By the time Wang Zhong returned to the Corps Command, night had fully fallen.
The holes in the warehouse's exterior had been patched with canvas, and all the windows were blocked with cloth, the massive warehouse quietly nestled in the darkness, with only occasional light leaking from the ajar side door.
Wang Zhong walked through the main entrance and reached up to remove his cap, only to touch his bare forehead, recalling then that he had given his hat to a child as a family heirloom.
Since his hand was already raised, he felt a bit awkward not doing anything, so he patted his forehead and said, "That's right, I need a new hat. Hey you, go to the quartermaster's department and get me a new hat!"
Nelly: "I don't go by 'hey you'."
"Mum, I want a new hat!"
"I'm not your mum either." Nelly said seriously, "A new hat, right, got it."
With that, she stuffed the cola she was holding into Wang Zhong's hand and ran off with her skirt hoisted up.
