"Welcome home!" The two deputy brigade commanders saluted with the two rows of officers behind, but Ming Qishao didn't look at it, and nodded with his head down and entered the house. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Where did Lao Zhu go?" everyone surrounded him and walked quickly into the headquarters operations conference room.

"I wish the commander that he is not on duty today, and he should rest at home......" someone immediately answered.

"This guy is still this virtuous ......" Ming Qishao sneered and shook his head, "Okay, tell me about the recent situation of the troops." ”

The door was closed, and the secretary and the treasurer immediately whispered.

"How's your account going?"

"What else? Just flatten it out......"

"Qi Shao didn't bring any other finances when he came back this time, right?"

"Don't worry, it's still an old acquaintance, it's all done. ”

Su Jibei listened silently on the side, and didn't make a sound, just pressed the brim of his hat low.

After a full forty minutes, the door of the battle conference room finally opened, and Ming Qishao came over.

"The secretaries and finances of each unit are here?" Ming Qishao opened his mouth as soon as he sat down.

"Report chief, it's all here. All the expenses and financial data are here. ”

"Good. A few of you watch first. The few finances who followed Ming Qishao in immediately sat down, and privately exchanged glances with the people here.

Ming Qishao was not idle, and casually picked up the account book closest to him and looked at it: "Which unit is this?"

"Report! This is our first battalion!" and our first infantry battalion!" said the secretary of the division.

"Well...... I purchased 50,000 pounds of onions last quarter? What are you doing with so many onions?"

"Report to the chief, the training intensity of the infantry battalion is high, and it is easy to suffer from fatigue fractures and overwork in normal times, eating more onions can prevent osteoporosis, and at the same time it can also sterilize and cure colds, dilate blood vessels, moisten the intestines and laxative......"

It seems that the secretary must have done a lot of homework.

"Oh...... That's pretty good, I always say, you logistics people, you must always put the needs of the soldiers first, especially food, both good food and healthy food, this onion is very good......"

Su Jibei was angry and funny, this Ming Qishao was really the same as what Xue Yiyun said, although he cared about his work, he couldn't find the point at all, and if you were to eat that little onion every day, you would have to kill this group of people.

"Well...... Yes, there are meat and vegetarian dishes, and there are dinners on holidays, and the food is good!" Ming Qishao nodded while watching.

Just as the secretary thought with a smile that this level had passed, unexpectedly, Ming Qishao had just finished flipping through a book and was about to put it down, but he was caught by a hand-

Su Jibei almost teleported in front of the secretary and caught the account book that Ming Qishao put down.

The secretary was stunned for a moment, not knowing which one this recruit had done.

Su Jibei took the account book regardless of it, looked at it, it didn't matter, and he saw the problem in an instant.

"According to the entry and exit accounts in the ledger, 50,000 catties of onions were purchased in the last quarter alone, so according to the amount I saw in the canteen today, almost 300 catties are used for cooking in the camp every day, 9,000 catties in a month, and 27,000 catties in a quarter, so not counting the inventory of the previous quarter, there should be 23,000 catties of onions left in this quarter alone......"

"But according to this inventory table, the onions in stock now are only 630 catties, even if there is an error in the middle, there will be no error of 22,000 catties, right?

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

Ming Qishao's brows furrowed, and he hurriedly grabbed the account book and began to compare them.

But that's not all—

"And according to the payment on the accounts, the wholesale price of onions sold to us by this agricultural trading company is eight cents per catty, but because of the weather this year, the purchase price of this company is only two cents, and the top-level retailer is only eight cents a catty, why is the purchase price sold to us a dollar more expensive?"

"And the menu shown in the accounts has milk and eggs every morning, beef at noon, and whole chicken and braised fish on weekends...... Where did all this stuff go? Why do I eat three meals a day with shredded onions and pickles?"

The air in the conference room froze.

"You guy, what are you talking nonsense! Why don't you get out of here quickly!" the secretary reacted and pulled Su Jibei to push him out.

"Hey—"

Ming Qishao suddenly spoke, and his tone was so cold.

"What about the military people?"

"Here!"

"Seal all the accounts here! Bring all the secretaries and treasurers here to the guard barracks and lock them up!"

"Yes!"

Ming Qishao was really angry, and no one dared to say more than half a word, so he had to do it immediately.

After everyone went out, there were only two people left in the conference room, Su Jibei and Ming Qishao.

Ming Qi rarely saw everyone go out, so he smiled: "Okay, what's the use of you pressing your hat so low, I know ...... when it is burned to ashes."

Su Jibei laughed at this time, took off his hat and said with a smile: "With your IQ, wouldn't it be embarrassing if I disguised you and couldn't recognize it." ”

"Come on, come on, sit down!" Ming Qishao helped him pull out the chair as if he had changed someone, and pulled him down cordially, "The imperial capital will be goodbye, it will take half a year." Why did you suddenly come to my territory?"

"I should have said that, why did you come to my territory?" Su Jibei gave him a blank look.

"Well...... It's hard to put into words......"

"It's hard to say it, so it's a long story short. ”

“……”

"It's you...... Didn't you hear from the marshal that you were giving your group of children special training in Jiangcheng? Do you really want to use these little kids to rebuild the Strategy Bureau?"

"Gu Tinglan is really big mouthed, did he tell you all this?"

"No, no, how could the marshal tell me this kind of secret, I listened to the old man. ”

Su Jibei was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the old man in his words was referring to Gu Tinglan's father, the founding boss of the empire, and the west wind of the Black Salvation Association.

"How could you ......"

"It's a long story again......"

"I said you ......"

"This is not the place to talk, go to my office. ”

When the old people reunited, there was always something to say, and the two walked out of the conference room side by side, and outside were the officers who were covered in cold sweat and nervous.

"Look at everything! Go back to your office! Remind the military affairs side that today, these secretaries and finances are not honest, whether it is finance, military affairs, or the entire agency—no one should think about it! You guys are fucking comfortable, and you've had enough of your fucking comfortable days!" Ming Qishao scolded for a while, which made the crowd scatter.

When he arrived at the door of the chief of staff's office, Ming Qishao suddenly said, "Remind you, my room will definitely make you stunned." ”

"Stop being verbose, open the door quickly. ”

As Ming Qishao unscrewed the door lock, the two pushed the door in, and Su Jibei was indeed dumbfounded-

A plaque on the front of me, with white letters on a green background, reads two simple words - sugar.

On the long table under the plaque are three knives - Onitoru , Kazuchi Monji and Akisui, and there is a scale model of the Sonny and the other scale model next to it.

The paperweight on the desk turned out to be a Sasuke PVC figure rubbing Chidori, and the stack of books on the filing cabinet was not military literature but "Shonen JUMP", and even the curtains were full of JPMP all-stars, what Kakarot, JOJO, Kenshin, Aizen, Kenjiro or something, and the most exaggerated thing was that there was an exaggerated "justice" naval cloak hanging from his military uniform on the hanger.

"What a dead house chief of staff. The north wind couldn't laugh or cry.