Chapter 55: Two or three things to go to Yangcheng

Nie Zhonghua was a little staggering when he left Wang's house. At the same time, Wang Yunshan was notifying the relevant person in charge of the corps on the phone and immediately selected the team members who participated in the first fighter jet driving training. Wang Qibu stood at the door of his house and waved his goodbye to the generous uncle named Nie. Yes, this is a text that does not rhyme and has a very abrupt writing. But it expresses a complete ending very bluntly; it is very similar to because Wang Qibu's demon sword cut Commander Nie very easily, so Captain Wang successfully won a lot of effort for his team members.

The division-level coaching brigade is not counted, and even exaggeratedly got a flight opportunity of 200 flights a year. You should know that this is almost the limit that the air commander of a military region can decide on his own. On the other hand, the special forces corps have paid much less; they have two regular small-scale joint exercises with the Lingnan Air Force every year. Yes, such light weights are difficult to cooperate, or to say, the balance of transactions. Therefore, this is destined that these are just superficial things that Wang Yunshan himself has paid.

Nie Zhonghua, forty-eight years old, is an absolute young and strong school at the level of the chief and deputy commander of the military region. It is very glorious, but before this attribution, he has to add a "seemingly" one. Even if he still has a long military career, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he has reached the peak of power in this life and cannot make progress. Why? This involves the taboo topic; the senior generals of the Lingnan Military Region are almost all the confidants promoted by the fat man after the catastrophe. They are naturally prosperous all over Lingnan, but if you want to go further, you can get along.

It is extremely difficult to enter the military center of that country. This is also a common sense. These old marshals and old political commissars, one of them supervises the country and govern the country, have indeed changed their direction and seized the power of some big men. Although these big men are dissatisfied with such historical problems, they will never see the intensification of this situation. It is ironic to say that if Nie Zhonghua was already old at this time, it would be within the tolerance of those people. But it was such a politically-like wolf and tiger, so...

Nie Zhonghua clearly felt that his colleagues in Beijing maintained a slight enthusiasm for him, and he was distant. There was even a discussion meeting on the promotion and assessment of senior cadres. He was intentionally or unintentionally ignored by the conference team without prior notice. So he arrived at the venue about ten minutes later than others. How explicit and marginalized! Sit and wait for death? He was unwilling to give in. He complained to the boss? He is not a political idiot. It is hard to imagine a feeling called desperate and overwhelming in such a person all day long.

In his heart, it is hard to say that Wang Yunshan, the youngest general of the Republic, invited him to his home because he saw this and talked about an exploitative cooperation. Nie Zhonghua had to use all his strength in his hand to exchange for an ally who was at its peak in Beijing. Even though this ally did not give him any promises, and his beloved son gave him a big and small problem... So, what a complex game is politics. A seemingly simple home-cooked meal contains such rich content.

After returning the first-class ticket to Hong Kong, Wang Qibu took Nie Zhonghua's down-air fan to Yangcheng. Here he will receive complete system fighter pilot training until he graduates or after three minutes of passion cooling in Nie Zhonghua's view.

"Seven Steps, I'll go home with Uncle Nie in a while. I'll ask someone to take you around in Yangcheng tomorrow. Your father's team members will not arrive tomorrow, and formal training will only start after the day." He took a special car from the military region and Nie Zhonghua came out of the apron, and he was calling Wang Qi Trail, who was in the military uniform next to him.

"Don't worry, there are still some things in Hong Kong. The helicopter has arrived. Just take me to the Garden Hotel." Wang Qibu said after hanging up the phone.

A respectful sentence made Nie Zhonghua stunned. First of all, this was too adult, and with Wang Qibu's calm and calm expression at the moment, Nie Zhonghua was in a daze. Secondly, this sentence contained too much information, so large that if you think too much, you would inevitably touch something called "secret". The tentacles of the Wang family had already extended to the other side of the sea? Although Jiuqi was approaching, the closer it was, the more undercurrents it would be. Or maybe this was the Wang family standing for the adults, which might be relatively large. But what can a ten-year-old child do? Or... "You are alone, well, not very safe." After thinking about almost a dozen possibilities, Nie Zhonghua didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Uncle Nie, my parents also know about my trip to Hong Kong, and the people who came were classmates and good friends from Baoshan, so you can rest assured about safety issues." Wang Qibu said, and in order to reduce the other party's concerns, he also carried the fat man out.

"Okay, but I'm going to watch you get on the plane." Nie Zhonghua, who decided to stop delving into the matter after hearing Wang Qibu's clear explanation, said. In fact, there was another reason why he stopped insisting, that is, there were very few people who could obtain the qualifications to fly between Hong Kong and the mainland in this era. Apart from the government, there were only the names and surnames, so even if something unexpected happened, the parties involved were very easy to find. And if he was really worried, sending another plane to follow him, which was nothing more than just a matter of randomly assigning a cruise mission.

In the dome hall of the Garden Hotel, Song Ai Meng made a gesture to give Wang Qibu a warm hug. Although he knew that this was the British etiquette that the other party had developed since childhood, Wang Qibu still refused very disgusted. The two guys with their hands were hugging each other, would it be too disgusting?

"Uncle Nie, this is Song Ai Meng, his father is Song Chengfeng, who is doing business in Hong Kong and started a business called Song's family." Wang Qibu introduced him as Ermao.

After hearing the words Song Chengfeng, Nie Zhonghua's eyes twitched. He was almost the most senior financial supporter in Southeast Asia. Although he had no intersection, this did not prevent Nie Zhonghua from admiring the big capitalist who had never met and had the ability to influence the political landscape of Southeast Asia.

"Hello Uncle Nie." If you don't care about Wang Qibu's introduction, Song Ai Meng said hello politely.

"Hello, Little Aimeng." He didn't say anything more, but just replied with a smile. Even if he admired him, he wanted a general of the Republic to let go of his reserve. A chaebol, even the largest chaebol, is not enough. Not only did the class system of scholars, farmers, workers, and merchants in China for many years, but he said that even in the past, the general was despised by even the scholars.

At this brief introduction, several men and women rushed towards the direction where the three were. Naturally, they were stopped by security personnel and two guards who had no idea where they came out.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm Feng Jin, the general manager of the Garden Hotel." The middle-aged man standing in front reported his identity because he had learned about Nie Zhonghua's identity through the arrogant military vehicle parked in front of the gate, or the license plate above. He didn't seem too panic when he came prepared. To be honest, he had expected such a bloody guard blocking scene, but it would be fine if he didn't know it. However, as a department-level cadre in the system, if he learned that the deputy general of the military region in the region had reached his own acre of three-point land and did not come out to ask for peace, he would probably not be able to sleep for a long time.

"Let him come over." Nie Zhonghua said lightly.

Feng Jin came over and gave a standard military salute first, and then said, "Welcome to the chief to inspect the work."

"Haha, have you been a soldier?" Without any prefix, Nie Zhonghua directly used the term "you".

"The soldiers in 1976 served in the 55th Army and followed General Xu to fight the Vietnam War for several years. In 1986, they were demobilized due to injuries and were a regiment commander before they were transferred to their jobs." Feng Jin replied, his tone and expression were very proud.

"The soldiers from the front line of Laoshan are all good." Nie Zhonghua said and patted Feng Jin's shoulder. Compared to his previous coldness, he was obviously much closer.

"Chief, it's time to eat, why don't you stay here and have a meal?" Feng Jin, who had successfully set up a magnet, struck while the iron was hot, and discussed.

"Qianbu, are you hungry, classmate Ai Meng?" If it were just him, Nie Zhonghua would have refused without hesitation. But with these two children beside him, he should have asked this question in terms of emotion and reason. So Feng Jin naturally fell on Wang Qibu and Song Ai Meng. When he saw Wang Qibu's military uniform and the little star on his shoulder, he almost cried out.

Nani? Uh, no, yes, isn't it! This teenager is actually a lieutenant! Well, although according to the principle of first-level transfer before transfer, his highest military rank was colonel. But this is not a question of level at all! He doesn't know anything else, but he dares to be sure that the deputy commander of the region and the commander-in-chief of the air force in front of him. No, even the commander-in-chief of the region would not dare to give such a little kid a title. Then...only... thinking of this, Feng Jin was so sad that he was frightened and swallowed unconsciously.

"I'm a little hungry after making the plane all morning. Uncle Nie, why don't we eat something simple first?" I couldn't stand the various difficult expressions that Feng Jin showed when he looked at him, especially Wang Qibu, who was saliva, couldn't help but speak.

Nie Zhonghua nodded, and Song Ai Meng naturally would not have any objections.

"Uncle Feng, I'll trouble you." Wang Qibu nodded like Feng Jin. However, he never expected that he almost scared the other party. Feng Jin, who had already had a rough guess about Wang Qibu's identity, hurriedly said, "It should be, it should be." Then he led the group to eat in the private room.

Although it was less than 1993, the interior decoration of the Garden Hotel had already reached a certain level of luxury. Compared with the Kyoto Hotel, the most prominent feature is the momentum. This place is the dazzling Don Juan. After sitting on a sequoia chair, Wang Qibu said again, "Uncle Feng, the helicopter on the top floor came to pick me up. Since you are the big manager here, can you waive the cost of renting a tarmac? By the way, my name is Wang Qibu. I am afraid that you will be disturbed by you when I came to Yangcheng." Although I knew that the Song family could not care about this little money, Wang Qibu still said so. Yangcheng is a place where Wang Qibu will definitely come often in the future, and it is not a bad thing to have a good relationship with the leader of this biggest hotel.

"Qianbu, what you said is wrong. You will naturally live in Uncle Nie's house in Yangcheng in the future." It was also a scene, but Nie Zhonghua still had to say it. Especially after seeing this child being able to use the method of winning over so skillfully, he felt that he could no longer regard him as a child.

"Uncle Nie, don't be too young, but I have to be busy with a lot of things. My parents are naturally at ease living in you, but it is not so convenient to do things. For example, this helicopter, if you really dare to fly to your house, you will definitely be sieve." Wang Qibu explained so, putting his posture very low.

"Hahaha" everyone laughed.

Nie Zhonghua said something like "You guy!" and scolded me.

Seeing the opportunity, Feng Jin said, "Seven Steps, Uncle Feng, I have no other skills, but I can't speak this hotel. In the future, you can just come here to settle here. A few days ago, I also got a membership system here." He said, and handed over a gold-plated metal card, and said, "Hold this, when you come here, no one will ask you for money."

"Isn't this good?" Wang Qibu was so frightened that it seemed like that.

"Hold it." Feng Jin's face was lifted very much.

The soldiers seemed to have the temperament of saying that they could do it, just like Nie Zhonghua said before that he would watch Wang Qibu get on the plane. After watching the plane break through the air, he turned around and ordered Feng Jin behind him, "In the future, this child will come to you, in addition to taking security measures, you must notify me as soon as possible."

"Ensure the completion of the task." Feng Jin stood upright.

Nie Zhonghua patted Feng Jin's shoulder with satisfaction, and then stepped forward and murmured softly, "Seize the opportunity well and take the line of Premier Wang. It is your great luck and great blessing."

This whisper that even the wind seems to be blowing away is very light, but it is utterly thunder for Feng Jin. Premier Wang’s grandson just called me a few words of uncle?

After a long time, he suddenly smiled, and his face full of vicissitudes of life was as bright as a mountain of flowers!
Chapter completed!