Not to mention the 'Dexterous' talent and 8.5 high potential value, Gao Huowang was naturally a good soldier, but just his skill in massage and acupuncture alone made Gao Huowang an absolute favorite in the army.
After seeing Gao Huowang's panel, Zhao Yi, who had initially intended to politely refuse, found himself unable to speak:
"Regimental Commander Zheng, are you really willing to give me such a good cook?"
"What's there to be unwilling about? As long as you like him, Instructor Zhao, I'll release him immediately!"
Zheng Renyi laughed heartily, then turned to Gao Huowang and asked:
"What's your name?"
"Reporting to the Regimental Commander, my name is Gao Huowang."
"Good, Gao Huowang! Do you want to go to the Special Forces to be a cook?"
"Ah?" Gao Huowang was stunned by Zheng Renyi's question, unsure how to answer.
With a hint of drunkenness on his face, Zheng Renyi continued without waiting for Gao Huowang's reply:
"This is Instructor Zhao Yi, Instructor Zhao, who is piloting the Special Forces training in our Military Region. If you want to go, you must perform well in front of Instructor Zhao."
"Yes, Regimental Commander!" Gao Huowang didn't know how to answer and could only nod in affirmation.
"Alright, you can leave now."
Zheng Renyi waved his hand, dismissing Gao Huowang, then resumed clinking glasses with Zhao Yi.
Because he wanted to get Zhao Yi drunk, and confident in his own drinking capacity, Zheng Renyi drank a lot.
Of course, Zhao Yi drank even more under the siege of Zheng Renyi and several regimental-level cadres.
But in the end, the scene in the private room could only be described with one sentence:
Everyone was drunk, except Zhao Yi.
At the table, the two staff officers, like Ma Ping'an, had crawled under the table, unconscious.
"Drink, all of you drink, damn it, why aren't you drinking!"
Zheng Renyi held his wine glass, speaking drunkenly.
Seeing the time was right, Zhao Yi smiled slightly and raised his glass to Zheng Renyi:
"Regimental Commander Zheng, what you said about giving me someone earlier, does it still count?"
"Are you talking about that cook?" Zheng Renyi paused, then said, "Of course it counts!"
"If you want him, Brother Zhao, I'll give him to you right now!"
"Regimental Commander Zheng, I'm afraid you won't acknowledge it after you sober up. How about you write a handwritten order first?"
"Who says I'm drunk? I'm not drunk!" Regimental Commander Zheng burped, taking a document Zhao Yi had already prepared from Zhao Yi's hand.
Zhao Yi's face was flushed, and he swayed his head as he looked at it for a long time, finally signing his name at the bottom of the document.
"But, Brother Zhao, we have to agree, if you take my cook, you can't set your sights on my King of Soldiers anymore."
Hearing this, Zhao Yi burst into laughter:
Zheng Renyi was truly drunk; he even blurted out his true feelings.
However, Zhao Yi could not grant Zheng Renyi's wish.
Because only children make choices; he, Zhao Yi, wanted them all!
Seeing Zheng Renyi finish signing one document, Zhao Yi, while he was still muddled, had him sign several more documents.
After doing all this, Zheng Renyi seemed to have relieved a burden, and with a "thud," he collapsed onto the table.
Looking at Zheng Renyi and the others, who were sprawled out and completely drunk by him, Zhao Yi exhaled a long breath of alcohol, and his previously hazy expression instantly cleared.
Then, Zhao Yi walked out of the private room and went to the back kitchen to find the quartermaster.
"Regimental Commander Zheng and the others are drunk. I'll trouble you to send them to the dormitory to rest."
Zhao Yi said. As the only sober person, he naturally had to take care of the aftermath.
After all, he, Zhao Yi, was not an evil person.
"Instructor Zhao, Regimental Commander and the others are all drunk, but you're not?"
The quartermaster was a round-faced, slightly chubby young man. Looking at Zheng Renyi and the others, who were completely drunk, his eyes widened, and his mouth hung open, his jaw almost dropping to the floor.
As the quartermaster in charge of logistics and food, he knew his Regimental Commander Zheng Renyi's alcohol tolerance all too well.
To be frank, in an army group of nearly a hundred thousand people, no more than a hundred could outdrink Zheng Renyi.
Zhao Yi managed to get Zheng Renyi and a group of cadres drunk, and he was still acting as if nothing happened, instructing him to help others back to the dormitory.
What kind of drinking capacity was that?!
The quartermaster couldn't even imagine.
It seemed their Military Region was about to produce another 'God of Wine.'
"Why are you just standing there? Hurry and call people to help. It wouldn't be good if Regimental Commander Zheng and the others catch a cold later. Our Military Region's vets might not even have medicine."
Seeing the quartermaster motionless, Zhao Yi urged him again.
The quartermaster finally came to his senses and quickly agreed: "Alright, alright, I'll help Regimental Commander and the others back right away."
"Instructor Zhao, then you..."
"You don't need to worry about me, go busy yourself!"
Zhao Yi pulled the drunken Ma Ping'an from under the table and hoisted him onto his shoulder, saying.
He needed to get things done quickly before Zheng Renyi and the others sobered up.
After getting Ma Ping'an into the car and covering him with a military overcoat, Zhao Yi wasted no time and first went to find the cook, Gao Huowang.
Because of Zheng Renyi's prior words, Zhao Yi didn't need to use much persuasion to get Gao Huowang to agree to come to the Special Forces.
Immediately after, Zhao Yi found Li Daniu again and presented the document Zheng Renyi had signed earlier:
"Your Regimental Commander has agreed to release him."
"I'm asking for your opinion again now. Are you truly willing to come to the Special Forces? If so, write a transfer application now, a hundred words will do, no need for too much."
"Of course, if you change your mind, I won't force you."
Zhao Yi said. The transfer of soldiers between units in the Military Region was no small matter, usually requiring a large amount of documentation and approval.
Even though Zhao Yi had special permission from the Military Region to establish the Special Forces, allowing for special handling and bypassing some procedures, three crucial things could not be omitted.
One was the agreement of the original unit; Zheng Renyi, as Li Daniu's superior Regimental Commander, his signature carried sufficient recognition.
One was the agreement of the receiving unit; this was the Special Forces unit Zhao Yi himself was responsible for, and it was even simpler for Zhao Yi to write or have someone write the material.
Finally, there was the application form, representing the personal wishes of the transferred soldier.
Li Daniu didn't hesitate and nodded directly:
"Sir, I've thought it over; I volunteer to join the Special Forces!"
After speaking, Li Daniu took the paper and pen from Zhao Yi's hand and quickly began writing.
Two and a half minutes later, a simple application was handed to Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi smiled. With these documents, Li Daniu was now officially his soldier.
Next, Zhao Yi looked at the documents in his hand. Besides Li Daniu, two other King of Soldiers from the 369th Regiment were also in Zhao Yi's plan.
Moreover, Zheng Renyi had also signed the transfer documents for both of them. Now, as long as they themselves agreed, Zhao Yi could make them his soldiers in minutes.
"Li Daniu, do you know Fan Lei and Qin Fengyun?"
"Yes."
Li Daniu nodded. Fan Lei and Qin Fengyun were the two other King of Soldiers in the 369th Regiment who were as famous as him. The three had also sparred and exchanged ideas, so they were quite familiar with each other.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi immediately said:
"Perfect, go help me find those two."