Chapter 45 Transoceanic Telephone (Additional Chapter)

  As a former soldier, today is also a memorable day. For this reason, I will make a small explosion today and add three more chapters for all the passionate soldiers.

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  On New Year's Day, Feng Siche woke up very early.

  Although everyone played very late last night, especially Feng Si Zhe in order to get closer to his sisters' feelings, and they played cards with them until after 2 o'clock. Fortunately, he has been practicing martial arts since childhood, listening to his grandfather's words, as the saying goes "winter training three nine, summer training three fu", his body is very good, and he recovered in just three hours of sleep.

  Got up early, washed face and rinsed mouth, then went to pay respects to my grandfather, because today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, the first day of the new year, time was really tight, he didn't go to practice Tai Chi as usual, but walked to the gate of the quadrangle courtyard with the staff beside my grandfather to paste couplets.

  Because today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, many staff members are on holiday, and only a few people whose families are not in Beijing are busy here, which makes it obvious that there is a severe shortage of manpower. Feng Sicheng simply lent a hand to help everyone rush together.

  Today, Zhao Mingyuan's home is destined to be lively. The news has been circulating for a long time, and as early as last year, it was rumored that Zhao Zhong would be promoted from the fourth deputy commander of the Kyoto Military Region to the political commissar of Kyoto.

  Although it may seem out of place for General Zhao Mingyuan to suddenly be promoted to a political commissar, the two articles written by him and his father about the modernization of the Gulf War are not to be taken lightly. The war is still ongoing, and this kind of vision is not something that just anyone can have. In today's military modernization efforts, who can say that Zhao Mingyuan's thinking does not possess a strong technological perspective?

  Everyone knows that Zhao Mingyuan's promotion to General this time is just a stepping stone, and it won't be long before he replaces the Commander of the Kyoto Military Region. It's not like the Political Commissar of the Kyoto Military Region is in poor health, and the Commander is due to retire next year, so it's likely that Zhao Mingyuan will coincidentally get promoted again next year and become the Commander of the Kyoto Military Region. Anyway, he has been through three major battles, and his qualifications are quite old.

  Because the 13th Central Committee of the Communist Party of China has just concluded its seventh plenary session, Zhao Mingyuan, who is about to take office as General Zhao, will have to wait until next year to perform the ceremony of promotion to a higher rank. Otherwise, he might already be wearing three golden pips on his shoulder now.

  Feng Wanyong, the eldest uncle, also stole the show this time. With the help of this article and the appreciation and love of the Central Military Commission, including He Shasha's grandfather He Lao, who also helped to speak out, he will be transferred from his position as commander of the 18th Division of the Northeastern Theater Command to serve as chief of staff of the Capital Rapid Reaction Force. Although it is still a division-level position in terms of rank, (the commander and political commissar of the Capital Rapid Reaction Force are high-ranking officials), being transferred from the Northeast to the capital and serving in the Capital Rapid Reaction Force is already considered a half-grade promotion. It can be said that this is already very enviable. Anyone can see that at this level, if someone were to move down to another theater command, they would definitely be promoted by one grade.

  As Zhao's father and son gained more importance in the military, it was natural that many high-ranking officers would come to pay their respects today. Therefore, preparations needed to be made early on.

  With the help of the quadrangle courtyard staff, the couplets were posted and the dust at the gate was swept away. The morning dumplings had already been cooked, and the family gathered together again to eat happily. However, unlike last night, Feng Sichao's sisters were visibly a bit down in spirit, their eyes somewhat red-rimmed, clearly due to staying up too late and not getting enough rest.

  The basic meaning of New Year's visit is roughly the same, with subordinates visiting their superiors to show respect and exchange feelings. People are like this, the more they interact, the better their relationship becomes, otherwise there wouldn't be a saying that "distant relatives are not as good as nearby neighbors".

  Most of the people who came in the morning were some military personnel, one by one with armor, there were school officers and generals, of course, school officers were more numerous, among whom were also mixed a few promising lieutenant officers.

  Those officers who can come here are generally received by Major General Zhao Wanyong, the chief of staff, and only a few generals can walk in front of General Zhao Zhong and chat with him for a few words, talking about happy topics that everyone likes to hear. This also shows that General Zhao is still very dignified in the army and not anyone can enter his eyes.

  Feng Siche, who was not very interested in these things, chatted with them for a few sentences at the beginning, and after being polite, he simply found an excuse to slip away and entered his grandfather's study. There were some telephones here, of course, only Feng Siche had the privilege of entering Zhao Mingyuan's study in the Zhao family.

  Feng Si Zhe sat here waiting for his mother's phone call, today is the first day of Lunar New Year, she promised to call. Of course, there was also Alice, she would also give Feng Si Zhe a call today, and he felt it was time to clear things up with this beautiful girl who had always liked him.

  "Ding ding ding, ding ding ding, the phone rang. Just as it finished its third ring, Feng Sicheng picked it up and said, 'Hello, this is General Zhao Mingyuan's residence.'"

  "Hehe, Zhe'er, it's me." A gentle and loving voice came from the other end of the line.

  As soon as he heard it, Feng Sicheng chuckled and said, "Mom, Happy New Year! I'm giving you a New Year's greeting over the phone. Wishing you to be younger and more beautiful every year, making lots of money, and having a great mood."

  "Alright, alright, the more money I make, it will all be yours in the future, won't it? Haha." The mother on the other end of the phone was clearly in a good mood, hearing her son's voice was so delightful, at least she felt less guilty about leaving Feng Sichao in the country. At first, she was really worried that her son, who had lived in England for many years, would not adapt to the environment of the Republic, but now it was fine, listening to Feng Sichao's voice and his words, Zhao Lirong felt much better.

  "How's it going, mom? Didn't make a killing on oil futures?" Feng Siche asked in a low voice on the phone. He knew that as soon as the Iraq war started, oil prices would rise and futures trading would be profitable. What he didn't know was how much money his mother had invested - whether she really believed in her own words and put all her capital into it, or just gave a perfunctory response without taking any significant action. This was a risk-free business opportunity, a chance to make the first pot of gold, and Feng Siche didn't want to let it slip away.