When Zhong Qirui tossed up his last few hairs and returned to Indayatuba, which he had never forgotten, everything seemed to have changed, and yet nothing seemed to have changed. The green sign at the gate is still so bright, and two more entry and exit passages and railings have been added to the gate. The old generals have been almost looted, leaving only a few old employees and the unfamiliar faces of the huge ground troops.
The transfer order from the headquarters was issued suddenly. It seemed that there was no intention to discuss it with him, and he was asked to leave immediately. This was a big shock to him who had lived a stable life in Oman for a year. He had insomnia and tossed and turned. In the past two years, Brazil's deputy national managers have been replaced again and again. It seems that no one can last for half a year. What will happen if he leaves? He was thinking about how to accept the mess left by Chen Wenjing. He lit a cigarette, and after hesitating for a long time, he dialed Mr. Tan's phone number...
Intention: Any similarity is purely coincidental.