Fang Huai had worn the regulation inspector's cap only once this morning.
Wearing that thing made everyone feel uneasy, and too much policing also invites resentment.
Regulation inspectors from each unit are indeed discharged a few days earlier than others, and this is not without reason.
The old soldiers are not ignorant of politics. The incident this morning was whispered about by everyone. Although it didn't go as far as to restrain them, in the afternoon assembly, everyone who appeared in the corridor was no longer dressing while walking or even adjusting their belts.
The concentration training team assembled half an hour early, at two o'clock sharp.
Fang Huai followed the assembling troops, planning to take a look at everyone's Internal Affairs one by one.
But as he reached Training Squad Two, he encountered Wen Jingsong, who was the last to come out.
Fang Huai hadn't planned to bother with him, but when Wen Jingsong saw Fang Huai glance inside, he slammed the door shut.
