It was night, and Commander Liu, who had been busy all day, was still sitting in front of Zhuo looking at documents. As the leader of a division, he had to be busy with many things every day.
Behind him, two guards were busy.
One of them laid out the mattress for him, while the other brought a washbasin and said to Mr. Liu who was still busy.
"Chief, you have been busy all day, so you should wash up and go to bed early."
"Why are you so anxious?" Mr. Liu raised his hand and looked at his wrist, "It's only half past eight. It's still early enough to go to bed."
"But...but you've been busy all day, don't you want to rest early? Otherwise, if a fight breaks out tomorrow, you will have to stay without rest for several nights in a row."
"Hahaha... That was before, but it's different now." Master Liu laughed, "Now I have Political Commissar Ping, Captain Gao, Lao Chen and others here to help me. If they are still as busy as before, then I still need them.
What are you doing?"
The guard suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Commander, talking about Commander Gao. I heard that today he invited those Yankees to a restaurant in the county town for dinner tonight, and he didn't ask you to go with the political commissar. This is also
Too stingy."
Master Liu laughed loudly: "You little devil, what do you know?
The reason why Commander Gao didn’t invite me as political commissar for peace is to avoid suspicion, you don’t understand this!”
The guard was unconvinced when he heard this: "Huh... I don't understand why. We are also guests after all. In our hometown, it would be very rude for the host to do this."
Mr. Liu shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and continued to correct the documents...
At the same time, on the second floor of the Zuixianju Restaurant in the county town, Gao Hongming was hosting a banquet for Doolittle and more than fifty U.S. military crew members who had been detained.
With so many Americans, Gao Hongming and more than a dozen officers from the Liantai Militia accompanying him, the huge hall was packed to capacity.
"What's today's main course?" Gao Hongming picked up a napkin and wiped his hands and asked the cook standing behind him.
"Sir, roast lamb with buttered potatoes."
The cook directed several waiters to remove the soup plates from the table and replace them with new ones. The chef waiting aside put a large tray on the table, opened the lid, and the room was suddenly filled with a mixture of fat and spices.
It has a wonderful fragrance that makes people want to eat just by the smell.
In later generations of novels, when many online authors write about foreigners eating Chinese food, everyone who comes into contact with Chinese food will immediately show an intoxicated look of being conquered by Chinese food, wishing they could kneel down and lick it on the spot.
In fact, a person's taste is formed after a long period of cultivation. How can he kneel down and lick it at the first contact? This is obviously illogical.
In later generations, when Chinese restaurants were able to open all over the world, they also had to go through the process of "localization of Chinese food" and make changes according to the local food culture and become "alternative Chinese food", so that they can adapt to the tastes of local people.
In fact, even the Chinese people themselves have some cuisines they don’t like, some foods they cannot accept, and they cannot eat all the dishes. How can they expect every foreigner to like Chinese cuisine?
It is precisely because of this that Gao Hongming treated these Americans to authentic Western food today.
For this meal, Gao Hongming put a lot of thought into hiring a chef who was proficient in Western food.
The chef used a sharp kitchen knife to cut off a large piece of roast lamb, and then handed it to the plate in front of Gao Hongming with the meat fork.
A waiter stood next to Gao Hongming holding a tray with a large bowl of buttered potato chunks. Gao Hongming picked up the big silver spoon inserted in the bowl and added a full spoonful to himself.
After putting the spoon back and nodding to the waiter, the waiter carried the tray and walked towards Doolittle, who was sitting next to Gao Hongming.
After a while, all the mutton was distributed, and everyone began to feast.
We are all soldiers, so we naturally don't pay much attention to our meals. In less than half an hour, everyone was full of wine and food, and the host and guest were enjoying themselves.
Gao Hongming dispersed the cigarettes for everyone, and then he took a deep breath before speaking humanely to the Americans.
"Gentlemen, your commander, Mr. Doolittle, must have told you this.
In order to rescue your comrades who are trapped more than a thousand kilometers away, your government has promised that once the rescue plan is completed, all of you, including Lieutenant Colonel Doolittle, will serve me for half a year.
Does anyone else have concerns?”
All the Americans remained silent. Many people had doubts and were even a little dissatisfied with this decision of their own government, but no one was stupid enough to speak out in public.
Doolittle said calmly: "Please rest assured, as soldiers we will definitely obey the government's orders. Since we promised to serve you for half a year, we will definitely do it."
Gao Hongming chuckled. Of course he could see that Doolittle was still somewhat reluctant.
After all, China's status in the world today is well known to everyone on earth. It is hard to say that a dignified lieutenant colonel from the United States of America actually wants to serve for a local militia.
"Gentlemen, I know that you are all a little reluctant to serve me. It doesn't matter, this is normal and I am not surprised.
Therefore, in order to mobilize your enthusiasm, I have decided to award you with special rewards during your service period.
Noncommissioned officers can receive 500 U.S. dollars per month, and lieutenants can receive 1,000 U.S. dollars per month. As for Lieutenant Colonel Doolittle... your monthly salary is 2,000 U.S. dollars, and you can receive this money until the end of our cooperation period.
So far, what do you think?"
A lieutenant stood up and asked in disbelief: "...Are you serious?"
"certainly!"
Gao Hongming smiled softly, "I, Mr. Gao, keep my word!"
"good!"
The lieutenant's face flushed with excitement for a moment. He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, saying loudly: "Since you are so generous, I, Leif, deliberately promise you that I will do my best to serve you in these six months!
"
"Me too!" Another American noncommissioned officer stood up and drank all the wine in the glass.
"me too!"
More and more Americans stood up and expressed their attitude.
Gao Hongming saw the Americans' performance in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips.
As expected, talking about anything else with these ghost guys is nonsense, only talking about money is the most useful!
Did he pay those Americans well?
To be honest...it's really high.
Today's U.S. dollar is also known as the U.S. dollar. It is also the strongest currency in the world and is quite valuable.
In the 1940s, the monthly rent for a single apartment in a prosperous area of New York was only 25 US dollars, and a hot dog equivalent to our pancakes or meat buns only cost 5 cents.
An American one-star brigadier general earns US$500 per month, which means that the minimum salary offered by Gao Hongming to those Americans is comparable to that of an American brigadier general. This price is not small.
But in Gao Hongming's view, all this is worth it, because he has always had a plan in his heart, and this plan can only succeed with the full support of Doolittle and these Americans. This is why he
The reason why Doolittle and his team were left behind without any effort.