If it's a coincidence, then there are way too many coincidences in this world. He could surely name ten thousand kinds. Just when Zhang Xiaobo was planning to continue imagining it, his thoughts were interrupted by the voice from the other side of the communicator, notifying him to report to the local relevant office as soon as possible, where someone would meet him.
The chubby guy felt a bit dizzy hearing this. Life was going well, so why suddenly did he have to report? Could it be fulfilling his dream from last night?
With all kinds of thoughts in mind, Zhang Xiaobo soon arrived at the designated location. The person meeting him was a military officer in his thirties, who evidently recognized Zhang Xiaobo. He handed over a cigarette, saying, "Comrade Zhang Xiaobo, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
"I've quit smoking, and I wonder who you are...?"
"A staff member dispatched by the military district; let's talk inside."
