Yan Jiaming let out a hearty laugh, pulled out an ID and several medals, and tossed them onto the coffee table.
"Who am I? I'm a soldier! When I was shedding blood and risking my life for this country, you fucking kids were still drinking milk!"
The chubby train conductor glanced over and saw that it was some kind of military certificate, looking rather like a discharge paper, accompanied by several medals for second and third-class merits.
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