Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1719 You Must See Me for Tea

The sound of military boots hitting the ground grew two steps closer.

The man's gaze fell on Feng Liwei's wrist, which was still trembling slightly.

His tone was devoid of emotion, yet it made the air seem to freeze: "Feng Liwei, you just said 'what will happen if you take action'? Now, tell me yourself, what should happen?"

Feng Liwei's Adam's apple bobbed, cold sweat dripped down his chin onto the lapel of his uniform, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Although he didn't have much real power, he still held a position.

"This, I... I was confused for a moment, please forgive me..."

"Foolish??" The general interrupted him, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Anning, who was huddled to the side, his brows furrowing slightly. "We are a place that protects our country. Old Zhao was injured for the country. How could you, dressed in these clothes, say such things and deliberately make things difficult for him? Have you forgotten all the discipline you've received over the years? Do you think the discipline here is just for show?"

After he finished speaking, he turned to Jiang Cheng and asked, "What do you think should be the punishment?"

Jiang Cheng shrugged upon hearing this: "My demands are very simple, which is to ensure that these veterans receive the respect and living space they deserve. As for him, I don't understand the rules here, so you can decide for yourself."

Hearing this reply, the man breathed a sigh of relief.

He gave Jiang Cheng face, and Jiang Cheng clearly returned the favor.

After nodding, he looked up at the guards who had followed him.

The voice was firm and resolute: "Notify the disciplinary department to immediately verify Feng Liwei's recent work style, especially whether there have been any other instances of abuse of power. In addition, effective immediately, suspend him from his duties, send him back to his dormitory to reflect, and write a 5,000-word self-criticism, which he must submit to me in three days."

"Yes!" the guard replied, taking out his communication equipment to make contact.

Zhao Anning, standing to the side, did not react as quickly as Feng Liwei.

He only realized what was happening when the person asked for his opinion.

He stared at Jiang Cheng with wide eyes and a puzzled expression.

Why ask Jiang Cheng to handle this kind of problem?

As a retired soldier, how could he not know how serious their profession is?

Disciplinary action is something you can't joke about.

Zhao Anning didn't believe that person wouldn't know.

However, he asked Jiang Cheng instead.

Moreover, his expression clearly indicated he was serious, not just asking casually.

Moreover, Zhao Anning noticed that from the moment that person appeared, everyone present, including himself, was very serious and respectful.

However, Jiang Cheng's attitude remained unchanged, even somewhat casual.

How could he be so reserved as to meet a high-ranking official?

It sounded more like a casual conversation between acquaintances.

What made his throat tighten even more was that the other person not only didn't get angry, but instead smiled and replied, with a gentle look in his eyes that was not the kind of look one would give to an ordinary junior.

Now they're even asking for his opinion.

At first, Zhao Anning thought it was just youthful impetuosity.

Even when Jiang Chengguo slapped Feng Liwei just now, he really thought that Jiang Cheng's family ran a small business, and he was even afraid that he would implicate Jiang Cheng because of him.

But now it seems I was overthinking things.

Given that person's attitude towards Jiang Cheng, it's no wonder Jiang Cheng dared to challenge Feng Liwei and even take direct action.

It turns out he wasn't some "naive young man" at all; he was someone of considerable influence, even a general would have to give him some respect.

At this moment, Zhao Anning felt absolutely no sense of being deceived by Jiang Cheng.

She even felt that Jiang Cheng was a really kind young man.

It's no wonder that someone of his status would lie and say he's from an ordinary family just to put his mind at ease.

Feng Liwei was already terrified, his mind filled with the question of who this young man in front of him was.

It's incredible that someone who never takes sides could bring himself to impose such a severe punishment.

At first glance, being suspended from duty for investigation doesn't seem like a serious matter.

But this clearly cut off his path to promotion here.

However, the punishment had already been announced, and Feng Liwei knew that no matter how much he pleaded at this point, it would probably be useless.

Clutching her wrist, she was filled with remorse, but she didn't even have the courage to raise her head. She could only let the cold sweat soak the back of her clothes into a dark color.

He lowered his head and silently accepted the punishment, while secretly memorizing Jiang Cheng's face.

After dismissing Feng Liwei, the man looked at Zhao Anning and softened his tone considerably: "Sir, I'm sorry you were frightened just now. I will have someone inform you of the outcome of Feng Liwei's case. No one will dare to make things difficult for you here."

Zhao Anning was still in shock, her hands trembling as she gripped her apron.

After glancing at the man, he looked deeply at Jiang Cheng and said, "Thank you, General... and thank you Jiang... thank you Xiao Cheng."

"Old Zhao, I've told you so many times, there's no need to thank me."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, the general turned to Jiang Cheng and extended an invitation: "I just finished decorating a new tea room next door. Why don't you and Old Zhao come up with me for a while and have a cup of freshly brewed pre-Qingming tea?"

Seeing that Zhao Anning was visibly nervous, Jiang Cheng waved his hand and refused.

“I already made plans to have lunch with my friends, and if I delay any longer, they'll be getting impatient.” After saying that, Jiang Cheng added, “How about I contact you tomorrow? I can ask you for some tea advice then.”

Hearing this, he shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid I can't go tomorrow. I have to go back to my grandfather's hometown. The day after tomorrow is Qingming Festival, and I need to go to pay respects to my ancestors."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng feigned sudden realization.

As a traditional Chinese festival, Qingming Festival is a time when he returns to his hometown every year to commemorate the heroes of his hometown with a group of local dignitaries.

Of course, his grandfather is the most eye-catching.

Not only will they be accompanied by a group of bigwigs, but they will also be accompanied by photographers.

“Oh right, you go back every year, right?” Jiang Cheng suddenly realized, then showed an understanding look. “It is indeed an important matter. The ancestral worship cannot be delayed. Please give my regards to your grandfather.”

The other person laughed and said, "Okay, I'll talk to your grandfather. You haven't graduated yet, and you're back to pay your respects too?"

"Yeah, there's no way around it. Even though we're very busy, we still have to come back for holidays, right?"

"When I get back from my hometown, you absolutely must come find me for tea. We'll have a good chat then."

Jiang Cheng immediately agreed: "Definitely, I'll come find you as soon as you get back."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries and a few more words with Zhao Anning, the group said their goodbyes.

After they walked out the door, Chen Ping spoke up behind him, his tone apologetic: "Young Master Jiang, it's all my fault for what happened today. I didn't make proper arrangements beforehand, and you had to put up with Feng Liwei's attitude. I'm really sorry."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng stopped and turned to pat him on the shoulder, his tone relaxed and unconcerned: "Why bring this up? It's all trivial."

As the saying goes, "When beating a dog, consider its owner."

At first, Jiang Cheng ignored it simply to see how Chen Ping would respond.

If he is really being bullied, he can remain silent.

Seeing that Jiang Cheng wasn't angry, Chen Ping's face showed a hint of gratitude.

"Your Bugatti has arrived and is parked at the corner ahead."

Jiang Cheng nodded; "Let's go then, I won't be going back for lunch..."

"Okay, Mr. Jiang."