Xu Zhenguo and Lin Qiong's father accompanied Little Yifei as they fished and struck up a conversation.
Lin Qiong's father caught a small fish and put it into an off-duty bottle for Little Yifei, "Old Xu," he said, "we've served as soldiers for so many years and we really didn't know special forces had such good treatment. If I had known it was like this, I would've continued serving."
Xu Zhenguo laughed heartily, "Forget it. Even if we had continued, what could we have done? At best, we might have become regimental leaders or something. Without connections or backing, it's impossible for us to have climbed any higher."
Lin Qiong's father nodded and said, "That's true. Even if we could have made it further, we couldn't compare to Yifei. There are so many generals and division commanders in the military region, but none of them have treatment like that."
Xu Zhenguo scooped up water forcefully, but his hands came up empty, and he chuckled at Little Yifei, "Oops, it got away."