Chapter Eleven: The Pressure Is Not Small

  "Trust me, Uncle. Just submit this document with your and Commander Zhao's names on it, and I guarantee the Zhao family will benefit." Feng Sicheng knew that to persuade the old man, the first move was to appeal to his desire for the Zhao family's reputation. It could be said that what the old man had been most concerned about his whole life was how to make the Zhao family prosper. "Opportunities and risks coexist." After saying those words, Feng Sicheng added another sentence, as if telling Commander Zhao that it was precious to take risks, especially since even if the Gulf War hadn't happened, it wouldn't have had a huge impact on Commander Zhao. After all, he was now also the fourth commander of the Capital Military Region, a position that many people already considered impressive and worthy of admiration. However, in the eyes of national leaders, it wasn't a particularly crucial location. In the Capital Military Region alone, there were three people above him, plus the political commissar, making four people suppressing him. Although his rank was already at the level of a regular army commander, he actually had much less real power. And in peacetime, for military personnel to get promoted, especially at Uncle's age, it was necessary to take some risks and do things that ordinary people couldn't do in order to have a chance to rise to prominence.

  When he heard the words "opportunities and risks" together, Zhao Zhong's body trembled slightly. To be honest, at the age of 60, he was only a lieutenant general, and his life struggle goals had faded a lot. He just thought about how to get promoted to general when he retired. If Feng Sicheng's document predicted correctly, he would greatly benefit from it, and being promoted to general ahead of time was not impossible. He might even take on an even higher position, which would bring about a big change in his life. Maybe he could still work for another decade or even have great influence when he retired. Even if the prediction was wrong, there was nothing to worry about. The worst-case scenario was that he would retire as a lieutenant general, no big deal.

  It was precisely because he could have a decisive battle that General Zhao finally nodded. Even if it was just to show support for his grandson, General Zhao would still have to take the lead this time, and even if he failed, he would have no regrets. It seemed that Feng Siche would also remember this feeling, and in the end, he was still the winner.

  "Then I'll have your uncle summoned, let him come back and sign it, and I'll send it over tomorrow." Zhao made a firm decision, speaking to Feng Sizi with a similar guarantee.

  "Good!" Feng Siche nodded, he believed that the day of Zhao's family turning around would come. "And this is my opinion on the domestic economic situation, take a look, if possible, I hope to publish it in some influential newspapers." As he spoke, Feng Siche handed over another document.

  He glanced at the title "Economic Development, Reform and Opening-up, Healthy Development and Planning of the Securities Market". Zhao Zhong was taken aback for a moment. As the chief guard of the German En Prime Minister, he still knew that the leader had been paying close attention to securities market issues recently, and Feng Sichao could write articles on this aspect, it seemed that his vision was also good.

  "These are the experiences I gained from seeing some things in the UK, and I think they can play a certain role in our country's securities industry." Feng Sizhe brought out the words he had thought of long ago.

  Listening to Feng Sicheng, Zhao Zhong nodded, no mistake, his own grandson had been in the UK and was also majoring in finance and business management. He must have a unique perspective on the securities industry. Not being very familiar with this aspect, Zhao Zhong couldn't come up with any opinions and didn't examine the material carefully, but put it aside, "Alright, I'll show this to a few insiders tomorrow, if it's okay, we can publish it in the internal reference."

  As soon as Zhao Zhong said that, Feng Sizi was stunned. What is the internal reference? He wouldn't know that it's a document within the party that the General Secretary and central leaders would read, a heavyweight file that can be said to show Zhao Zhong's trust in Feng Sizi by nodding at him to put this document on the internal reference, also showing that for his grandson's development, he is willing to make great efforts.

  Feng Sicheng nodded to his uncle and walked out. As he was leaving, he heard his uncle picking up the phone and saying that he was looking for Zhao Wanjiang who was staying at the General Staff Reception Office.

  Uncle Zhao Wanjiang was originally the commander of the 18th Division of the Northeast Military Region, a division-level position, which is equivalent to a department-level position in local government. Coincidentally, he was attending a military affairs conference in the capital and was staying at the General Staff's guest house due to work. Upon hearing that his father had summoned him, he immediately returned to the Siheyuan from the guest house.

  Feng Siche only saw his eldest uncle hastily entering the quadrangle courtyard, and in less than an hour, he came out again. Judging from his footsteps, he seemed to be hesitant and excited at the same time.

  The next day, in the afternoon class of Zhong Qing, Feng Si Zhe had no idea what was being taught. He was still thinking about the impact of the two documents he had submitted on behalf of his grandfather, uncle and himself. This was the first big thing Feng Si Zhe had done since his rebirth, and he hoped that history would not change, and that his estimates were correct. Only then could Feng Si Zhe's gamble be considered successful, and his wish to make the Zhao family flourish would come true.

  Feng Si Zhe, who had been waiting at the courtyard house early in the morning, was very disappointed. His grandfather and uncle did not return home for lunch, nor did they make a phone call. This made Feng Si Zhe think that his plan to find out what would happen if he left early had fallen through. It wasn't until evening when the sound of a car horn came from outside the door that Feng Si Zhe looked at the entrance of the courtyard house with a more serious gaze, and then saw his grandfather and uncle walking in from the main gate with serious faces.

  "Uncle and Big Uncle, how are you?" Yu Tian ran to the center of the courtyard, looking at his uncle and big uncle.

  The elder uncle was taken aback, then lowered his head and didn't speak. Instead, the grandfather smiled at Feng Si Zhe and said, "Hehe, Zhe's article about securities has been shown to several economists, they all support some of the points you raised in the article, and also agree that it will be published in tomorrow's internal reference, Zhe, you're amazing!"

  Indeed, as a 22-year-old Feng Zhe can publish articles in Neican, and it's not just some trivial small article, but rather a lengthy one with tens of thousands of words, which is already quite remarkable.

  Feng Siche was delighted to hear his own manuscript being read at the meeting. But he wanted to know what kind of reaction the military article about the Gulf War he wrote for his grandfather and uncle would elicit, so Feng Siche just smiled slightly and asked in a low voice: "Grandfather, what's the attitude towards that article about the Gulf War?"

  "Some people have criticized us, saying we are hoping for chaos everywhere. Others say that the Gulf War is impossible to fight and the US won't be so impulsive as to start a second Vietnam War." My big uncle was straightforward and directly expressed some opinions of the Military Commission leaders.

  "Wanyong, don't talk nonsense." Zhao Zhong scolded his eldest son, then turned to Feng Siche and said, "It's okay, Zhe'er, it's normal to have different opinions when encountering problems."

  "Hmm, but please rest assured, Grandfather and Uncle, I won't shoot blindly, the war will definitely start, just wait and see." As soon as Feng Siche heard his grandfather and uncle say this, he knew that the article about the war starting must have been criticized by a certain member of the Military Commission. However, Feng Siche was not worried, and even felt some joy, for the more different voices there were, the more it would prove his grandfather's and uncle's foresight. The only thing he was worried about was whether his grandfather and uncle could withstand this pressure."

  Looking at Feng Si Zhe's confident eyes, Zhao Zhong nodded again, "Mm, this time I and your uncle are both prepared, it's nothing."

  Feeling the gaze of his grandfather's love, Feng Si Zhe knew that for his own sake, his grandfather would not have any complaints no matter what he did. From this, he was even more determined to make a name for himself, even if it was just for the Zhao family and for his grandfather's expectations of him, he could not let them down.

  He turned back to the house and wrote another article titled "Modern Eyes on Modern Local Warfare - Military Revolution Cannot Wait". The main idea of this article is that as a military man, one cannot use past experiences to talk about the global military situation. With the progress of society, the form of war will become more unpredictable, and using old ideas to look at new societies will inevitably make the country's military stagnant. In order to keep up with the pace of world military affairs, military revolution and reform are imperative. This time, unlike before, he signed his own name.