There are many things that Qin Zhiyuan wants to do, and there are many things that Qin Zhiyuan can do.
The superior does not necessarily have to do things personally. Arrange the right people in the right positions, control the general direction, and stimulate the subjective initiative of the subordinates. This is what a qualified leader should do.
Qin Zhiyuan has always been unfavorable to those diligent emperors in ancient China. It's not that diligence is bad, but that leaders are too diligent and take care of too many things too carefully, which will cause inertia among subordinates. Anyway, if subordinates make suggestions, leaders will still overturn them, or there may be some problems.
Another way of thinking is that the subordinates simply don’t need to use their brains. It is easier for the subordinates to do whatever the leader says.
Qin Zhiyuan would not do this. For example, if he handed over the troops to Chen Kangjian, Hu Tingfeng and the others, Qin Zhiyuan would not interfere in specific affairs. The daily training or intensity of the troops were all controlled by grassroots military officers. Qin Zhiyuan only looked at the results. If
If the effect is not good, just replace it.
In this way, the subjective initiative of the grassroots military officers will be fully stimulated, and the training work of the troops will not be relaxed for a day without Qin Zhiyuan's supervision.
For example, in a battalion, there are three companies. The usual training items are arranged by the company commander, and the training effect is evaluated by the battalion commander. The battalion commander is only responsible for the assessment and does not interfere at all in the usual training. When comparing the three companies, the results are the best.
Be careful with the bad one.
There is no need for the battalion commander to worry. The company commander with the worst performance will naturally learn from the experience and set strict requirements. He will not give up until he takes first place in the next competition. It is easy to deal with it if it is broken. There are many people waiting to come forward.
Wherever there is competition, there is no lack of motivation.
So, is the battalion commander okay?
No, the battalion commander has more to do.
The butt determines the head, and every social role has social responsibilities that need to be assumed.
In the position of company commander, what you need to worry about may only be tomorrow's training program, the physical condition of the troops, the morale of the soldiers, etc. When you reach the position of battalion commander, you must consider the cooperation between different arms and the arrangement of logistics supplies.
, is it necessary to learn French to facilitate communication with French people, etc.
Of course, the company commander can also learn what the battalion commander needs to learn. If he learns it, the company commander will be the battalion commander's backup. If he doesn't learn it, then fine, don't complain if your colleagues continue to get promoted and you stay put.
On the way to Boulogne-Billancourt, Qin Zhiyuan kept thinking about these questions.
As a member of the tank research team, Qin Zhiyuan could not just let go and let go of the sheep. He had to make an appearance at Renault every once in a while.
Just to check it out, nothing to do with anyone.
Qin Zhiyuan told himself this.
Amiens is not far from Boulogne-Billancourt. Qin Zhiyuan, dressed in casual clothes, drove to Boulogne-Billancourt in less than an hour.
When passing by a flower shop in Paris, Qin Zhiyuan saw that the flowers were really bright, so he acted stupidly and parked the car on the side of the road to buy a handful to take with him.
The owner of the flower shop was a middle-aged man in his forties, but after seeing Qin Zhiyuan, he signaled the flower shop to close and no longer receive customers.
Why did someone come out of here just now? Qin Zhiyuan was a little depressed.
When supplies were in short supply, Qin Zhiyuan finally saw a flower shop. He planned to buy two bouquets and took one back to Misha.
That was just now, and now I won't sell it. The shop owner's eyes were a little leering, which made Qin Zhiyuan very uncomfortable.
Listen, I am a soldier, a soldier serving the French Army Ministry. I have something to do in a hurry and I don’t have time to waste with you. Qin Zhiyuan knows that some French people do not like to see Chinese people. They discriminate against all people of color. They even
He called Chinese people barbarians behind his back, but he never thought that one day he would be discriminated against like this.
Yes, I know you are a soldier, so why are you driving around in your car now? This is how you serve the French government. Not only did the middle-aged man not flinch, he questioned Qin Zhiyuan.
It seems that this person is not only a racist, but also a middle-grade racist.
Are you questioning my professional ethics? Also, please note that I am not loyal to France, this is just my job. Qin Zhiyuan lowered his face, he was in a terrible mood now.
Do you barbarians have any professional ethics? The middle-aged man sucked his teeth in disgust, with disdain on his face.
You bastard, Qin Zhiyuan never talks nonsense when dealing with such a person. He just punches the middle-aged man right in the face.
The middle-aged man was seriously overweight, and his waistline was about the same as a mailbox on the roadside. Qin Zhiyuan punched the middle-aged man out of anger, causing him to fall to the ground. He groaned for a long time without getting up.
Suddenly a woman's roar came from the bastard's house, and then, a middle-aged woman with a waistline comparable to a mailbox rushed out with a double-barreled shotgun.
Don't play with this, it will hurt you. Qin Zhiyuan persuaded with good intentions.
go to hell
The middle-aged woman looked ferocious, stuffed two bullets into the barrel of the gun, and then aimed in the direction of Qin Zhiyuan.
Unreasonable, Qin Zhiyuan cursed secretly, hid behind the wall next to the door, and kicked the middle-aged man who was trying to get up.
The bitch middle-aged man screamed and yelled at the middle-aged woman: Give me the gun
The woman was very obedient and casually threw the gun to the middle-aged man.
The shotgun flew in the air and was suddenly firmly grasped by a hand.
Qin Zhiyuan couldn't laugh or cry, his IQ was a flaw.
Oh my god, you stupid woman. The middle-aged man was so angry that he beat the tiled floor and yelled.
You should be worried about this now. Qin Zhiyuan performed a beautiful trick and then put the muzzle of the gun on the middle-aged man's head.
No, please don't do this, you'll get angry. It's rare for a middle-aged man to be able to speak because his body is like chaff.
Then it's your unlucky fault. I've already said, don't play with this, it will hurt you. Qin Zhiyuan is not going to let it go lightly. Although it won't kill him, he still needs to be punished.
Bastard, let go of my husband. The middle-aged woman yelled and pounced on her like a hen guarding her chickens.
Bang
Qin Zhiyuan kicked the woman back, but luckily he restrained his strength, otherwise this kick would have killed the woman half her life.
Qin Zhiyuan has no credo not to hit women. When the situation calls for it, Qin Zhiyuan will not show mercy when killing women.
I am a policeman. I put down my weapon, lay on the ground, and raised my hands. The police shouted from behind Qin Zhiyuan. They came very quickly.
Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm, this gun belongs to the shop owner. Qin Zhiyuan shouted loudly, then unloaded the bullet, threw the bullet far away, held the shotgun upside down, and turned around slowly.
At this time, he was most afraid of moving too much. Qin Zhiyuan himself was not nervous, but he was afraid that the police would be nervous. If he was killed by mistake like this, Qin Zhiyuan was really unjustly killed.
Not far behind Qin Zhiyuan, two policemen hid at the street corner and behind the big trees on the roadside and pointed their revolvers at Qin Zhiyuan. Seeing the revolvers in the hands of the policemen, Qin Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
If you are hit by a bombardment, you will generally not die as long as it is not a vital point.
In my coat pocket, there is my ID. I am Qin Zhiyuan, Major General, Commander of the 1st Brigade of the Foreign Legion. I have no ill intentions. These two shopkeepers have discriminated against me and are suspected of murdering active duty soldiers. Your Baker and I
The gentleman is very familiar with me. I want to sue them. Qin Zhiyuan signaled to the two policemen and then threw the shotgun away from him.
The Chinese are very skilled at putting people in a bad position.
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