Chapter 399 Boss
Chapter 399 Boss
"Haha, I knew that brother Rusong is a straightforward person and would not stand by and watch my brother die," Jin Zhongtai laughed. He raised his glass and said, "I won't say anything. I will remember your kindness today."
"Brother Zhongtai, don't be happy too soon," An Rushong interrupted him quickly. It is certainly a pleasant thing to agree to help others and gain their gratitude, but the premise of everything is that the thing can really be done. An Rushong doesn't dare to make this guarantee now, so he must say some ugly words in advance, so as to avoid that gratitude will turn into complaint if things are not done in the future.
"Whether this can be accomplished or not, I dare not give you a definite conclusion now," An Rusong said carefully after straightening his expression, "You also know those Americans, their tempers are hard to figure out, so this matter can only be tried and seen. I will try my best. If it really doesn't work out in the end, Zhongtai brother, please don't blame me."
"Don't worry, your brother Zhongtai is not that kind of person," Jin Zhongtai waved his hand and said, "If this matter was simple, I wouldn't bother you, Rusong, right? So, whether it can be done in the end or not, brother won't blame you, you can rest assured about this."
At this point, he seemed to have thought of something, laughed again, and changed his words: "No, it's not that I won't blame you, but no matter whether this thing can be done or not, I will be grateful to you."
"I, Jin Zhongtai, am a man of honor and gratitude, like a pine tree. You will understand this in the future," Jin Zhongtai said as he brought the wine glass to his lips. "Okay, I'll drink this glass of wine."
After saying this, he tilted his head back and drank the red wine in the glass.
Seeing how generous he was, An Rushong couldn't just stand there and watch. He could only pick up the wine glass and pour the half glass of wine he had just poured into his mouth.
"Okay, my brother Rushong is a straightforward person," Jin Zhongtai praised again, then waved his hand to signal Lin Yaen to pour the wine.
"Right," while Lin Yaen was pouring the wine, Jin Zhongtai felt in his pocket, took out two envelopes and handed them to An Rusong, saying, "I have already taken care of the military service for you and your brothers."
An Rushong took the envelope, but looked at the other person and listened to him continue speaking.
"Your military service problem is easy to solve," Jin Zhongtai pointed to the envelope in his hand and said, "In the envelope above is your military service report letter. In the next two days, you can take some time to go to the Military Service Office to report. I have already communicated with them, and when the time comes, they will naturally assign you to the First Guard Regiment of the Capital Guard Command."
An Rushong nodded, opened the envelope and took out the report letter inside.
He already had a report letter, and it was because of that report letter that he remembered that he still had to perform military service.
"I've already informed Renxun, he will take good care of you," Jin Zhongtai continued, "Of course, even without his care, you will not be subject to any restrictions, because during your military service, in addition to being a soldier of the First Guard Regiment of the Capital Guard Command, you are also a member of the detachment of the National Army Maintenance Command stationed in the Capital Guard Command."
"Oh?" An Rushong stuffed the report letter back into the envelope and looked at the other party with a puzzled expression.
"Our Aircraft Maintenance Command has special detachments in all the troops across the country," Lin Yaen spoke this time, smiling, "I mean the troops above the brigade level. The responsibilities of the detachments are similar to those of the military police, but their main responsibilities are still more inclined towards confidentiality and anti-espionage, and military discipline supervision is a secondary responsibility."
"Can you give me a cigarette?" She paused here, stretched out her hand towards An Rushong and said.
"Oh, sorry," An Rusong hurriedly handed over the cigarette at hand, "I didn't expect Miss Yan to smoke too. I was negligent."
As he said this, he picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette for the other person.
"Thank you," Lin Yaen thanked him and continued, "The Capital Guard Command is a key military presence. Because of this, its internal confidentiality and anti-espionage work are even more important. Therefore, in the Capital Guard Command, even in the regiment-level troops, there are detachments sent by the Aircraft Maintenance Command."
An Rushong nodded in understanding.
"Although the detachments in each unit nominally belong to the dispatched troops, the leadership and command of the detachments still belong to the Aircraft Maintenance Command," Lin Yaen continued, "For example, the detachment in the First Guard Regiment is directly under my charge."
As she said this, she winked at An Rushong.
After a brief moment of astonishment, An Rusong burst out laughing. He extended his hand to Lin Yaen again and said with a smile, "Then, I will have to ask Miss Yaen, or rather, Lieutenant Yaen, to take care of me from now on."
Lin Yaen's face was as bright as a flower. She shook hands with An Rusong generously, and then said angrily: "I've already told you that Brother Rusong can just call me by my name."
After a pause, she continued, "If it's convenient, Brother Rusong can leave me a phone number. We'll need to keep in touch later. Also, in the next two days, when you plan to go to the Military Service Office, you can contact me first. I'll go with you then, which can save you a lot of trouble."
"Then I'll leave it to Yan," An Rusong reached into his bosom, took out a business card holder from his inner pocket, took out a business card and handed it to the other party. "Haha, Rusong, don't be so polite, we are all family," Jin Zhongtai said from the side.
"As for the military service of my brothers," Lin Yaen coughed lightly and then said, "Uncle Zhongtai means that they should apply to join the Korean Army."
"Uncle Zhongtai?" After hearing Lin Yaen's address to Jin Zhongtai, An Rushong turned his head and looked at Jin Zhongtai in surprise.
The latter obviously understood what he meant and laughed, but did not give any explanation.
"I don't know if Uncle Zhongtai has explained this to Brother Rusong before," Lin Yaen said, "If you want to apply for the Korean Army, you need to take a special English test organized by the Military Service Administration. It mainly includes listening, speaking, and writing, and it is quite difficult."
"However, if Brother Rusong can coordinate with the US military in South Korea, then we just need to let the brothers go to the Military Service Office in Seoul to sign up for military service," Lin Yaen pointed to another envelope in An Rusong's hand and said, "The relevant procedures are in the envelope. When they come to Seoul, they can contact me and I will take them to the Military Service Office to go through the subsequent procedures."
An Rusong exhaled lightly, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try to get them to come over in the next few days. However, the most important thing is the Americans. I hope everything goes well."
"Don't worry, like I said before, this kind of thing is a piece of cake for people like Alvin or Leonard," Jin Zhongtai said with confidence.
In fact, An Rushong himself was very confident about this matter. After all, all he wanted was to have his brothers registered in the US military camp, and not in the US military's organizational system, but in the system of the attached Korean army.
Although the attached Korean troops are stationed in the U.S. military camps and enjoy much higher treatment than ordinary Korean troops, all expenses of these attached Korean troops, including salaries, food and lodging, welfare, etc., all financial expenditures are provided by the South Korean side.
Even if the expenses of the Korean Army were paid by the US Army, so what? The brothers were just there to register, and even if they received a salary and benefits, how much money could they get? It was hard to say about Alvin, but at least An Rusong didn't think Leonard would not give him such a face.
Jin Zhongtai and Lin Yaen came here today mainly for two things. Now that the two things have been discussed, the rest of the time will be spent eating, drinking and chatting.
Less than two hours later, when the two said goodbye and left, three empty wine bottles were already placed on the coffee table in the living room. To be honest, of these three bottles of red wine, An Rusong and Jin Zhongtai drank at most half a bottle each, and the remaining two bottles were basically finished by Lin Yaen alone.
In the courtyard of the villa, the sandstorm not only showed no sign of settling down, but seemed to be getting worse. From the main entrance of the villa to where the military jeep was parked, which was only a dozen steps away, the shadow of the vehicle body was already blurry.
An Rushong wanted to send the two out, but Jin Zhongtai stopped him. So he could only watch from the door as the two rushed into the dust and soon disappeared where the jeep was parked.
After a while, the jeep started slowly, accompanied by two "beep" sounds from the horn. The car moved forward for a while, turned a corner, and quickly disappeared in the thick dust.
Only when the dim taillights of the cars were no longer visible did An Rushong turn around and go back to the villa and the living room upstairs.
He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but after only staying at the door for two or three minutes, he felt his nostrils were filled with sand and dust, and even his breathing was a little difficult.
After going to the bathroom in the living room to wash his face to get rid of the wrinkles on his face, An Rushong was wondering whether he should take a shower and then take a nap - perhaps because of the alcohol he had drunk, he felt a little dizzy and sleepy.
Just as he came out of the bathroom, he heard a "ding dong" sound coming from the direction of the coffee table. It was the notification sound of his Apple phone receiving a text message.
While unbuttoning his clothes, An Rushong walked to the coffee table, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, played the text message and took a look.
The text message came from an unfamiliar number and said: "Brother Rusong, I am Yan, this is my mobile number, please remember it."
A smile appeared on An Rushong's lips. He was thinking about saving the number when he heard a "ding dong" and another text message came in.
He checked the content of the text message and saw the new message was: "216 East 512st Street, Building 2, 1320-."
(End of this chapter)