearing this, the group gasped in surprise:

"Ah, no way! It clearly says my fourth son's real name, Zhang Guicai, on this."

After saying that, he raised his hand and beckoned Zhang Beixing and Long Baichuan over:
“Come up and take a look, come up and take a look.”

The two of them walked over.

Sure enough, the back of Wu Tie's tombstone reads: Tomb of Zhang Guicai.

Long Baichuan even turned around to check again, as if he couldn't believe it—this tomb was indeed Wu Tie's.

Then he asked:
"Who sold you this tomb?"

"It was sold to us by Advisor Jiang."

Who is Advisor Jiang?

After figuring out the whole story, Zhang Beixing was both amused and exasperated—there really were such swindlers who could even resell a martyr's grave for a profit; they were quite the talent.

Besides shared bikes, this guy has now even come up with shared tombstones.

Inside a secondhand housing agency's sales shop.

A man in a suit is asking:

"The house is nice, but I heard that this community is next to a revolutionary cemetery."

The short man sitting opposite him was so excited that he stood up:
"Someone as cultured as you shouldn't care about these superstitious things."

Besides, this precisely proves that the place has excellent feng shui. Otherwise, why would so many important figures insist on being buried there after they die?
"To tell you the truth, that place has a dragon vein. Living there means you don't have to wait to die; just being alive will ensure the safety of your whole family."

When Zhang Beixing and his group arrived, this was the scene they were faced with.

After listening to this conversation, Zhang Beixing thought to himself that, judging from Jiang Xiaoyu's quick wit, she would definitely be someone important in the future.

The guy who came along wasn't listening to what they were saying.

Upon entering, he immediately grabbed the receptionist at the door and questioned her:

"Where is your advisor, Chiang?"

The young man who greeted us replied:

Looking for Little Fish?

He turned and shouted into the house:

"Stinky Fish, I'm looking for you."

Jiang Xiaoyu, who was originally selling houses, immediately got up and came over when he heard someone was looking for him, not forgetting to glare at the young man who had called him earlier:
"Call him Advisor Jiang!"

He turned around and recognized the man who had bought his burial plot:
"Brother, it's you."

After saying that, he quickly instructed the young man from before:

"Quickly make some tea and turn the air conditioning up."

Long Baichuan, who was standing next to Jiang Xiaoyu, had no intention of sitting down and having a detailed discussion. He just wanted to figure out what was going on with Wu Tie's tomb.

How come two people live in a perfectly good cemetery?

"Stop fussing over there. Explain the cemetery matter to me clearly." Jiang Xiaoyu asked with a puzzled look:
"Uncle PLA soldier, what are you doing?"

Why did you transfer my comrade's burial plot to them?

Long Baichuan asked the question directly.

Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly realized:
"Oh, is that what it is? Please have a seat, I'll report to you right away."

Zhang Beixing followed behind, his imposing aura subdued, revealing a set of small white teeth, and gave Jiang Xiaoyu a friendly smile.

He wanted to see what else this big-mouthed liar could say.
Jiang Xiaoyu sat opposite Long Baichuan and explained in a serious tone:

“Uncle PLA soldier, here’s the thing: we did not resell your comrade’s grave; the property rights are still in your comrade’s name.”

"What? You just gave me my four thousand five hundred for nothing?"

Upon hearing this, the older brother couldn't sit still any longer and stood up to question Jiang Xiaoyu.

"Brother, please sit down first, and let me explain to you slowly."

Seeing that the two soldiers were still sitting calmly, the older brother was no longer in a hurry and sat down as Jiang Xiaoyu suggested.

"This is called cemetery plot sharing. It's like you have a few extra rooms in your house and want to find a few people to share them, but you can't let others live there for free, right?"
"You have to pay some rent, right? Four thousand five hundred for twenty years, that averages out to only twenty-five yuan a month. Do you think that's expensive?"

After saying that, he explained to Long Baichuan:
“Uncle PLA soldier, your comrade’s grave has to pay a certain fee every year. So, sharing the grave would be more cost-effective for both of you.”

Zhang Beixing rarely admired others in his life, but today he felt that he had truly broadened his horizons—Jiang Xiaoyu was definitely wasting his talents selling cemetery plots here.

With that kind of silver tongue, she'd be a perfect negotiator.

After hearing this explanation, Long Baichuan was left speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"So, according to you, I should thank you?"

Jiang Xiaoyu smiled modestly:
"No need for that."

After saying that, he stood up, handed his business card to Long Baichuan, and then took out another one from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Beixing.

"If you need to buy a grave in the future, come to me. I have a set of exquisite sample graves."

Zhang Beixing looked up and sized up Jiang Xiaoyu a few times, hesitated for a moment, and finally withdrew the foot that was about to kick Jiang Xiaoyu.

This kid is really good at seizing opportunities; now he even dares to try and sell me a burial plot—isn't that just cursing me?

Long Baichuan listened intently as Jiang Xiaoyu boasted about "the Taoist sacred mountain of Immortality to the south and the Buddhist holy site of Youth Spring to the north."

Finally, Long Baichuan replied with a smile:
"Give them back their money, give them back their money."

Jiang Xiaoyu, having been exposed, didn't deny it and answered directly:

"Then you sit for a while, I'll go get the contract."

After saying that, he turned around and went into the back.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing raised an eyebrow and said to Long Baichuan:

"This kid is trying to run away."

Long Baichuan smiled and narrowed his eyes. He went out, got into his car, and started chasing after Jiang Xiaoyu's electric scooter.

Jiang Xiaoyu was riding her electric bike up a steep flight of stairs when she lost control and fell into the river.

Long Baichuan and Zhang Beixing got out of the car and looked at the river for a long time without seeing anyone. Their eyes met for a moment, and then they both looked towards the opposite bank of the river.

Not long after, Jiang Xiaoyu emerged from the lake, soaking wet. Her practiced manner suggested she was used to being chased around quite often.

He lowered his head and carefully unfolded his soaked wallet from his pocket, placing the important receipts one by one on the edge of the flower bed next to him.

Long Baichuan got out of the car and walked over quickly, determined to grab Jiang Xiaoyu and get to the bottom of things.

Zhang Beixing followed behind with his arms crossed, taking his time.

He originally thought that being assigned to the naval squadron to help train a group of new recruits would be a rather boring thing, but today's experience made him feel that the trip was worthwhile.

Jiang Xiaoyu, with his glib tongue, is quite interesting. Now I'd like to see how he handles this situation.

Thinking she had escaped unscathed, Jiang Xiaoyu's first reaction upon seeing Zhang Beixing and Long Baichuan was to turn and run. But after taking a couple of steps, she realized that all she could see was lake water, with no other way out. So she turned back and gave the two behind her an awkward smile.

Long Baichuan pointed to the lake behind him, his smile not reaching his eyes.

"Run, keep running."

"Uncle, PLA uncle, please calm down. If you knew our situation, I guarantee you wouldn't hold it against us."

After much deliberation, Jiang Xiaoyu decisively decided to target Long Baichuan. Although the young officer behind him also seemed quite approachable, his intuition told him that this man was not to be trifled with.

Then Zhang Beixing saw Jiang Xiaoyu plop down on the edge of the flower bed, lift her leg, take off her wet socks, and show the two of them her soles.

"Uncle, look! Look! One, two, three, four, five, six, we are the six stars of the Southern Dipper, corresponding to the seven stars of the Northern Dipper in the sky. We are born with a destiny of great wealth and honor, and our luck will turn around in less than five years. If you let us go today, it will be like Cao Cao letting Guan Yu go back then. When we meet again at Huarong Road in the future, you will surely repay us."

Just as Jiang Xiaoyu was earnestly trying to persuade Long Baichuan to let her off the hook, Zhang Beixing spotted several receipts that Jiang Xiaoyu had placed by the flower bed in the distance.

Upon picking them up, he saw several medical bills with rather high costs. Although this amount of money was insignificant to Zhang Beixing,
But he wasn't some otherworldly prince who lived off the mundane world. With a clear understanding of prices, he knew that this sum of money was a huge amount for an ordinary family.

Long Baichuan, who was standing nearby, also saw the receipts and pondered for a moment before speaking to Jiang Xiaoyu:
"Why is the medical bill so expensive?"

Jiang Xiaoyu didn't hide anything and said frankly:

“My mother is old and in poor health. She has been hospitalized four times in three months.”

Long Baichuan understood immediately, and his tone became somewhat heavy.

"You little rascal, you're cheating people to make money so you can pay for your mother's medical treatment, right?"

"Uncle, I'm definitely a reliable and good young man. I've never lied to anyone. At most, I might exaggerate the facts—it's a publicity stunt, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Long Baichuan sighed inwardly, thinking that she was a filial and good child. He then took out his wallet and handed all the cash inside to Jiang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Beixing, who had witnessed all of this, reached out and took the money from Jiang Xiaoyu's hand.

Jiang Xiaoyu and Long Baichuan both looked at Zhang Beixing with puzzled expressions.

Although Long Baichuan was the captain of the Navy's amphibious reconnaissance squadron, Zhang Beixing knew very well that he didn't have much money at all.

Zhang Beixing stuffed the money back into Long Baichuan's hand and then spoke to Jiang Xiaoyu:
"I'm a wealthy man, and I know a few good hospitals. If you can grant me one request, I'll take care of your mother's illness entirely. How about it?"

Upon hearing that it could cure her mother's illness, Jiang Xiaoyu immediately spoke up:
"Since you've put it this way, just say it. As long as I, Jiang Xiaoyu, can do it, I'll do it without hesitation."

Seeing that the man was so easy to talk to, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but tease him:

"Aren't you afraid I'll make you do some illegal or disorderly things?" (End of Chapter)