"Hello, Comrade Zhou." The two of them had no time to think, and both quickly saluted, "In three days, a plane from the Jinling Military Region will fly to the Capital. We're here to take you and Comrade Zhao Kui to the Jinling Military Region."
Zhao Kui was Zhao Anbang's father, who had returned home to recuperate a few years ago and had not resumed work since.
Wang Zhenguo handed the telegram to Zhou Fengchun.
Zhou Fengchun gripped the telegram tightly. He didn't expect to be able to return so soon. Although he couldn't immediately return to his original position, going back to the Capital meant that his past charges were void, and there was a great chance for him to resume work.
"Alright, I'll pack my luggage now." Most importantly, he needed to bid farewell to his old comrades and the younger ones.
Everyone felt happy for him. With such results for Zhou Fengchun, could their own vindication be far behind?
