"Boss, dinner is ready."
A subordinate walked into the tent to report.
Song Heping glanced at him, asking, "Are you new? I remember your name is Becker, you served in the South African Special Forces before, right?"
"That's right, Boss." Becker was somewhat flattered.
He had only been with the "Musician" defense for less than a week, yet the Boss remembered his name and even knew where he had served before.
Being remembered, especially by one's superior, is a recognition of one's value.
"Sit."
Song Heping pointed to the small stool in front of him.
"Eat together."
Becker was a bit at a loss.
Holding Song Heping's dinner, he didn't know whether to put it down or not.
"Where's your dinner?"
"Outside."
Song Heping glanced outside the tent, then got up, took the dinner from Becker's hand, and walked out.
