And some officers still find it funny. The commander-in-chief is not here. If you, Director Zhou, want to flatter you, it will only be effective when the commander-in-chief is present. You are still a little younger, and your flattery skills are still much more immature than the rest of us.
As expected, no one is perfect.
But there are also officers who are quick to respond and feel that something is wrong. This week, the director is the best among men. He will never hit the target without any reason. There is no one who flatters you for no reason. Wait until I see... Oh my god! Who is that?
At this time, the officer's stunned eyes affected everyone, and everyone turned to follow his gaze. At some point, they saw a group of people in casual clothes standing at the door of the conference room.
A middle-aged man of less than ten years old, with eagle eyebrows and falcon eyes, and a neat mustache on his face. Who is that if he is not a handsome man?
At this time, all the officers could not sit still. Under the leadership of Zhao Changshu, they stood at attention on the ground and faced the door. The tables, chairs and benches rattled, and Zhao Changshu shouted: "Everyone is here, salute!"
All the officers, including Zhou Wen and Tian Boguang, saluted the middle-aged man at the door who had bright eyes, exuded invisible power and a smile on his face.
The middle-aged man waved his hands casually and said in a thick Shanxi accent: "I am very satisfied and pleased with your performance today. It shows that you have not abandoned your responsibilities during my absence."
, our army still maintains normal training and order, and its military morale is still usable.
I'm going to take a walk around today. There's nothing important. Everyone else should leave first. Then there will be instructions. Changshu will take me to your office to sit down."
After speaking, the middle-aged man nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards Zhao Changshu's office building, followed closely by a group of followers.
Zhao Changshu smiled apologetically at Zhou Wen and quickly ran after him.
After this group of people left, the conference room suddenly became lively. The officers all had excited faces, whispering to each other, and discussing enthusiastically. Now, the commander is back.
Now, our Jin army has finally come to an end when the hard days of not being in love with my grandma and being unloved by my uncle have come to an end.
At this time, no one could care about Zhou Wen. The officers were all in a hurry to return to the army and tell their subordinates the good news of the commander's return. This was good news to boost morale and military morale. It was once again Shanxi
Good news about returning to the rule of the Marshal.
Some well-educated officers politely said hello or nodded to Zhou Wen before leaving, but no one with a rough personality looked at Zhou Wen again. They all walked away, wishing they could fly back with a hot wheel under their feet.
The troops go.
Looking at the empty conference room in the blink of an eye, Zhou Wen smiled bitterly, shook his head and sat down. Just as he was thinking about something, Tian Boguang asked from the side: "Scholar, is that middle-aged man Marshal Yan?"
Zhou Wen nodded silently. Yes, this person is Marshal Yan, who has ruled Shanxi for many years. He has been in Shanxi for decades and no one dares to challenge him. He is known as the "King of Shanxi".
In fact, when Zhou Wen was speaking before, he noticed a group of people coming in front of the door. At first, he was a little confused. This was the barracks of the heavily guarded Taiyuan Garrison Headquarters. How could a group of people in civilian clothes walk straight in and arrive at the officer?
When he casually scanned the conference room where they gathered with his superhuman vision, he was shocked.
The familiar face that he had seen in the photo was clearly visible, but Zhou Wen remained calm. It is difficult to understand the psychology of a big man. Since he came quietly, Zhou Wen also pretended not to know and continued to lecture, not to mention the last part about the army.
Many aspects of ideological work need this commander's ear. After all, without his support and consent, what I'm talking about today can only be just words on paper and meaningless.
Of course, when Zhou Wen was talking about it, he couldn't help but praise and praise the Shanxi native emperor. Although it was a bit deliberate and artificial, Zhou Wen couldn't help it. Since the mercenary group had now settled in Shanxi, it was difficult for him to do so.
Gen, if we want to use Shanxi as our base camp in the future, we will inevitably have to deal with this big shot.
When everyone meets for the first time, it is necessary to make a good impression and gain some goodwill from each other. Of course, this does not mean that Zhou Wen wants to join this person. Just kidding, who is more powerful than this person?
As a principal, Zhou Wen can avoid and hide whenever he can. How could he still be on the fringe at this time?
But people have to bow their heads under the eaves, first show their humble attitude, and then slowly figure it out. In short, they must respect you in attitude, respect you in heart, and discuss actions with everyone. Anyway, I am in the province now.
You have dual identities as a senior party official and a son of Shanxi. Don’t look at the face of a monk or the face of a Buddha. You are a big shot. Don’t care too much about us juniors. We will not cause trouble for you. No, I will bring my subordinates to teach your subordinates.
Woolen cloth.
Zhou Wen remembered the records of later generations. After the Great War in the Central Plains, this great man had to announce his resignation and go abroad for inspection. In fact, he did not go abroad and lived in seclusion in Dalian, Northeast China.
After the September 18th Incident, the whole country unanimously opened up to the outside world, and the call for resistance to Japan and national salvation became increasingly louder. In order to ensure domestic stability, the Nanjing government had to put aside its past grudges, make peace with the former opposition forces, and unite to resist insults. So this big shot made a comeback, and once again
He once returned to Shanxi to preside over the overall work of Shanxi Province.
But Zhou Wen didn't expect that he would come back so quickly and so eagerly.
Zhou Wen had previously planned to replace the chairman of the board of directors and key management personnel of the pharmaceutical factory and the steel factory with the Liu family in the near future. In this case, even if the big shot and his cronies wanted to get involved, they would have to consider the attitudes of the three people.
Zhou Wen will at least be nominally decoupled from these industries. Then there will be more room for change, and it will not be convenient to start a haha.
As for whether the Liu family would burn the bridge and swallow up these two industries, Zhou Wen wouldn't worry at all. Let's not talk about the current relationship between Liu Ruoshui and Zhou Wen. The Liu family's previous actions and actions have already demonstrated this.
The grandeur and demeanor of the aristocratic families. Zhou Wen didn't believe that these aristocratic families were so worthless. They would mess with the rules regardless of their image and status just for the sake of a petty profit industry in their eyes. Besides, the drug formula was in his own hands.
The steel plant is built on its own land, so there is nothing to worry about.
Another thing that has not yet been sorted out is the gun and ammunition branch of the Taiyuan Arsenal. Recently, the mercenary group, the guards and the security team have been training too much, and bullets and slapping shells are being fired like crazy. The previous inventory
It began to shrink a bit. In order to ensure that the mercenary group could maintain sufficient logistics supplies in the future before the bullets and artillery shell production lines they purchased were put into use, taking advantage of the September 18th Incident, Northeastern Army Commissioner Huang Yisheng ran back to the Northeast.
The arsenal was unsupervised, so my uncle organized workers to start manufacturing.