The Rescue Association office of Shen Feihu was on the third floor. Xu Qigang, tall and with long legs, quickly left Zhou Hong behind and arrived at the office.
"War Wolf Rescue Team Leader Xu Qigang reporting," Xu Qigang's voice was deep, hoarse, and extremely penetrating.
Inside the office, two middle-aged men were playing chess. Upon hearing the voice, the burly man flipped the chessboard excitedly and said, "The kid is here."
"I say, Old Shen, you need to change this habit of using excuses to replay moves," the man with glasses looked at the messy chessboard with dissatisfaction, "you were about to lose."
"Who said I was about to lose? I was clearly about to win," Shen Feihu widened his bull-like eyes, looking fierce.
"Aren't you being a rogue?"
"It's not your first day knowing me."
There were few as domineering and unreasonable as him; Liang Ximing was exasperated and helpless.
"Come in!"
The office door was pushed open by the secretary, and Xu Qigang walked in with a straight posture, first greeting the two leaders.
"You finally came, kid. How many times have I asked people to contact you? If I hadn't called you personally this time, would you still not have planned to come?" Shen Feihu saw his favorite subordinate and smiled kindly.
"President, the training was really too busy to leave," Xu Qigang, facing his old leader, showed a flash of helplessness in his stern eyes.
Liang Ximing laughed gloatingly on the side. The last time Xu Qigang was called by Old Shen was to introduce him to a dating prospect, which directly caused Xu Qigang not to come to the city for three months, with Zhou Hong attending every meeting in his place.
Speak of the devil, Zhou Hong, who had slowed his steps, quickly entered.
"Hello, President!"
"Alright, you stay where it's cool," Shen Feihu waved dismissively.
He was old friends with Zhou Hong's father, having watched him grow up and treating him like his own son.
Zhou Hong showed a dejected face, feeling deeply hurt.
Clearly a brave and ambitious good young man, why wasn't he appreciated?
Liang Ximing patted his shoulder earnestly, "Kid, think about Jian Guo, doesn't that make you feel better?"
Zhou Hong's eyes lit up, immediately feeling better. Right, Shen Jianguo was the leader's own son, yet Xu Qigang made him look like he was picked up from the street. His treatment was already decent.
Shen Feihu took a kraft paper bag from the drawer. After opening it, there was a thick stack of special stationery inside.
Though the handwriting on the stationery wasn't especially neat, it was forceful and powerful.
Xu Qigang immediately noticed it was his application letter.
"I read your application letter, and the command headquarters had a meeting to discuss it. But I want to hear you explain your thoughts and concepts specifically. If feasible, I'll approve it."
Xu Qigang straightened his back, his standing posture unchanged since he entered. He unemotionally said, "These are mainly based on my summarization of experiences and lessons. I found that our rescue capabilities are significantly inferior to those of Country M. Every time we encounter a breakthrough or special mission, we are at a disadvantage."
"Continue," everyone in the office was attentive, even the guard who had just opened the door pricked up his ears to listen.