At this time, Xiaoying squeezed through the crowd and said, "Sambo, you are back!" Xiaoying was filled with joy. When she saw the scar on Sanbao's face that had just condensed and had blood scab, she immediately shouted in surprise.
Said: "Are you injured?"
"It's okay, he was scratched by a bullet, but I stabbed the little devil in the stomach, and I also seized this gun." Sanbao replied.
"Let me see if there are any other injuries." Xiaoying's concern was clearly revealed.
"No, don't worry." Sanbao comforted.
He turned to the factory director and Song Xinmin and said: "Factory director, political commissar, I have a new situation to report to you." At this time, Sanbao saw a trace of anger and jealousy suddenly showing on Song Xinmin's face.
The look on his face made him a little confused.
"Okay, you go to the infirmary to bandage it first, and then go to my office." Director Li asked: "Xiaoying, give him a good check-up."
"Yes!" Xiaoying responded, then pulled Sanbao away.
In the infirmary, Xiaoying carefully disinfected Sanbao's wounds. "Have you met my brother?" Xiaoying asked, and at the same time said unhappily: "You didn't tell me when you left."
"You're leaving in a hurry." Sanbao replied, "Your brother showed his face this time. They fought the hardest, but that's also my credit."
"What's so great?" Xiaoying said, but she liked it in her heart, but on the surface she didn't want Sanbao to always have the upper hand, so she said: "Sambo, I'm going to join the party."
"Really!?" Sanbao replied excitedly: "Actually, you are already qualified."
"Of course," Xiaoying said proudly: "If my brother hadn't said that I was still far behind and kept stopping me, I would have joined the party when I was in the army."
"That's right, your brother is just nosy. I don't think he's qualified. He always wants to plot against me." Sanbao took the opportunity to say sarcastically.
"What are you talking about!" Xiaoying shouted immediately.
"It's okay." Sanbao saw that Xiaoying was unwilling and immediately asked, "Have you submitted the application? How about I be your introducer."
"No need." Xiaoying replied forcefully: "The political commissar wants to develop me, and he will be my introducer."
"Bah!" Sanbao thought of Song Xinmin's expression. After all, he had experienced it. He guessed Song Xinmin's intention immediately. He immediately shouted: "If you want to join the party, you can go to the factory director, not that guy!"
"What's wrong?" Xiaoying had never seen Sanbao get so angry with her. She explained: "Political Commissar Song is a good person. He often talks to me, saying that I work hard and am politically clean, and he also helps me study."
"Bullshit!" Sanbao replied, but he couldn't explain clearly at the moment. He just said solemnly: "Xiaoying, you have to listen to me and avoid interacting with this person in the future. He has no good intentions towards you."
At this time, Xiaoying finally understood a little bit, but she didn't feel anything. It was not like she had never seen it before in the army, but seeing the severity of Sanbao's words, she still nodded and agreed.
"Okay, your brother has brought you something, and I will find it for you later." Sanbao said, "Now I have to report to the factory director."
"Yeah." Xiaoying nodded in agreement.
While Sanbao reminded Xiaoying to pay attention to Song Xinmin's intentions, in the factory director's office, Song Xinmin was also venting his dissatisfaction with Sanbao to Factory Director Li. In addition to seeing Sanbao, he felt that he was a bit undisciplined and arrogant.
I learned about his relationship with Xiaoying.
Sanbao's guess was right. As soon as Song Xinmin came to the arsenal, he became interested in Xiaoying. In the arsenal, everyone was a little disgusted by this boastful political commissar. Everyone was very busy and wished they had two hands to work with all day long.
, even when it was time to take a break, he wanted to fall down immediately and stay energetic to work tomorrow. However, Song Xinmin organized studies in the evening and did not arrange for factory work. He was just talking about the truth. Therefore, everyone rarely talked to him, and no one mentioned it.