Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 2798

Zhang Bolin said "too" twice but couldn't find a very suitable word. It’s best described as “a flower stuck in cow dung”.

But he immediately chose the more lethal moral high ground: "Liu Xiang has had several life secretaries and has children. He talks like a father and can't be more greasy. Xiao Zhang will marry him?" !”

Dongmen Chuiyu thought that it would be hard for you to express what is in your heart. Although in his opinion, the possibility of Zhang Yunmi falling in love with Liu Xiang is not necessarily greater than that of him. But Xiao Zhang has been training locally in the past few years, and he has vaguely gained the momentum to lead a political party. Liu Xiang is also a rising star in the galaxy of the Senate. The future district chief or "prime minister" is within range. Within.

If Xiao Zhang is an ambitious woman, it is not impossible to join forces through marriage. It's just that this possibility is very small. At least according to Dongmen Chuiyu, Zhang Yunmi is not such a person.

Of course, these can only be regarded as conjectures. After all, no one knows Zhang Yunmi’s true inner thoughts.

Dongmen thought about it and said, "Berlin, when Xiao Zhang was a student, he liked to wear beautiful clothes, sing, dance and become an idol. This is the privilege of young girls, but idols must graduate after all. Xiao Zhang, has graduated. Now she has her own job and life. Xiao Zhang is now an adult. It is her personal freedom to be close to whom she likes. Everyone is equal."

"I understand, I understand." Zhang Bolin said eagerly, "But I just don't feel angry or unhappy. I can totally accept that Yunmi doesn't like me. My temper can be a bit harsh sometimes, but I'm not unreasonable. Of course she has the freedom to choose. I completely accept Xiao Zhang talking about being friends with others, but why is it Mayor Liu? I think the grandson named Liu deceived Xiao Zhang by taking advantage of his job!"

Dongmen Chuiyu persuaded: "Who said Zhang Yunmi and Mayor Liu are acting like friends? Aren't you making friends out of thin air?"

"It's said like this in Guangzhou..."

"This is a rumor. Don't they just have more working relationships?"

Zhang Bolin seemed not to have heard anything and continued to vent his dissatisfaction: "Yes, he, Liu Xiang, is now the mayor of Guangzhou Special City and a high official in the border areas. Because of his work relationship, he can still show his so-called power in front of Xiao Zhang every day. Political skill and ability. If you follow Liu Xiang, you will get a lot of political support and help, now and in the future.

"But so what? Without Liu Xiang's support and help, wouldn't Xiao Zhang be able to get ahead?!

"There are more than 500 heads in the Senate, and not all of them have to do administrative work. When the control area expands, there will be a large number of vacant positions, and even the Jiangxiang elders will have to fill them, even if they can only follow the steps. I’m afraid there are not enough qualified people to fill the vacancies. Without Liu Xiang’s so-called support and help, Xiao Zhang would have no problem becoming a district leader.”

Dongmen spread his hands: "Isn't this the end? With or without Mayor Liu's support, Xiao Zhang will become a big leader. She is young and has plenty of opportunities."

"I'm just afraid that Xiao Zhang didn't think about it for a while and let his grandson Liu take advantage of it." Zhang Bolin looked worried, "When I figure it out and understand it, can I still stab this guy?"

"I understand your concern for Xiao Zhang." Dongmen paused. "My personal opinion. Xiao Zhang has already thought of these things you are thinking of. As for whether he might be temporarily confused by Mayor Liu's 'advantage' and accidentally get on a pirate ship, I don't think so."

"Why?" Zhang Bolin was puzzled.

"No reason. There is no definite evidence. I just believe that Xiao Zhang can figure out that Mayor Liu's so-called 'advantage' is just a special state during this period."

Zhang Bolin was still worried. "My other fear is that this rumor has already spread among the naturalized cadres. I'm afraid that she won't be able to withstand the pressure for a while and let Liu Shizhang take advantage of her."

"Since you like her, you have to believe her. Besides, these are all rumors. As long as she makes up her mind, no one else can shake her." Dongmen Chuiyu thought: Liu Xiang has no chance with Zhang Yunmi, and neither do you!

Suddenly, thunderous cheers and applause erupted in the venue, interrupting the whispers in the stands, and the elders followed suit and applauded in vain.

Ming Qiu, People's Commissar of the Navy, stood in the most popular position on the rostrum of the Bairen University Stadium. He looked around at the neatly dressed students and planning migrant workers in the stands, and then looked down at several neat Fubo military formations on the field. At He Ming's request, he gave a brief speech, nothing more than making persistent efforts to strive for a greater victory. There was not much excitement or joy in Mingqiu's heart. People's Commissar of the Navy Mingqiu stayed on the sea of ​​Kinmen forever. The only one left here is a retired former naval officer. He has submitted his resignation to the Senate and resigned from the post of People's Commissar of the Navy. He will later become an instructor at the Hong Kong Naval Academy, teaching and educating people for the rest of his life, laying the foundation for the future navy.

Tan Shuangxi stood in the center of Bairen Stadium. The feeling of being surrounded by tens of thousands of people cheering made him a little tipsy. It’s worth it to have such an honor in this life! He listened very carefully to the speeches of the two chiefs. The deafening sounds coming from all directions made it difficult for him not to be serious.

"...We all come from all over the world and come together for a common goal. Today we have led the entire Hainan and Guangdong, but it is not enough. We need more resources and more people to follow us. Only by working together can we achieve the liberation of the whole country..."

Tan Shuangxi recalled the thought that occurred to him while marching in the morning: Why should we fight? He was originally a refugee from Guangdong. After purification, he was assigned to Ma Niao because he knew how to dry the salt.

During the Chengmai War, he went to the front line as a civilian husband and participated in the work of transporting ammunition and treating the wounded. The smoke and blood on the battlefield inspired his bloody spirit and joined the battle on the front line. Fighting with officers and soldiers on the earth embankment, trying to transport the wounded. At that time, his thoughts were very simple and he never wanted to live the same life as before.

After the war, the new recruit company trained near Chengmai and organized everyone to visit the Chengmai camp of the Ming army. Some Chengmai people were invited to tell them about their experiences at that time. A woman wept bitterly describing how her husband bravely defended the city, but was caught and beheaded by the army and treated as the head of the Fubo army to avenge his military honors. An old man cried out that before the army was defeated, they robbed everything in his house and insulted his daughter-in-law. He secretly made up his mind that he would never let the officers and soldiers set foot in this new hometown again, and his family would be beheaded to repay their merits. This belief supported his military career, but on the transport ship heading north, he began to be confused again. This is not his hometown. Why should I "liberate" these people who have nothing to do with me? This morning, on the banks of the Wenlan River, he seemed to have found the answer. In order to protect the peaceful life of his hometown, he was really willing to risk his life; but it seemed that he was not, but what about the north? What about Guangdong, Guangxi, and even the land of the Ming Dynasty further away? It doesn’t seem like it’s worth it.

During the days and nights of fighting between Guangdong and Guangxi, every soldier who fell beside him suddenly returned to his side in an instant. "...Save me..." A soldier's chest was bleeding, blood foam was spraying from his mouth, and his hands were clawing in the air.

"Platoon commander, the company commander ordered you to meet with the battalion headquarters for a meeting when you arrive at the camp. You have a new mission." A messenger ran over from the front of the team and pulled Tan Shuangxi from Guangdong and Guangxi back to the peaceful world of Lingao. Tan Shuangxi calmed down his emotions by replying to the messenger. At this time, the welcome ceremony was over. There were still many cheering people in the stands, but there was no one on the rostrum. The teams in front had begun to leave the stadium.

It was already dusk when Tan Shuangxi arrived at the station. The distance from Bairen to Maxiao was not worth mentioning to the soldiers who were used to marching. What's more, they were still walking on paved roads - this was much better than walking on the "official roads" and all kinds of narrow paths in Guangdong and Guangxi.

This road is the most familiar to soldiers, especially for veterans like Tan Shuangxi, who has walked the road from Bairen to Ma Niao countless times. When the troops were "supporting work and agriculture," most of the work sites were reached along this road. Even the road itself bears their sweat.

From a simple road that can barely pass vehicles, to a road paved with soot gravel and flat enough for carriages to drive briskly, there have been so many changes, it can really be said to be "changing with each passing day."

There were people coming and going on the county road. People gathered on the roadside in groups, watching the troops return, and people kept asking for news. The speed of travel has never been faster. We didn’t arrive at Ma Niao Fort until noon.

Ma Niaobao also set up a welcoming formation. The left-behind team of the First Battalion and the wounded and sick who had been sent to Majiao Army Hospital for recuperation came to the camp gate to welcome them. The comrades-in-arms met and were particularly affectionate. They asked about the current situation along the way and news about acquaintances. They were both surprised and happy. Sadness and lamentation.

Returning to Maziaobao is considered as going home. The canteen has already prepared steaming hot meals, including chicken, duck, and fish, and it's a buffet style. You can eat as much as you want, as long as it's enough. Even if you can't drink alcohol on weekdays, this time it is open to the public. Boxes of Wenlanhe beer are available. As long as you don't drink, you can do whatever you want.

Tan Shuangxi did not eat or drink as much as others. As the acting platoon commander, he and all company platoon commanders were ordered to stay awake so that they could deal with anything at night.

Although the camp didn't say what it was "dealing with", everyone knew it. Beware of nighttime disturbances.

People who had served in the Ming army said that this was called "battalion roaring". In the middle of the night, someone would have nightmares and howl wildly, and the whole battalion would start a riot, and some would kill and trample each other. In the past, Tan Shuangxi and the others only thought of it as a "story." After all, he had never encountered anything like this.