"They don't let in cars without military plates either?" Zhao Yang asked.
"Of course not!" the person replied.
"So dedicated!" Zhao Yang sighed, thinking to himself that it wasn't unjust to be stopped at the entrance after all. Look at them, not even allowing entry without military plates.
"Alright, I know I have a hot temper, and I can't seem to change it, but nice to meet you, my name is Xia Feng, Feng as in sharp!" As he spoke, the man reached out his hand, and Zhao Yang immediately extended his, shaking it.
Right then, he could feel the other man's palm was full of calluses, a clear indication that this was a military man.
After the handshake, Xia Feng offered Zhao Yang a cigarette, but Zhao Yang waved it off, then Xia Feng proceeded to light one up for himself.
"Sigh, once we're inside smoking won't be allowed. Better get one in now before the cravings hit," Xia Feng said.
