Regardless of whether they were surrendered or confiscated, these dog tags were all stamped invalid.
The next unified treatment method is to send it to the thermal power plant by a dedicated person and throw it into the furnace for uniform destruction!
In our line of work, there are two things that are most important.
One is the file, and the other is the dog tag!
After entering a certain unit, before the files are finalized, the first thing issued is the dog tag!
Archives, a lifetime companion.
Dog tag, stay with me until death!
"Secretary Zhang, I have a question. Is Fangzhou's demobilization completed and everyone's dog tags required to be turned in?"
"This is how it works in theory, but you, Assistant Child, are different. Although Fangzhou is gone, you will definitely take the dog tag to the next stop."
"This meeting is over today. I'm afraid even our Tianjia Army won't be able to keep you."
"If we meet again in the future, I'm afraid I will have to salute you."
I held the dog tag, pursed my lips, smiled and said indifferently, "I'm afraid I'll only use this thing today."
Zhang Jiangtao's face turned serious and he was about to speak. I had already hung up my dog tag, received my badge and strode away.
The Tianjia Army does not occupy a large area, only 50,000 square meters, which is not even a fraction of the headquarters.
The only cool thing about this place is that they are all bungalows. That is the original old courtyard building.
However, this courtyard is slightly larger in area.
To be precise, this courtyard should be called a mansion!
Prince's Mansion!
The Prince's Mansion is an immovable ancient building. Currently, China Cultural Museum does not have a grade classification for immovable buildings.
But as early as 1961, this Prince's Mansion had been a nationally protected cultural relic. Read the book
Her first owner was named...
He Shen.
After walking to Sanjin Hospital, we drank tea and smoked in the waiting room while we waited.
Within a few minutes, several people walked in, but they were not Mu Qing, Qing Lin Chao Xi, or who they were.
When he saw me in the corner, Mu Qingqing immediately showed the hatred in his eyes and said coldly: "I can't get used to the smell of smoke, let's go outside."
"It smells like smoke. Where's the smell of smoke?"
Behind Mu Qingqing, a handsome young boy with starry eyes, white teeth, red lips and pink face jumped out. He glanced at the audience and immediately snorted loudly and scolded: "Everyone, please put out my cigarettes."
"This is not a place where you guys smoke."
There were many people sitting in the waiting room, but they all didn't take it seriously after hearing what the young boy said.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the young boy looked a little embarrassed. He took off his sunglasses and said in a cold voice: "I say it again, gentlemen. Smoking is not allowed here. If you want to smoke, please go outside to the corridor."
"I won't say it a third time. Don't blame me for not explaining the rules clearly to you guys first."
It wasn't until these words came out that no one at the scene looked at the young boy seriously.
In the dusk, a middle-aged man stood up, smiled at the handsome young man, nodded and apologized, and winked at the others.
A few people got up and left knowingly, but two of them relied on their seniority and didn't take the young boy seriously at all.
The middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and bit his ear!
Suddenly, the faces of the two veterans changed. They immediately jumped up, waved enthusiastically at the young boy with a smile, and resolutely turned around and left the room.
In the south, there was a group of people who completely turned a blind eye to what was happening under their noses and continued to smoke, drink tea, chat, and fart.
The little boy blinked, his eyes were stern, he put his left hand in his pocket and his right hand was carrying a piece of purple gold bamboo with a root as thick as his thumb. Walking like the wind, he arrived in front of this group of people: "Hey, hey, let me tell you. Do you have hemorrhoids or pus on the soles of your feet?" Now. You can’t move your butt, can you?”
This group of people didn't seem to be of low quality. They were extremely angry at the young boy's vicious words and made accusations one after another. "If you want to smoke, go out and smoke. Don't pollute the air here."
"Hey, some kid's mouth has not been sewn shut. Don't say that the Tianjia Army can't control our smoking. Even if Mr. Wang comes, he won't dare to say anything about us."
"Mr. Wang can't even control you? Who are you?"
"We are from the Cultural Museum Headquarters, and we are here to inspect the Prince's Mansion."
"Child, please go out. Don't delay our work."
Snap!
The young boy picked up the purple bamboo and smashed it on the table, smashing the teacup, cigarette lighter and all over the floor.
"Stop trying to scare people with your work! Master, I won't accept this trick. Get out of here."
Teacups were flying around, tea was splashing around, and a few people with high standards jumped up instantly.
"Call your adults out."
"I'm sorry, my master has no time to care about you. What do you want? Come to me."
When the other party heard this, he became angry: "What do you mean if you wet my clothes?"
"I'm sorry. I told you twice in advance. You still have to smoke. If you don't listen, I will definitely destroy your stall.
The other person sneered: "Do you care about smoking and farting? This is the Tianjia Army. Do you think this is your own home?"
"I'll give you two choices, either apologize, or pay for my clothes."
The old-fashioned young boy sneered twice: "You are really right, this is really my home."
"As for compensation? I will compensate you, second uncle."
The half-century old man who was the most embarrassed by the tea wiped away the tea and said angrily: "What a big statement. The Tianjia Army is run by your family. Those who don't know would think you are Mr. Wang's son."
"Are you talking about Wang Xiaobai?"
"Tch. That boy is just like a sissy. A sissy."
Half a hundred old men pointed at the young boy and shouted: "What's your name? I'll go find your adults."
The young boy was unruly and arrogant, and said coldly: "I won't change my name if I'm going to do it, but I won't change my surname if I sit down. My surname is Xiahou, young master. I have two names, Gallop."
"This Prince's Mansion belongs to my grandfather."
"I live here. If you have any objections, just come to me."
All of a sudden, all the people in front of him fell silent.
Everyone looked at the little boy with strangeness, shock, and unspeakable fear.
"You, you, you are..."
"Little, little, little uncle..."
The half-hundred-year-old man shrank his head, his old face was full of strange things, his eyes kept blinking, his mouth was high, and he smiled tremblingly and flatteringly: "I, I am, I am the great disciple of Bai Yunjian, I, my name is, my name is ..."
"Who is your junior uncle? Who is Bai Yunjian?"
"I am Ma Jianli, from the lineage of Master Ma Jianli..."
"oh?"
The little boy yelled, tilted his head and glanced at the old man, and suddenly cursed.
