The next morning, four trucks came into the Fuxing Society's compound, bringing the first batch of trainees arranged by Deng Wenyi and He Zhonghan to report.
This group of students totals fifty and will form the Second Action Brigade of the Fuxing Society.
Now Lu Ming is in charge of the field department. This department was established when Kang Ze was in office. Lu Ming does not concurrently serve as the director of the field department, but everyone knows that the field department is in charge of Lu Ming as the vice president.
Kang Ze originally asked Lu Ming to take charge of the field service. The first reason was that he was too busy by himself and needed someone to help him manage it.
In addition, An Gonggen was responsible for organizing the first action brigade at that time. When they joined the Blue Clothes Club, they made it clear that they would only obey the orders of Lu Ming. Kang Ze also expressed his acceptance of this condition.
The second reason is that field service costs more than formal staff in the building. Moreover, many expenses cannot be accounted for and can only be solved alone. It cannot be done without Lu Ming's support, so we simply let Lu Ming do it.
and contracted.
After Weng Bailing came up, he wanted to change this situation and arrest the field staff, but unfortunately he was rejected by An Gonggen.
Now that the Second Action Brigade is here, Weng Bailing feels that his opportunity has come, so he immediately arranges a welcome ceremony for these students.
An Gonggen's operations brigade does not live next to the Fuxingshe building, but bought a separate building as its office space.
Weng Bailing felt that the reason why he could not control the First Action Brigade was because they lived outside and were difficult to control.
So he specially bought another building behind the Fuxingshe Building as the headquarters of the Second Action Brigade. Lu Ming did not comment on this and let him go.
In this courtyard, slogans are painted on two high walls: One side is what the superiors have not thought of, and we must think of it for the superiors.
What is painted on the wall opposite is: What the superiors cannot do, we must do it for them.
The slogans painted on the building are even more frightening: Treat the enemy as ruthlessly as the harsh winter.
When he saw this slogan, Lu Ming laughed at himself: "No wonder the Communists say we create white terror. The first thing I felt when I saw this slogan was a snowy winter."
"This can make the enemy feel fear and tremble with fear." Weng Bailing said.
"I don't know whether the enemy is afraid or not, but I feel cold all over." Lu Ming said sarcastically.
He then pointed to the slogans on two walls and said: "If we want these subordinates to think of everything for us and do everything for us, then what do we, the superiors, do? Aren't we the ones who are doing the job?"
Weng Bailing was speechless, and it took him a long time to say: "This is to inspire the independent revolutionary spirit of my subordinates."
In fact, this is a slogan invented by the training base when training students. As for "treat the enemy as ruthlessly as the harsh winter", it plagiarized the quote from the Soviet Cheka, which is now the Soviet State Security Service. It later developed into a slogan that scares most of the world.
of the KGB.
Lu Ming smiled coldly, turned around and left.
He knew that Weng Bailing was busy with these things just to firmly control the Second Action Brigade. Lu Ming didn't care about this. Power is a strange thing. It's not something you can get if you want it.
In the building of Fuxing Society, if Lu Ming really wanted to fight for power, no one could compete with him.
However, he was not interested in power. As the only vice-president, if he had not shied away at that time, he should have been the webmaster of the Shanghai branch of Fuxing Society, and Weng Bailing would not have been his turn.
Lu Ming did not attend the student orientation meeting. Weng Bailing did not call him, and he was too lazy to take care of it. He was currently in the office looking at the financial statements of each branch.
Nowadays, Fuxingshe's branch stations are in full bloom. Except for Northeast China and Inner Mongolia, they have been established in almost all provincial capital cities. Of course, the financial statements have increased several times.
Although he doesn't understand finance, he still has to read these statements before he signs them. Naturally, Yuan Ziyuan and Sheng Muyi are in charge of matters that are too professional.
When he looks at these reports, he can see at a glance how many operational personnel are deployed at each substation and the quality of the personnel, including the number of peripheral personnel employed by the substation.
Lu Ming had basically received this information one after another and disclosed it to Mr. Dong inadvertently.
Liu Qiwen was making tea for Lu Ming when she suddenly heard Weng Bailing leading the students downstairs to shout slogans. She suddenly thought of what happened last night, panicked, and poured boiling water on her hands.
She couldn't help but scream, and dropped the tea cup to the ground.
Lu Ming was startled and hurriedly came over to check.
"I'm sorry, sir, I burned my hand and dropped your teacup." Liu Qiwen apologized hastily.
"There are a lot of teacups. If you take another one, will your hand get burned?"
Lu Ming hurriedly checked Liu Qiwen's hands and saw that her hands were hot red. He hurriedly said: "Go to the water room right away and rinse it with cold water until it no longer hurts."
Liu Qiwen didn't take it seriously, endured the pain and said with a smile: "It's okay, just a little injury."
"Go as you are told, this is an order." Lu Ming said loudly.
He knew that if he wanted Liu Qiwen to obey, he had to issue orders, otherwise she would always have a reason to evade.
Liu Qiwen knew that the burn was nothing, but she had no choice but to obey the order and go to the water room to take a shower.
When she came back, the military doctor was already waiting for her in the office, holding the best burn ointment in his hand. It was Lu Ming who called the military doctor.
Lu Ming had also picked up the fragments of the tea cup on the ground, dumped them into the trash can, and mopped them up.
"President, why are you looking for a doctor? My hand doesn't matter, it's just a minor injury." Liu Qiwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Let the doctor take a good look at it. It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter." Lu Ming said sternly.
Liu Qiwen smiled helplessly, but when she saw Lu Ming's anxious and distressed eyes, her heart felt as sweet as honey.
The military doctor looked at Liu Qiwen's hand and said with a helpless smile: "Sir, Secretary Liu's hand is fine and there is no need to apply ointment."
"Will it cause bubbles?" Lu Ming asked.
"It's definitely blistering. Just open it. No ointment or bandage is needed, otherwise it will be inconvenient." The military doctor looked at Lu Ming with some disdain.
If he is really a young master, this little burn is nothing to make a fuss about. If he sees the scene of limbs flying around and bloody flesh on the battlefield, why should he faint from fear?
However, people born as young masters know how to love others, especially girls. No wonder the girls in the building always talk about him behind his back. When the topic of him comes up, their eyes light up.
Military doctors are much better at treating burns and scalds than local doctors, because on the battlefield, in addition to gunshot wounds, the most common injuries are burns and scalds, and most of them are severe burns.
The ointments used by the military to treat burns and scalds are also the most effective and are refined in specialized processing plants.
"President, please don't be stung by scorpions. This kind of burn is nothing to worry about. When I was a kid, I often got burned while cooking. I didn't need to worry about it. I just applied some vegetable oil for two days and it would be fine." Liu Qiwen was passed away.
Ming's excessive concern made him dumbfounded.
"Are you really okay? Girls need to be good-looking and don't make others look bad." Lu Ming looked at the military doctor and asked.
"I assure you, sir, that Secretary Liu's burns are not a problem at all." The military doctor smiled wryly and raised his hand to assure him.
"Uh, go ahead, please." Lu Ming waved the military doctor back.
"I'll give you a day off to recover. I don't need your help here. Go back quickly." Lu Ming said to Liu Qiwen again.
"I'm not going anywhere. The best place to recover is by your side." Liu Qiwen said with a smile.
"You are not allowed to tease the officer, this is an order." Lu Ming pretended to be stern.
"I'm not teasing you, sir, I'm telling the truth." Liu Qiwen had a sweet smile on her face.
Lu Ming had no choice but to ignore her and go back to read the report.
Not only did Liu Qiwen have no intention of leaving, but she moved closer and asked in a low voice: "Sir, there are so many newcomers here today. Why don't you participate in the collective training?"
"That's right," Lu Ming said without raising his head, "It's enough for Chief Weng to lecture you alone. It doesn't matter whether I go or not."
"No, I guess Chief Weng doesn't want you to go, even though you don't want to go either." Liu Qiwen said with a sly smile.
"You'd better not care about this kind of thing, lest he wear small shoes for you one day." Lu Ming warned, "Let me see how your hands are doing."
"Oh, forget it, I'd better go on one side. It seems that the one who got burned is not me, but you." Liu Qiwen said and hid away.