From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 252

After Chen Fei and the others went into the two-story building, someone on the training ground started whispering, "Did you guys notice? The look in that guy's eyes on the stage was terrifying. It felt like he's seen blood."

"That look was even scarier than my drill instructor's in the special forces!"

"You can say that again. It gave me cold sweats."

A slightly older-looking man, seeing the chatter grow, couldn't help but bark out an order.

"Alright, shut it! Did you forget all your discipline the moment you were discharged? Don't let your curiosity get the other brothers in trouble!"

In an instant, the chattering men fell silent. Each of them stood even straighter than before, their military posture impeccable.

In the conference room, Chen Fei looked at the ten men sitting ramrod straight. He pulled a white box of cigarettes from his pocket and tossed it onto the table, a flicker of pain in his eyes.

"Go on, pass 'em around. One for each of you."

These cigarettes were a special bonus from Su Chen, who had noticed how hard he'd been working lately. And he'd only been given three packs.

'If I hadn't wanted to awe the men a little, why would I have been so generous? Wouldn't it be better to keep them for myself and enjoy them slowly?'

The ten squad leaders stared at the white box on the table and the distinctive red star logo on it. Their breathing grew heavy, and looks of shock flashed across their faces.

As veterans who had spent years in the military, they knew exactly what these cigarettes signified. Most of them had only ever heard of them; few had ever seen them in person.

The squad leader closest to Chen Fei reached out and carefully picked up the pack. He examined it closely and realized it was of a much higher grade than any he had seen before. He was incredibly careful as he took a cigarette.

By the time the pack made its way around the table, only half of it remained when it returned to Chen Fei's hand.

Seeing how few were left, Chen Fei felt another pang of regret. 'Maybe I can ask Su Chen to reimburse me later,' he thought.

After lighting one for himself, Chen Fei noticed the others weren't moving and said irritably, "If you're not going to smoke them, give them back."

At his words, how could any of them dare to hesitate? Those with lighters lit up, and those without borrowed one. In an instant, the conference room was filled with plumes of white smoke.

"Tsk, tsk. These are really something else. So smooth!"

"I never thought I'd see the day I'd smoke one of these. Even my regimental commander has never seen one. Too bad it's just one, or I could go show it off to him."

They say cigarettes build bridges and alcohol paves roads. Chen Fei's move had done a lot to dispel the initial awkwardness among the men.

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