The top position is still vacant, that is the position of the old chief, Mr. Duan.
General Duan was sitting on the lower right hand, flipping through the information brought by Lu Yuanpin, while Minister Mu yelled and shouted in the conference room, and slapped the table.
"General Duan, please tell me. Is it possible that you also think that I, Mu Jinghuai, am trying to obstruct something?"
This fire still burned General Duan.
General Duan raised his head from the document and glanced at Mu Jinghuai calmly. A smile suddenly appeared on his usually serious face, and he said calmly: "Old Mu, if you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Since then.
You are so clean, why do you always interrupt Lu Yuanpin’s reports?”
"I'm not saying that you are obstructing anything, I just want to remind you that those sitting here are all senior generals who have a clear mind and can distinguish right from wrong. Presumably, Minister Mu does not need to explain anything one by one."
"I know you are a worrier, but sometimes, Lao Mu, you have to relax when you should relax."
"Look at me, I'm very relaxed and don't worry about anything."
Mu Jinghuai's original intention was to ask General Duan to stand up and say a few words about his nephew. Based on his understanding of General Duan, he would definitely stand up at this time and talk to his own people first.
Unexpectedly, suddenly the person I thought I knew very well would... play cards out of common sense.
Suddenly, Mu Jinghuai, who was so angry that his face turned red, felt as if he had lifted a rock and hit himself in the foot.
General Duan spoke, and the rest of the people naturally said nothing. Some people also knew that General Duan was planning not to keep Mu Jinghuai confused anymore and to no longer maintain the superficial calm.
I don’t know where Mu Jinghuai got the confidence to challenge General Duan’s authority again and again.
The closed conference room opened directly, and an old man with sharp eyes, who gave people a sense of awe as if he were the top of a mountain, walked over.
"When did this place turn into a vegetable market at Xibianmen? You two are quite capable at bargaining. It's really a waste of your talents not to let you go to the vegetable market!"
Mr. Duan walked over and everyone stood up and saluted him.
"I don't like to see these. They say they are salutes. I don't think many of them really respect me. Of course, I don't care whether you respect me or not. What I want is not superficial respect from you."
He took off his military cap and put it on the conference table. The old man sat on the reserved seat. He raised his hand and glanced over. His eyes were so sharp that no one dared to look at him. He only heard the old chief sneer a few times from above, and then continued on.
He said, "It doesn't matter to me whether you respect me personally or not!"
"But, you don't even respect this country..." As the old man paused, the whole conference room became so depressed that it made people breathless. Everyone was sitting upright, holding back their voices, and their expressions were so serious that they were competing with each other.
Only one minute passed, and everyone felt that this minute was extremely long and unbearable.
"If you don't even respect this country, you probably don't care about your military uniform anymore. If you don't want to wear it, just tell me! Don't occupy space and block the way for truly capable people!"
These words made Mu Jinghuai jump with fear, and the hair on his whole back stood on end.
Is it directed at him? It must be directed at him. If it wasn't directed at him, how could it be possible to say these words?!
