Fang Huai said this and walked up to Zhang Tianwang in the front row.
But after thinking about it, he stepped back two steps, raised his hand, and lifted Meng Qiang's cap, saying with a smile:
"Meng Qiang, you've only just transitioned to be a non-commissioned officer this period. Why are you keeping such long hair? Planning to grow a cadres' do? Our squadron has such good conditions, just call on me, and the hair-cutting service will come to your door. What, my skills aren't good enough for you?"
Meng Qiang immediately gave an embarrassed laugh: "Captain Fang, you're busy, sometimes I think of finding you, but you're not around, I forgot."
"Busy? I'm not around?" Fang Huai glared: "When you take leave and look for me to sign off, I'm on the fourth floor with the door closed and you can still find me. Why don't you think I'm busy then?"
"Hair, whether I'm here or not, must be cut regularly! Those who don't cut it, just give up on going out from now on!"
