I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

In the corridor at this moment.

Wu Hanfeng looked at the bag full of food and felt incredibly happy.

"Here you go. We're having an extra meal tonight."

He Dong's eyes lit up: "Deputy squad leader! Awesome! Thanks for the sponsorship, Commander!"

Wu Hanfeng smiled slightly: "Let's go, continue the investigation."

"Today is our first day in office, we have to let them know the rules of our military police!"

"Yes!" He Dong straightened his chest and raised his head, answering with a proud expression.

In the office next door, many people were peeking at the two of them through the crack in the door.

Especially after seeing that Wu Hanfeng was still holding something in his hand, he panicked instantly.

It's over.

Are we really going to have to start a major crackdown today?

Everyone pricked up their ears, afraid that the new official's anger would spread to them.

He Dong was both excited and nervous, his palms sweating: "Deputy squad leader, are we really going to check them one by one? Won't that... offend them all?"

"What have we offended?" Wu Hanfeng said loudly, seemingly unconcerned. "Are we following the regulations of the garrison district, or are we helping them to set a good example?"

"Besides, why not take advantage of today, the first day in office, to crack down on more things? If they start making changes later, where will we go to fill the quota?"

He Dong still felt uneasy.

Wu Hanfeng glanced at the people eavesdropping at the doorway on both sides of the corridor.

"It seems like they're not very welcoming today; they closed the door to greet me."

"In that case, I'll go check out the training section first. I heard that Section Chief Zhang has been working overtime every day lately, so we should take the initiative to visit him and offer our condolences."

Who?

Section Chief Zhang is known throughout the entire regiment for his stern face!

When he stands on the training field, his face is as long as a donkey's.

He's always either cursing or glaring at people. Whenever he goes to the training ground, you can hear the noise downstairs.

How dare you provoke such a ruthless squad leader?

He felt his calves starting to cramp, did he absolutely have to go?

After the last time He Dong confronted Wu Hanfeng at the government building, he never dared to approach anyone from the training section again.

I was afraid they would throw a brick at me from behind.

The distance between him and Wu Hanfeng grew further and further. When they arrived at the training section gate, He Dong was still a meter away from Wu Hanfeng.

Wu Hanfeng winked at him: "Come here, he's not going to eat you, is he?"

He Dong followed behind Wu Hanfeng, his hands and feet moving in unison.

The two heard a series of crackling sounds coming from inside the room, followed by the sound of a cabinet being opened and a chair being dragged.

One can imagine what a chaotic scene the room must have looked like.

A few seconds later, Zhang Yue's voice, which he tried to sound calm, came through: "Come in."

Wu Hanfeng pushed open the door.

A delicious aroma of hot and sour rice noodles wafted over.

Zhang Yue sat behind his desk with a serious expression, holding a pen and nodding frequently at the battle map in front of him.

But a piece of scallion stuck to his collar was particularly eye-catching.

Half a sausage was still sticking out from the corner of the table, not yet hidden away.

Wisps of heat were rising from the edge of the map.

"Section Chief Zhang, still working overtime so late?" Wu Hanfeng walked over unhurriedly.

"Looking at the map? This map smells wonderful."

Zhang Yue's face instantly turned red, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

He subtly adjusted the map's position: "Hanfeng, it's you. What brings you here dressed like this today?"

As he spoke, he pretended to suddenly realize something, patted his head, and said, "Look at my memory, I remember now, you're working part-time in the garrison area, right? That's great."

"What brings you here so late?"

"It's nothing serious," Wu Hanfeng said, looking down at the training diagram in front of him. "It's just a routine inspection."

He raised the corners of his mouth and tapped the table: "Section Chief Zhang, you can't eat in the office."

"There's a bowl of hot and sour noodles under your map. Don't accidentally soak it and ruin it; that would be a big problem."

Zhang Yue was immediately at a loss for what to do.

He kept a straight face, slowly lifted the map, and sure enough, there was a bowl of hot and sour noodles soaking underneath.

The fragrance wafted straight into my nose.

"Hanfeng... I'm working overtime tonight and haven't eaten yet." Zhang Heilian, who was usually so arrogant, looked exactly like a primary school student caught red-handed.

His voice wasn't as deep and resonant as usual; instead, he whispered, "I promise this will be the last time."

Wu Hanfeng looked troubled: "Not even once, Section Chief Zhang."

He raised his chin at He Dong, who immediately understood and took out a notebook to start taking notes.

"The training section is the benchmark for the entire regiment's training. If you take the lead in eating in the office, what will the soldiers below think?"

"I don't want to make things difficult for you, but rules are rules. You need to submit a 3,000-word self-criticism to me by tomorrow morning."

He then looked at the two staff officers beside him who were shrugging their necks.

"Stop hiding, you two. Take it out and we'll settle the score together."

The two staff officers lowered their heads, their faces flushed, and took out a handful of sunflower seeds from their pockets.

…………

Even after leaving the training section and walking to the end of the corridor, He Dong still felt dazed.

He looked at the three records in his hand and nervously asked, "Squad leader, you dare to punish Zhang the Blackface? Aren't you afraid he'll make things difficult for our special operations squad?"

"He dares to make things difficult for me?" Wu Hanfeng chuckled. "He broke the rules first. If he really does make things difficult for me, I'll squat outside his office every day."

"Now they should be the ones worrying about us, not the other way around."

He Dong's eyes lit up.

His gaze toward Wu Hanfeng was filled with admiration.

"Let's go, next stop, the publicity department."

Speaking of the propaganda section, we have to mention its head, Chen Mo.

He was a typical scholar-official, speaking in a refined and scholarly manner, often quoting classical texts, which left a group of greenhorn recruits with low levels of education completely bewildered.

He usually pays great attention to his conduct and image, and he wrote all the articles for the regiment's discipline and conduct publicity boards and warning education meetings.

The propaganda about strict military discipline deterred countless new recruits.

As soon as Wu Hanfeng reached the door of his office, he heard the sound of people cracking sunflower seeds coming from inside.

He even threw the cards around with a flourish: "Wait a minute, three of a kind with a single card, right? Let's go for it."

Wu Hanfeng raised an eyebrow and abruptly lowered his hand, which was about to knock on the door.

Grasp the doorknob and push the door open to enter.

The three people inside the room were stunned and looked at the uninvited guest outside the door.

Chen Mo was holding a few playing cards in his hand, his hand hovering above the sunflower seeds, and a bottle of cola was placed next to him.

The three stared in disbelief at the silver helmet, Chen Mo's chin still covered with sunflower seed shells he hadn't completely spat out.

After realizing what was happening, Chen Mo stuffed the playing cards into his pocket, while the other two quickly threw everything into the trash can.

In his haste, he spilled the sunflower seeds all over the ground, making the place look even more messy now.

"Wu... Wu Hanfeng." Chen Mo's lips twitched twice, his expression awkward. "Why are you here?"

"We've been working on the promotional plan all afternoon and were just thinking of relaxing for a bit, and you're here in less than three minutes."

Chen Mo's clumsy explanation.

"Research plan? A plan for playing Dou Dizhu (a card game)?" Wu Hanfeng kicked the trash can, making the playing cards inside rustle.

"Section Chief Chen, this isn't what you in the propaganda section say when you're lecturing others every day... You forbid others from having fun, is it a case of 'the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are forbidden even to light lamps'?"

Chen Mo's face flushed red and then turned pale.

He, who is usually eloquent, couldn't utter a single word at this moment.

The two officers next to him didn't dare to lift their heads, pressing their chins hard against their chests, afraid of being called out by Wu Hanfeng.