What to Drink With

The dim-witted Zhao Erting was easy to recognize; compared to the memory, he hadn't changed much.

Judging by the armor he wore, he had likely been promoted.

Jiang Wang hadn't expected him to be promoted, but it was a good thing. For someone as slow-witted as Zhao Erting, he would probably only receive fair treatment under Du Yehu. Conversely, if even Zhao Erting could get promoted, it meant Du Yehu was doing quite well for himself.

So, that "General Du"... could it be Tiger?

Had Old Second Du managed to become the chief general of the Jiujiang Black Armor? Had he pushed Duan Li out?

Jiang Wang suppressed the waves in his heart, then heard Zhao Erting say in his usual blunt manner, "Deputy General Yang, what does Lieutenant Du want with me?"

With that sentence, all their ranks were laid bare.

Deputy General Yang, standing before him, looked helpless. "Do you really have to pronounce the 'Deputy' and 'Lieutenant' parts so clearly? Can't you be a bit more tactful?"

Zhao Erting scratched his head. "I didn't say it wrong, though... why wouldn't I be tactful?"

"Fine, fine." Yang Yin knew there was no reasoning with this blockhead, so he waved his hand. "Go on, General Du is still waiting for you."

Zhao Erting grunted, "You still haven't told me, what does Lieutenant Du want with me? If he's calling me to drink, I'm not going! I have drills tomorrow!"

If it were anyone else, they would have scurried off the moment their superior called, and if it were for drinks, they would be even happier—that was the treatment reserved for trusted confidants. Only a blockhead like Zhao Erting would be more concerned about drills.

Yang Yin said impatiently, "He just wants you to report something, don't talk nonsense, just