Chapter 1272

The street was full of people, all from various enterprises and institutions, holding tools and sweeping snow.

Wang Wentian drove the car carefully, and it was already eight-thirty when they reached the train station.

He threw the RV directly into the train station parking lot, and then Zhou Andong and Seeing Jian Qiu, with Wang Wentian and four other bodyguards, entered the train station.

At this time, a quarrel came from the ticket gate not far away.

"Your ticket is not acceptable, it must be a full-price ticket."

"Comrade, this is my retirement certificate. My leg was blown off by a shell during the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. Just now when I bought the ticket, the comrade selling the ticket said that in my situation, I can buy a half-price ticket."

"I tell you, whoever sold you the ticket, go find them, but it won't work here. If you want to take the car, it must be a full-price ticket."

"How can you be like this, comrade? This old comrade is a retired soldier, and he is also disabled. The country has regulations that he can buy a half-price ticket. How come it doesn't work here?"

"How about it? Want to stand up for him? I tell you, he must buy a full-price ticket. It won't work no matter who comes today, even the station master."

Wang Wentian and the four bodyguards were all soldiers, and hearing the dispute in front, their faces turned iron blue.

Zhou Andong said coldly: "In the majestic capital, the heart of the motherland, how can such people exist? A ticket checker, infinitely magnifying his tiny power, acting like a tyrant in front of the common people, making things difficult in every way."

Seeing Jian Qiu's face didn't look very good either. After all, she grew up in a military compound since she was a child, and she had special feelings for soldiers.

"I'll go see." Seeing Jian Qiu stepped forward.

Zhou Andong sighed helplessly and followed quickly.

The ticket checker was not tall, but his figure was round, not two hundred catties, but one hundred and eighty for sure.

The uniform was tight on his body, because his belly was too big, and none of the buttons below were buttoned.

He didn't look very old, only thirty-something.

It's just that this guy had a square head and big ears, and didn't look like a good person.

"Comrade." Seeing Jian Qiu's face was like frost: "This old comrade is a retired soldier and was injured on the battlefield, becoming disabled. His purchase of a half-price ticket is a right granted to him by the country. What qualifications do you have to make things so difficult for him?"

Fuck!

The ticket checker stared with big eyes, looked up, and saw a woman who was unimaginably beautiful.

This guy's big eyes suddenly lit up, like two 200-watt light bulbs.

A lewd smile appeared on his face, wanting to say something, but then he saw six men walking over.

One stood beside the woman, and the other five stood behind the man and woman.

Looking at that height, that physique, although they were all wearing suits, they looked like bodyguards acting in Hong Kong videos.

The ticket checker's smile froze on his face. He was a bit guilty, but thinking that this was the station, his courage suddenly strengthened.

"What right granted by the country, which law said that, tell me."

This guy showed a lewd smile again, looking at Seeing Jian Qiu provocatively.

Seeing Jian Qiu said coldly: "Article 34 of the 'Regulations on Preferential Treatment for Military Personnel', 'National Defense Law of the People's Republic of China', 'Military Service Law of the People's Republic of China', and other relevant laws.

Active-duty military personnel with valid certificates, disabled military personnel with 'Disabled Military Personnel Certificate of the People's Republic of China' have priority in purchasing tickets for trains, ships, and long-distance buses operating within the territory, and disabled military personnel enjoy a 50% discount on normal fares."

"Yo!" This guy raised his eyebrows: "Really or fake, said such a big pile, thought I hadn't read books, easy to lie, right?"

Zhou Andong shook his arms, moved his wrists, and then swung them.

With a "slap," he slapped the ticket checker on the face, fanning the guy's hat away.

Several bloodstains appeared very clearly on the greasy fat face.

The scene, which was still a bit chaotic, suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Zhou Andong in disbelief.

"You dare to hit me?" The ticket checker roared, holding the U-shaped pliers used for checking tickets, and swung them at Zhou Andong's head.

"Slap!"

The ticket checker didn't know what was going on, and the other side of his face received another slap, even harder than the first.

It made him see stars, his fat body retreated two steps, and the U-shaped pliers in his hand also fell to the ground.

"You... you fuck..."

This guy covered his fat face, feeling his teeth loosening, and pointed at Zhou Andong, opening his mouth to curse.

But before he could finish cursing, he saw Zhou Andong swing his arm again.

Scared, this guy shouted "Mom," hurriedly dodging backward, but still didn't dodge it.

Another crisp "slap" sound, and the ticket checker was completely stunned.

Standing there swaying, his eyes staring straight ahead.

After a while, his straight eyes regained a trace of spirit.

"Good!" Suddenly someone shouted "Good": "Hit well."

Immediately after, I don't know who started clapping first, and in an instant, the applause sounded like a piece.

"What's going on?" A middle-aged man wearing a police uniform walked over.

"Director Zhao!" The ticket checker covered his face, pointed at Zhou Andong, and said angrily: "He hit me, look, look at how he hit me, handcuff him quickly."

The middle-aged policeman frowned, looked at Zhou Andong, and then was stunned.

"Zhou... Chairman Zhou!"

Zhou Andong smiled and said: "You know me?"

"Know, of course I know." The middle-aged policeman said somewhat excitedly: "My wife works at Qiudongfang."

Zhou Andong nodded, looked at the ticket checker who was already dumbfounded, and pointed to the old soldier who had somewhat gray hair and was leaning on a crutch.

"Do you know why our Chinese soldiers are called People's Liberation Army soldiers? After the war, a Korean scholar searched through the records of the Korean War, wanting to find the evil deeds of other countries' armies in Korea.

They found the evil done by the American army, but our Volunteer Army was clean and had no bad records. American soldiers meeting our soldiers would pay when buying things in Korea.

They were greatly shocked and didn't understand why they had guns in their hands, didn't grab things directly when they were short of things, and still had to pay. American devils didn't let go of a needle or thread from the masses, we didn't take a needle or thread from the masses.

They ate luncheon meat cans and were well-equipped, but they really lost to the Volunteer Army who held rifles, ate frozen potatoes and dry fried flour, and drank snow. Because the American devils didn't know why they were fighting, and for whom they were fighting.

And our soldiers knew very well, for the people. Because our fathers, brothers, and friends themselves formed the power of this army, because we harbored the same faith. Come from the broad masses of the people, go to the broad masses of the people.

How can there be any quiet years in this world, it is they who are carrying the burden for us, bearing the suffering. If they hadn't sacrificed their lives on the battlefield, shed blood and sweat, and driven the little devils away, could you fuck stand here and act like a tyrant?"