Zhao Li then remembered what he was going to do, so he quickly saluted again, and then said his request.

"This is a matter!" The old warden dragged his voice and slowly spit out smoke rings: "It's very simple, something that can be solved with just one phone call."

From the old warden's attitude towards the lieutenant general just now, it can be seen that this was not a difficult task for him. Zhao Li felt happy.

"If I remember correctly, this should be our second meeting, right?" The old warden did not respond to whether Zhao Li could help or not, but instead asked Zhao Li a question.

"Yes, sir!" This is a fact. It is not that the old warden's memory has deteriorated. Zhao Li stood straight and answered very quickly.

"It seems that you have hidden a lot of things from me for the first time. If I hadn't been smart, I might have been hiding it by you. Is that right?" The chair under the old warden's body began to creak and squeak, which was him enjoying the slight shaking.

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Li didn't know what the old warden meant, so he could only answer again.

"We are only meeting for the second time. You are still my subordinate. There are neither gifts nor flatteries. Our friendship is not so good that I can help you!" It was still a slow voice, but Zhao Li already felt something was wrong.

"And, I have no obligation to help a subordinate who deliberately conceals the facts from me!" The old man didn't even look at Zhao Li: "You may still be young, and you don't know what it means to conceal the facts from your superiors in the army. My elders don't hold you responsible for concealing the facts." He shook his chair gently, and the old warden still enjoyed his current posture.

"But, since that's the case, why should I help you?" The old warden looked at the ceiling, and the cigar in his hand reached into his mouth, took a hard sip, slowly spit out a smoke ring towards the ceiling, and then sprayed it out in one mouthful. The smoke formed a long one through the smoke ring: "Give me a reason to help you? Or, what are the benefits of helping you?" Zhao Li was poured with cold water on the spot.

Helping people requires benefits? Zhao Li was immediately stunned and then remembered that this was no longer in school, nor was he facing his best friend Johnny, and no one would help him unconditionally. He was already in the army and had heard of it before that in the army, sometimes even worse than in society. Unexpectedly, his first request was answered like this.

"I..." Zhao Li thought about it and found that he had nothing to impress the old warden. Money? His comfortable lunch was at least enough for Zhao Li's family to earn ten years without eating or drinking. Power? Even a lieutenant general had to salute him when he saw him, but he was just a small sergeant, and it seemed that he was not a little bad.

"I can do things for you!" I really didn't know how to answer, Zhao Li suddenly remembered that there were still serious factional struggles in the army. At least he knew that the old warden must be the same as those in the Genius School. Maybe this could help.

"You?" The old warden stopped vomiting smoke rings, turned to look at Zhao Li, looked up and down carefully, and suddenly asked him a question: "Your military rank?"

"Sergeant, sir!" Zhao Li was puzzled. He didn't know what the old warden asked this question knowingly, but he still answered it very readily.

"Very good, how powerful do you have?" Zhao Li retreated a little after asking this. He was a recruit who had just come out of the recruit training center. His family was average, so there was no force at all.

"So, maybe you are a martial arts master?" The old warden continued to ask. Zhao Li had not answered the sentence just now, and this sentence made Zhao Li even more ashamed.

Although Zhao Li has been awesome among the new recruits, his proud martial arts are nothing in the eyes of the old warden. As long as he uses a finger, he can crush himself as easily as an ant.

Seeing Zhao Li shook his head again, the old warden withdrew his eyes and stared at the ceiling: "Help me do things, you have no power, and no strength, what can you do to help me do things? You can't even do such a small thing yourself, and you can still talk about helping me do things?"

Although this is hurtful, it is a true truth. Even if you can't do anything about your own trivial matter, you can't talk about helping the old warden. The old warden said this, obviously because he had already cut off his determination to let Zhao Li continue.

Zhao Li has been growing up in school since he was a child and has never been exposed to these intrigues in society, let alone seeing this principle of not being able to get up early without profit. He was stunned immediately, as if even coming to the warden himself was an idiotic move.

The old warden said it well. He had just met him, nodded and concealed his superiors. This means that the old warden had not pursued him in large quantities, otherwise he would not even be qualified to serve here. Why do you need others to help him do things?

For a long time, from the moment he discovered the secret of his speed of cultivation, Zhao Li has always held a low-key attitude of being a human being and living a mediocre life. As long as he can keep the secrets he kept, even if he is an ordinary small quarrel, Zhao Li can tolerate it. To outsiders, Zhao Li is like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

But he did not have the resilience of the old man. Not only did he express his emotions, but he could not completely suppress his anger. If others were too anxious, they would fight back. However, this situation happened less.

I thought that as long as I kept going like this, I could retire safely, then go to the university safely, get into the school I hope, choose the best major, graduate, and maybe I would meet the half of my destiny, and then spend my life happily.

Unexpectedly, it was just a simple little thing, but it encountered the biggest obstacle that Zhao Li thought was. Not only did he have no use in the eyes of others, he was at best a clown who relieved his boredom and entertainment. He also completely turned into a useless waste in his eyes.

"However, today I am happy, so I decided to help you unconditionally!" The old warden's words reached Zhao Li's ears like the sound of nature: "But don't get me wrong, it's just a good mood and just a charity!"

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At the beginning of this chapter, the protagonist's ideas will change significantly, thank you everyone!
Chapter completed!