The office was unusually quiet, with the occasional chirping of autumn insects outside the window, one after another, as they were working hard to perform their last song before winter.
After being quiet for a long time, Anzecheng looked at Lao Li's expression and advised again: "You must not go. The situation in Bana City is unknown now. If someone there has other intentions, you will be in great danger if you go. Lao
Li, you have to think clearly. If something happens to you, not only will the administrative faction have problems, but there may also be changes in the garrison. You listen to me on this matter, be steady, and don't take risks no matter what."
Liming Sheng said nothing and took a sip of tea silently. He also knew in his heart that what Lao An said was right.
However, the matter in Bana City must be solved by the right person. This candidate must have the ability to communicate smoothly with the other party, and at the same time, the level must not be low, and he must give the other party enough respect.
If you want to properly handle the problem in Bana City, you must be able to act on the spot and have the brains to handle emergencies.
However, Liming Sheng thought about it and couldn't think of a suitable candidate. At this juncture, Su Tianyu was injured and Wang Changli was gone...
It can be said that the entire Dragon City administrative faction, these banner-shaped figures, who are important, may not be suitable for this negotiation, and those who are suitable for negotiation cannot be used...
In terms of military and political affairs, there is currently only one suitable candidate, Jin Maohui. However, Lao Jin's character is too straightforward and is not suitable for this kind of diplomatic work.
That's why Liming Sheng was worried and even proposed the idea of going to Bana City in person.
Anzecheng looked at the silent Liming Sheng and understood his difficulties. While the other party was thinking, he was also thinking of a suitable candidate.
After pondering for a long time, An Zecheng crossed his legs, took a slow sip of tea, and then said: "Actually, the most suitable candidate for this matter is Bai Hongbo. Unfortunately, he is still lying in the hospital, unconscious.
There is no way to deal with this..."
Having said that, Anzecheng paused, looked at Lao Li and said, "I thought about it, since there is no most suitable candidate, why not try to get two people to do this together."
Liming Sheng raised his head and asked: "Who?"
An Zecheng proposed the candidate he had considered: "Fei Pingsheng, partnering with Jin Maohui, what do you think?"
Liming Sheng thought for a moment and was about to say something.
"Dong dong dong."
There was a knock on the office door suddenly. Liming Sheng turned around and said, "Come in!"
"Zhiqua——"
Li Yuan pushed the door open and said in a somewhat urgent tone: "Two leaders, there is something going on at the hospital..."
…
At the same time, the garrison headquarters.
Tan Hengqiang is sitting in his office, wearing a pair of reading glasses and immersed in official business.
Recently, the entire garrison has been very busy. Tan Hengqiang has hardly left the office. He eats and sleeps here, and even sleeps very little. He spends a lot of time at work every day.
There is almost no shortage of people in the headquarters office, and people come to report work anytime and anywhere.
This includes the mobilization of the entire army's resources, the distribution and supply of armaments, as well as the logistics department's statistics on the troops, as well as the estimated consumption of the troops' supplies and personnel once a war begins.
A large amount of information is constantly being collected by Tan Hengqiang, and things are very heavy.
With great difficulty, Lao Tan finally finished handling the current batch of work and took some time to rest. He took off his reading glasses, walked to the window, looked at the night outside, took a sip of tea, and refreshed himself.
In the reflection of the window, you can still vaguely see your tired face.
After a while, the office door was pushed open, and Zhang Xunchen, dressed in military uniform, stepped in: "Commander, are you looking for me?"
Tan Hengqiang came back to his senses, turned to Zhang Xunchen and said, "Come here, sit down!"
The two of them sat on the sofa next to each other. Tan Hengqiang thought for a moment and said slowly: "Old Zhang, I recently had an idea about personnel changes."
Zhang Xunchen quickly asked: "What do you think?"
Tan Hengqiang put his hands in and said slowly: "You have also seen the current situation. The military situation in the entire Dragon City is very tense. After Lao Jiang's accident, there are some vacancies in our military division level generals. Now is the time to recruit people.
,I am considering suitable candidates..."
When Zhang Xunchen heard this, he immediately understood what the old leader meant and said sensibly: "Then what else are you thinking about? Just let Ming Chao take over!"
Tan Hengqiang glanced at him and did not agree directly. Instead, he asked: "Do you think he can do it?"
Zhang Xunchen said without hesitation: "There are only two assessment points for getting a position in the Ming Dynasty. Ability and experience. I personally think that he is qualified. In terms of experience, we old people can assist and supplement it. To solve the two points, what do you think he can do?"
Can’t do it? You can definitely do it!”
Tan Hengqiang nodded slowly: "Okay, let's issue the appointment. Tan Mingchao will be appointed as the commander of the First Army, effective immediately. In the name of the garrison headquarters, a letter of appointment will be issued to him."
"OK."
Zhang Xunchen thought for a moment, then said with a smile: "I think we can recruit a group of young officers to come up and carry the sedan chair for our prince!"
Hearing this, Tan Hengqiang smiled, couldn't help but reached out and patted Zhang Xunchen's shoulder: "After so many years, you still understand me best."
Zhang Xunchen paused, thought again and again, and couldn't help but said: "Old Tan, don't say that I understand you. From the perspective of a friend, I want to ask you something..."
Tan Hengqiang asked: "What are you asking?"
Zhang Xunchen looked at his expression and asked in a low voice: "Old Tan, are you going to act this time, or is it a real fight?!"
Tan Hengqiang lowered his head, fell silent, and did not reply.
…
Late at night, Tan's villa.
In almost no time, Tan Mingchao received a transfer order from the garrison, notifying him to serve as the commander of the First Army.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Tan Mingchao drank coffee and looked at the appointment letter with complicated eyes.
The baby didn't sleep either. He was wearing pajamas and sitting next to Tan Mingchao. His tone was somewhat dissatisfied: "Uncle Tan, what do you mean? There's going to be a war. I appoint you as the commander of the First Army and push his son to the front line?"
"
Wawa did not feel happy, but was full of worries about this transfer order.
Tan Mingchao put down the letter of appointment, thought for a moment and said, "You don't understand. The old man promoted me not to fight, but to make secondary preparations."
As he said that, Tan Mingchao looked a little downcast and couldn't help but sigh: "Well, I always feel that the war is coming, and the old man is still a little hesitant..."