Chi Yong City.
The cold wind cut to the bone, and at the transparent station, it was even more so.
Yuan Ben looked at the side branch political commissar and saw him shove his hands into his sleeves, which made him express his concern, "Commissioner Liu, why don't you go inside and rest? When the train arrives, I'll call you."
"I'm not that delicate," Commissioner Liu said as he shivered. "Back when we were on stakeouts, we didn't wear as much as we do now. We would sit in the woods for half the night waiting for someone; that was the real deal."
"The 'back then' you're talking about, that's when you were 30, right?"
"Twenty. Back then, young people like us who had a bit of education would ascend the ranks quickly. By the time I was 30, I was almost ready to be a battalion commander." The commissioner slightly smiled and glanced at Yuan Ben's epaulets, "It's different for you guys."