Zhou Xian pulled out his phone and took a look, his spirit immediately lifting. As soon as he answered the call, he heard a deep, resounding voice say, "Old Zhou, we've all arrived at the East Station. Give us an address, and we'll come find you."
Zhou Xian's face broke into a beaming smile. Good things come in pairs, he busily replied, "Old Song, I'm at the Military Police Hospital. Hurry over, there's important business to discuss."
The Old Song on the other end of the call chuckled, "Got it! All troops advance."
"See you in a bit."
Right after speaking, both men decisively hung up the phone. Zhou Xian was ecstatic, "I contacted our retired comrades last night. As soon as they heard there was good news, they were so excited they couldn't sleep, and after hanging up, they packed their bags and bought the earliest train tickets. Now they've all arrived at the East Station, and I've told them to meet up here."