134: A strange old man! A sidekick?

Fatty Wang Fan was very angry.

Firstly, the Old Man was wearing a military training uniform, and his rank was just that of an ordinary soldier!

Secondly, he seriously suspected that the Old Man had snuck in to watch the excitement!

Unlawfully trespassing and daring to peek... Fatty Wang Fan didn't care about anything and shouted, "Big Brother Zheng! Regiment Commander Hu!"

"Come quickly! There's an old pervert here!"

"He snuck in! He's being sneaky! He's an old deviant!"

The next second... Zheng Jianfeng, who was busy in the backstage compartment giving security instructions, was the first to rush in.

He asked, "Fatty, stop yelling. This is..."

Mid-sentence, he suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on the Old Man Fatty Wang Fan was pointing at.

His pupils constricted, then dilated, constricted, then dilated again... Buzz... Zheng Jianfeng froze in place, dumbfounded: The old pervert, the old deviant that Fatty had just called out... was their Southern Theater Command's General Commander! He Zhendong!

Rumble... Before Zheng Jianfeng could speak, Regiment Commander Hu, who arrived late, came in.

His voice arrived before he did: "The commendation ceremony is an important venue! No entry without a special invitation!"

"Old Zheng, take someone and escort him out..."

Creak!

The not-so-soundproof iron door opened again.

Regiment Commander Hu rushed in, his face full of impatience and indignation... At this moment, there were only four people in the backstage area near the stage... Regiment Commander Hu glanced at the old pervert Fatty Wang Fan was pointing at... Hiss... Regiment Commander Hu gasped, his legs went weak... "Com... Old He!?"

Regiment Commander Hu exclaimed, quickly correcting himself.

The Old Man smiled, casually waving his hand at Zheng Jianfeng and the other: "It's nothing, nothing, don't be nervous."

Seeing this, Fatty Wang Fan frowned slightly: "So you know each other? What does the Old Man do?"

Zheng Jianfeng: ... Regiment Commander Hu: ... At this moment, they wished they could each give Fatty a big slap.

Damn it... All the earnest instructions they gave earlier, did he swallow them all?

What about showing respect for elders, what about politeness?

Calling him an old pervert, an old deviant... It almost made them offend the Commander!

Zheng Jianfeng fiercely grabbed Fatty Wang Fan's arm and said, "Dead Fatty... watch your mouth."

"Did you forget what I taught you about respecting elders?"

"Come... let me introduce you, this... Old Comrade..."

"He's the Old... Comrade I mentioned to you before, from the logistics department of our Steel Regiment Military District, who feeds pigs!"

Wang Fan ignored the pain.

He blinked his big, confused eyes: "Big Brother Zheng, you mean, he's the Old Comrade who's going to follow us to pick up junk!?

Zheng Jianfeng nodded, his gaze incredibly firm!

He let go, breaking free.

Fatty Wang Fan turned left and right, looking up and down, scrutinizing the Old Comrade in front of him.

— [The Old Comrade looks kind and benevolent, very amiable!]

— [Hmm... his face is amiable, but, I wonder if you noticed the Old Comrade's eyes...]

— [Very sharp! Very piercing! It feels like an indestructible sharp blade!]

— [The Old Comrade smiles very amiably, but if he doesn't smile... he gives off a very authoritative feeling!]

— [Holy crap, as expected of someone from the Military Region, even someone from the logistics department who feeds pigs has such a powerful aura!?]

— [Old Comrade, Old Man, he must be very good at feeding pigs, right?]

Tens of millions of fans and netizens in the livestream room were shocked by He Zhendong's aura.

Fatty Wang Fan was no exception.

He scratched his head, confused: "Big Brother Zheng, Regiment Commander Hu, are you sure this Old Man is from your Steel Regiment's logistics department and feeds pigs?"

"This aura... this temperament... no matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem like it?"

The Old Man wasn't too tall, about 1.7 meters, with an average build.

Due to his age, his back was slightly bent... But, looking directly at him, he always gave off a very majestic feeling... If one had to describe it, he was like Mount Tai, with a calm composure in the face of raging waves... Hearing this, Zheng Jianfeng pouted and slapped Fatty Wang Fan on the back of the head: "Dead Fatty, where did all that nonsense come from!?"

"From now on, Old Comrade He will be one of you, your comrade..."

"You must help each other, love each other, and most importantly, respect your elders! Understand!?"

He got hit again.

Fatty Wang Fan was fuming inside, but nodded helplessly: "Alright, alright, I get it!"

"If I had known he was our teammate, I wouldn't have been so boisterous!"

"I still wanted to record a highlight for My Brother!"

"Alright... Big Brother Zheng, Regiment Commander Hu, you two go do what you need to do, it's our work time now!"

Zheng Jianfeng and Regiment Commander Hu exchanged glances and slowly walked to the doorway.

Because they were worried, they stopped and stayed, planning to watch a little longer... Just like that.

When Fatty Wang Fan returned to his best shooting position to film.

Old Comrade He Zhendong chuckled, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and offered one to Fatty Wang Fan... He smiled: "Young Brother, I'm really sorry about just now, I apologize to you."

Fatty Wang Fan glanced at him, "Hmm... your attitude in admitting fault is not bad..."

"I'll reluctantly forgive you then!"

"Let's talk about our team rules."

"Remember... Brother Su is the Eldest Brother, I'm the Second Brother, Chang Wei is the Third Brother, and you're the Fourth Brother..."

Taking the cigarette.

Wang Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly, teasing: "Fourth Brother, you... at your age, why do you smoke Liqun?"

"This cigarette is strong... it's not suitable for you old people to smoke..."

"Also, I heard that you soldiers have pretty good benefits, don't you?"

"Could it be... Fourth Brother, are you henpecked? Low status in the family?"

Hearing this, He Zhendong grinned.

He was increasingly looking forward to the upcoming junk-picking journey with Su Yun and his group.

Youth is great... full of vitality, no need for so many taboos... He Zhendong really liked the feeling of Wang Fan speaking so freely to him.

He smiled: "Liqun isn't bad, it's strong and cheap..."

"I... usually command..."

Fatty Wang Fan's head went blank, he frowned: "Command!?"

He Zhendong quickly explained: "Oh right! I feed pigs! I command those fat pigs in the pigsty..."

"Smoking Liqun keeps me awake! Gives me energy!"

Wang Fan glanced at him, not understanding, and silently labeled He Zhendong with the words "eccentric."

Stepping back a few paces, he took the camera off his shoulder.

"Come on, Fourth Brother! Since you're so energetic... help me carry it for a bit..."

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette!"

"Alright..."

He Zhendong immediately got into character, very cooperatively hoisting the camera onto his shoulder.

Behind them, at the doorway.

Zheng Jianfeng and Regiment Commander Hu both tried to suppress the urge to beat up Fatty.

They exchanged glances, both bewildered by the scene unfolding before them.

In their minds, the question marks grew bigger and bigger... Regiment Commander Hu said bitterly: If only I had known, I wouldn't have said the Commander was from the logistics department and fed pigs... Even if he planted vegetables, or was from the mess hall, it would have been fine... Look, the Commander accidentally let something slip... Now we have to try to smooth things over... This misunderstanding... it's really not just a small one!