Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 1319 - 638:

"For Ah Cheng and Donghe’s successful completion of the spring recruitment exam, cheers! Our Special Search Team has two more fierce generals!"

"Cheers!"

The clinking of glasses echoed crisply as they touched.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, the atmosphere at the table grew increasingly lively.

Ma Jianguo picked up a morsel of bass, chewed it carefully, and then turned to look at Shi Chengyi:

"Old Shi, this time, I deeply appreciate your favor. My not-so-talented son managed to get into the Special Search Team; he’ll need you to keep him in line going forward."

"Old Ma, you’re being too formal."

Shi Chengyi put down his chopsticks, waving his hand:

"I’ve seen Donghe’s physical performance; it’s honestly hard-won on his own. Even though he got a bit injured, that tenacity to fight hard fits our Action Department’s criteria perfectly. As for Ah Cheng..."

He paused, looking at Fang Cheng who was pouring tea for everyone, with undisguised appreciation in his voice:

"First in the written test, flawless interview performance. Several old friends of mine in the team looked at his papers and recordings and were thoroughly impressed. This kid joining our Special Search Team is like finding a treasure."

Li Zhenhua, hearing this, couldn’t help but grin:

"Come on, come on, you’re all praising him too much; it’ll make the kids cocky."

Dong Yunchuan chimed in:

"Ah Cheng, this child, not only has remarkable martial arts talent but also is calm and collected. Joining the Special Search Team, having a law enforcement identity, is quite meaningful, and equates to being in the legal profession."

Saying this, he turned his head to Shi Chengyi:

"Old Shi, you must protect him for me, don’t let those messy factional struggles disturb him."

"Rest assured."

Shi Chengyi’s face grew slightly serious as he said solemnly:

"The medical department is relatively independent, and Ah Cheng’s role is as a specially appointed expert, there’s no need for him to wade into those muddy waters."

Hearing the elders talk about himself, Ma Donghe stuffed a braised lion’s head into his mouth, mumbling:

"Director Shi, Professor Dong, you’re worrying too much. I’m a few years older than Ah Cheng and have more social experience than him. In the Special Search Team, with me—Old Ma—watching his back, I guarantee no one will dare mess with him."

Speaking this, Ma Donghe elbowed Fang Cheng, winked:

"Ah Cheng, don’t you agree?"

Fang Cheng peeled a shrimp, put the peeled shrimp meat into his mother’s bowl, then looked up and responded nonchalantly:

"I’ll thank you in advance, Brother Ma, but maybe focus first on getting the cast off your leg."

The table immediately burst into good-natured laughter.

Li Dingjian timely raised his glass, loudly suggesting:

"Come, come, we’ve been busy chatting, and the dishes are getting cold. Let’s toast again for Ah Cheng and Donghe’s bright future! Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The meal ended with everyone greatly satisfied.

Li Zhenhua, thanks to the little alcohol, looked rosy-faced and in unusually high spirits.

As the dinner neared its end, Li Zhenhua put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and proposed:

"Old Shi, Old Ma, Professor Dong, it’s rare to have everyone here. I have a fantastic set of jade mahjong tiles at my place, how about we play a few rounds and digest the food?"

"Sounds great."

Shi Chengyi readily agreed: "I’ve heard about your outstanding mahjong skills for a long time; today I’ll finally get to witness it."

Ma Jianguo and Dong Yunchuan also nodded, smiling their agreement.

Clearly, these elderly gentlemen were quite skillful and were already itching to play.

Li Biyun and Li Dingjian promptly stood up, swiftly ushering the four elders into the east wing’s lounge.

There, an automatic mahjong table was already set up, and the air conditioning was tuned to a comfortable setting.

Soon, the sounds of shuffling tiles and the occasional banter emanated from the room.

In the living room, Fang Cheng, Wei Zheng, and Ma Donghe remained.

Fang Cheng took a cloth, briefly wiped the table, then led the two over to a corner sofa in the living room to sit down.

Wei Zheng’s expression shifted slightly, as though he had something he wished to speak to Fang Cheng about privately.