Just after lunch that day, Liao Mingyu was holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the scene across the river and thinking about life.
"Everyone, the God of Wealth is here!"
Just when he was slightly lost in thought, Meng Fanle's loud shouts came from behind him.
The "God of Wealth" is also the transportation officer Zhao Gongming. Because every time he comes, he will deliver a lot of good things, all of which are the materials most needed by the soldiers of the Sichuan Army.
Moreover, this fat transportation officer always has a smile on his face, and looking at him feels like something happy is happening. Over time, everyone gave him the nickname "God of Wealth".
"Finally here!" Liao Mingyu's eyes lit up, he threw away the cigarette butt in an instant and strode to the side of the jeep.
"Kang Ya? Kang Ya! Where did this guy die?"
Liao Mingyu looked around for a week, but he didn't find this guy. He didn't know where he was going to show off again.
"What... Tuanzuo, if you don't drive it yourself, I really don't dare to sit in my grandson's car anymore." Meng Fan said to him in a dilemma.
Liao Mingyu was speechless, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was too busy looking for him, so he had to sit in the driver's seat and waved Meng Fanxie into the car.
He stepped on the clutch, turned on the ignition, and put the car into gear...all in one go, and the jeep drove forward like lightning under his swaggering maneuvers.
Liao Mingyu's driving skills were not comparable to Kang Ya's. Although he was very fast along the way, he remained very stable. Meng Fanglia couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of the breeze blowing on his face.
"Tuanzu, I wish I could drive like you anytime."
"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."
Liao Mingyu said without looking back. His thoughts were all on Zhao Gongming now, because this time, he had exchanged a lot of good things.
"That's a good relationship. Oh, by the way, there are two Americans coming with the God of Wealth this time. They also said they want to give you some kind of medal." Meng Fantie smoothed his hair that was messed up by the wind. Hair, said to Liao Mingyu.
"Really? Are they from Jamie's army?"
Some time ago, Liao Mingyu asked the dispatcher to contact the military headquarters to help contact the Allied forces to verify Jamie's identity. Now it seems that someone from there should be sent to pick him up. He has never forgotten what he promised Jamie.
Liao Mingyu drove very fast, and it took them 10 minutes to reach the station at the east entrance of the town. At this moment, Zhao Gongming and his seven or eight trucks were parked on the roadside as usual, waiting for Liao Mingyu.
"Haha, Brother Liao, oh, and Brother Meng, long time no see."
Zhao Gongming saw the iconic jeep from a distance, shook off the fat on his body and hurriedly walked up to say hello to Liao Mingyu and the others.
"Hey, God of Wealth, I'm so happy just looking at your rich face. What's the matter, what good stuff do you have today?"
Meng Fan got out of the car and joked with him familiarly.
"Haha, Brother Zhao is still so punctual. What's wrong? Brother Zhao is feeling a little unwell?"
Liao Mingyu also came over. He took out a Marlboro and handed it to Zhao Gongming. He looked at him panting and asked in confusion.
Zhao Gongming took the cigarette politely, wiped the sweat on his face, waved his hands and said to Liao Mingyu awkwardly:
"The weather in western Yunnan is really weird. It was raining in the morning, and now the sun is shining in the sky. If I don't have these four wheels to carry my two hundred pounds, I really can't walk."
As a true northerner, he can talk about everything, but he is afraid of the heat. Western Yunnan, which is close to the tropics, is really not the place he should stay.
"Oops, I almost forgot about business. Let me introduce to you. These two are Major Wesker and Lieutenant Kevin from the American Allied Forces."
He led Liao Mingyu to the side of the motorcade, pointed at the two blond foreigners and said.
The two Americans also noticed Liao Mingyu. The leader immediately got out of the jeep, extended his right hand in a friendly manner, and greeted Liao Mingyu in half-baked Chinese.
"Commander...Ni is good, this is...the Air Force Task Force in China...Major Wesker Hardy. It's fun to meet...Ni."
"Hello, Major Wesker. I am Liao Mingyu, the leader of the Sichuan Army. You are here to pick up Jamie."
Liao Mingyu shook hands with him politely, listened helplessly to his awkward Chinese language, thought about it and decided to communicate with him in English.
"Oh my god, I'm surprised at your standard English pronunciation."
Unexpectedly, the commander actually spoke English, so things became much easier now. He quickly preached:
"Yes, my dear commander, thank you for saving Jamie. Our task force has heard about what you did, and General Chennault also expressed high appreciation for you."
"Haha, you are the one in our flying team."
Wesker gave Liao Mingyu a thumbs up. Not convinced, this Chinese officer used a machine gun to kill a Japanese fighter plane on the transport plane, and also maneuvered the damaged transport plane to make a successful emergency landing and save the life of a pilot.
"Thank you for your praise. Just wait a moment. I'll send someone to pick up Jamie." Liao Mingyu said politely and quickly sent someone to find Jamie.
During this time, Jamie has been staying at the Sichuan Army compound in the town. He had nothing to do, and one night he saw Liao Mingyu giving a lecture to the child soldiers. He immediately became interested and insisted on being a guest teacher.
Although the child soldiers could not understand what he said, this naturally carefree American won the love of the child soldiers with his unique charm. He was like a child king, having a great time hanging out with those little gangsters every day.
"Hey! Wesker! Kevin!"
After a while, Jamie arrived here. It was obvious that Wesker and Kevin knew him. The three happily hugged each other and talked about how difficult it was to survive the disaster.
After they finished, Jamie solemnly walked up to Liao Mingyu and gave him a big hug.
"Liao, my dear friend! Thank you for taking care of me during this time."
After patting his shoulder, Liao Mingyu said with a hint of melancholy: "Don't be polite to me. Aren't you and I friends? Haha."
Jamie took a medal from Wesker and solemnly put it on for Liao Mingyu.
"This is the Medal of Valor awarded to you by General Chennault. Thank you for your heroic efforts. I have to go. When I go to the Flying Tigers, I think we will definitely meet again!"
"Okay! I hope to see you again!"
Jamie said goodbye to him with a solemn military salute. Then without hesitation, he turned around and boarded the jeep. Wesker also nodded to him and greeted the group of people to drive off.
Watching the jeep slowly drifting away, Liao Mingyu sighed slowly and then withdrew his gaze. I wonder what the future life of this American whose destiny he changed will be like.
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