C85 Forward Forward Forward!

After his brother left, Jodi thought about it carefully for a few days and nights, but he couldn't figure out a clear clue.

Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, he could only comfort himself like this. Perhaps, it was really as the boss said. It was precisely because Qiao Zhong was very serious and responsible when it came to hygiene that he was able to raise his salary.

After the Crown Clubhouse reopened, due to Qiao Gui's tireless efforts and meticulous organization, it gradually recovered its former glory in the industry, and it was still flourishing.

Nowadays, people were very forgetful. Huang Chengzong was detained by the police because of the crowd gambling incident, and after discussing it for a few days, after the National Day ended, it quickly vanished like a cool breeze.

Unexpectedly, when many people, including Fan Wenbin and his son, were about to completely forget about this matter, they heard the latest news about Pang Chengchuan.

The Red Leaf Chain Hotel, together with Wang Jianwei's Weida Appliances, as well as a few other companies with strong funds, were going to hold an unprecedented martial arts competition in Daan County with the support of the county government and the Sports Bureau.

This news was more influential than the fact that Huang Chengzong had been arrested by the police. It was as if he had grown wings. In less than two to three days, it had spread throughout the entire county and attracted many people. While they were talking about it, they also carried an anxious feeling, eagerly anticipating the start of this fighting competition.

In just a few days, Pang Chengchuan saw that he had become the center of attention in the Great Safety County. He felt very proud and excited. He stood on the roof of the Red Leaf Hotel, facing the cool breeze and looking at the sunset on the west mountain peak. He could not help but feel a sense of pride rising in his heart.

In the middle of the 1980s, after returning from the army to his hometown, he rented a few empty houses in the county with a relocation fee and opened a guest house called "Red Leaf. " It had been almost 30 years.

Pang Chengchuan had tasted enough of the soreness, sweetness, and spiciness during his entrepreneurship. He had even tasted it many times. In the end, he could not tell what it was like.

Of course, after nearly thirty years of hard work, his efforts were not in vain. His career also became more and more glorious. In the end, he established the Red Leaf Chain Hotel Management Company and became the real boss.

In recent years, he also established branches in the four counties under the jurisdiction of Xijing City. Roughly estimated, his assets were over ten million. In Daan, a small western county town, he was already a rich man.

However, during this period of time, especially after leaving Huacheng Group, his mood had been very unhappy and a little depressed.

At the bottom of it all, the reason was unclear. He just felt that while he was suppressing himself, he was also very irritated. He wanted to scold people every now and then, scaring his employees until they were all frightened, afraid that they would get into trouble.

At this moment, the warm and leisurely afterglow of the setting sun scattered across the mountains and rivers. A cool breeze gently blew on everyone's faces, making them feel very cool and comfortable.

Standing on the roof, Pang Chengchuan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He suddenly felt that his heart had expanded a lot. The repressed, frustrated, and depressed feeling he had in the past had disappeared completely. He could not help but hum the military song of the Liberation Army in a low voice.

Forward! Forward! Forward!

Our team is heading towards the sun!

Stepping on the land of our motherland,

Carrying the hope of the people.

We are an undefeatable force.

We are the children of the farmers.

We speak of the weapons of the people.

Never feared.

Never yield.

Heroic battle.

Until. . .

The military song was integrated into one, the tone was firm, the rhythm was smooth, the momentum was strong, the passion was unrestrained, the performance was perfect. The spirit of revolution of the People's Army was unstoppable, and the determination and valiance of the fearless army created the heroic image of the People's Liberation Army that shouldered the heavy responsibility of history and fought bravely for the liberation of the China people.

Every time he sang the loud and clear military song, Pang Chengchuan felt his blood boiling, and his chest was filled with an irresistible heroic spirit.

This was a habit that had been formed in the army for many years. Even if he took off his military uniform today for nearly thirty years, it would not dissipate this inspiring heroic spirit.

The army was really a furnace. They eliminated the cowards and cowards who were afraid of death, and trained themselves to be resolute, brave, and fearless. In this life, being able to be a soldier once was indeed something that they could be proud of for the rest of their lives.

Looking at the big and round sunset on the top of the west mountain and humming the military song in a low voice, Pang Chengchuan could not help but recall. The troops' fiery and unforgettable life also couldn't help but think of the history of their enlistment.

Thirty years ago, Pang Chengchuan had just graduated from middle school and didn't get into high school. There were only two paths in front of him. He either went back to his poor hometown to work with his parents to farm or went out to do part-time jobs to earn money. At that time, there was no such word as "work. "

After three to five years, he would accumulate a sum of money and build a new house in a courtyard. Then, he would marry a wife and start a family. After that, he would give birth to children, just like his parents. He would have three acres of land, and his wife and children would heat up the bed. He would live a life of farmers facing the yellow soil and facing the sky for the rest of his life.

Just as he was in a dilemma and did not know which path he should take, no one expected that the opportunity would suddenly fall on the head of this village kid who was born and raised here.

It did not take long for him to graduate and return home. It was a night after autumn when the night sky had just covered the land. His uncle, who was the station chief of the village agricultural station, happily hummed Flower and walked into his house's courtyard.

Pang Chengchuan's grandfather, his second uncle's father, was the driver of the production team before he contracted the property. He waved his long whip all year round and drove a large horse carriage. He usually pulled dirt and sh * t, and when he was busy farming, he pulled wheat. When he met with weddings and weddings, he would pull a bride or send a dead person away. He was very busy.

When he was young, every time he followed his mother to his grandfather's house, Pang Chengchuan would make a fuss that he had to take a horse carriage. Then, he looked at his grandfather, who was waving his long whip and shouting about the donkey and horse running around. He felt that his grandfather was very cool and awe-inspiring, and he was also very envious.

Because of this, he also wrote an essay titled "I want to Be a Horse Carrier. " He was greatly praised by his teacher in front of all his classmates. He was even treated as a Fan Wen and pasted on the wall behind the classroom as a school garden. His classmates worshiped him and he himself was proud for a long time.

Later, when he was about ten years old, his grandfather's grandfather was around ten years old. He suddenly died in a cold winter afternoon. He heard from his mother that his grandfather was smashed into meat paste by the rocks rolling down the mountain in order to protect the donkey and horse production team. He died very miserably.

That year, the production team that his grandfather was in took advantage of the free time during winter to organize a "Winter War" to build a road out of the mountain.

Grandpa drove a large horse carriage and braved the biting cold wind. From the stone gorge dozens of miles away, he transported the stone stones that paved the road to the construction site all day long.

On Grandpa's very simple funeral, the production captain said this in front of his uncles with a worried expression on his face. "The best driver in our team has left. I really didn't expect it. "

After that, he clicked on a few pieces of yellow paper and looked at the ashes of the paper drifting in the cold wind. He let out a long sigh and narrated the entire process of Grandpa's death.

That day, when the last batch of stone was transported, the car was already filled. However, when his grandfather saw that a black stone was square and very suitable for paving the road, he used the crowbar to pry it out with all his might. Unexpectedly, the stone rolled down along the mountain's momentum and was about to hit Yuan Ma's body at the foot of the mountain.

At this critical moment, his grandfather, who was over sixty years old, suddenly had the courage to jump. He used his own flesh and blood to block the falling stone and protect Yuan Ma from being injured, while he was smashed into a bloody meat paste.

After his grandfather died, in order to take care of his family, when the production team hired workers in the county, they let his second uncle go to the Public Farming Station to work and earn some money to subsidize his family.

Thus, after his second uncle worked for nearly twenty years at the Agricultural Station, he finally became a person who ate the rice of the government and even became the village chief of the Farm Station.

On that very cool night thirty years ago in the hazy autumn night, when his second uncle walked into his home, Pang Chengchuan, this boy from the countryside, had a complete change in his fate.

His second uncle smoked a cigarette and told Pang Chengchuan and his parents with a smile that the recruitment had begun this year. If Pang Chengchuan was willing to join the army, he could tell the village's armed minister. Because they had been friends for decades, they would give him face.

Later, as his second uncle said, many young people in the village signed up to join the army. But in the end, only two of them got what they wanted. One of them was Pang Chengchuan, who had just graduated from junior high.

On the morning of the day he left his hometown in his green military uniform, the entire village had been mobilized. The school had even specially organized for students to beat gongs and drums to send them off. The scene was very lively and grand.

Facing the warm sunlight of the rising sun, Pang Chengchuan, who wore a large red flower on his chest, was so excited that he was crying. He knew very well that from this moment on, his fate had truly changed.