Yu Qingcheng put his hands behind his back and thought carefully. Suddenly, her mind lit up: because there are two places that the people of the country can't control, and Chinese mainland doesn't care much.

One is Oros.

Of course, this old Mao Zi can't be provoked, and Yu Qingcheng can't be provoked. But there is another one, and that is Ba□tan.

"Baba Yang? This country is good, their equipment is basically supported from Chinese mainland, the price is cheap and the quantity is sufficient, and the quality is guaranteed! Besides, the country is not rich and has been engaged in the arms business for many years, so why don't I go to Pakistan □ buy some equipment? First, it can be regarded as consolidating the bridge of friendship between China and Pakistan, and second, it will also contribute to the early realization of the four modernizations of Dongdiwen!" Yu Qingcheng thought of this, and finally made up his mind.

She was going to take a trip to Pakistan □ talk about an arms deal. The group now has a working capital of six or seven billion US dollars, and as long as people are willing to sell good equipment, she can drive back a boat!

Soon, Yu Qingcheng returned to the headquarters and issued the group's documents through the meeting, and the armed team was fully militarized. The Ministry of Armed Forces has directly built an academy, and the soldiers are based on privates and non-commissioned officers according to their qualifications, and there are also non-commissioned officers, officers and other formations above it. Yu Qingcheng used to be in the army in China, and he was quite good at this set. She even proposed that each company and platoon be assigned instructors, and that the regiment headquarters send political commissars to do ideological work for everyone to do the ideological work of correcting governance.

It is a pity that the other shareholders and commanders and fighters are unanimously and resolutely opposed, so they have to give up.

A few days later, Yu Qingcheng looked in the mirror, changed into a set of military uniforms made for her by the group, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction: "Yes! ”

Master Chen smiled on the side: "Do you want to add another general star?" But the president, you won't just wear this to resell arms, be careful that people in the Middle East think that the peacekeeping force is coming. ”

Yu Qingcheng also smiled and said: "Am I so stupid, our military rank here, isn't that called Huazi for the New Year-poor and happy? Oh, speaking of the New Year, I remember that this year's Spring Festival is coming soon! I went to Ba□tantan this time, and it doesn't matter if the business can't be negotiated, just go back to my hometown by the way." It's been a year since I came out, so I said hello to my family and said that I was studying abroad, so as not to worry about Lao Tzu's mother. ”

Master Chen was speechless for a while.

Graduate students who go abroad for further study do this? Lao Tzu Niang still has to be angry when she finds out.

However, Minister Chen still said: "Then let the Sunny University of Science and Technology issue a fake certificate, and it will say that you are studying abroad." ”

"Artemisia!" Yu Qingcheng nodded with satisfaction, "How about it, if we stay abroad and return to China, we must have this style." 'Good' can't be said 'good', you have to say special 'Artemisia'!"

After Master Chen helped her prepare the formalities, the smile on Yu Tingcheng's face became much warmer.

"Xiaorui, I'm coming back......"

……

End of January.

Tajikistan City, Western Xinjiang, China.

"Dear audience friends, the Spring Festival is coming, the city vigorously promotes the local poverty alleviation construction, and has begun to invest in a number of projects. At the same time, Comrade Cheng Xitong, □ of the municipal party committee, also led cadres to visit the countryside to check the results of the construction of poverty alleviation projects, and at the same time sent warm ...... to the lonely and widowed elderly in poor towns and towns.

A large group of cadres and guards were gathered in front of a dilapidated house, Cheng Xitong, the □ of the municipal party committee, was holding a pot of oil in his hand, and another sallow-faced old man was holding a bag of rice and standing in front of Cheng Xitong with his back bent. Secretary Cheng had a kind smile on his face, and lifted the oil pot up slightly, while the old man holding the rice bent down and put the rice bag on the ground, and reached out to catch the oil pot. At this time, the cameraman couldn't help but shout: "Come again!"

When the secretary heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward and took out a water cup and handed it to Secretary Cheng. The photographer also went over and said to the old man: "How many times have you said that the secretary lifted the oil can, don't you take it right away, and the lens of you and the secretary holding the oil pot at the same time should be a little longer!

The old man said with a bitter face: "Leader, I can't even lift my hands. This pot of oil and this bag of rice, I don't want it?......" The secretary listened, and his face suddenly turned pale, Secretary Cheng hurriedly stopped him and handed the water cup to the secretary. smiled and stepped forward to pat the old man's sleeve, Secretary Cheng's face was full of kind, loving, and approachable smiles.

"Old comrades, don't have ideological baggage, relax yourself! Although our party members and cadres are leaders, they are also here with the purpose of serving the people. It is true that a few leading cadres have acted as a source of authority, undermined the party's work style and party discipline, and established a bad image among the masses; this does not mean that all our party members and cadres are like this! Old comrades, you must not have pressure, and even if there is pressure, we must turn pressure into motivation, so that under the leadership of the party, we can shake off poverty and become rich, and only in this way can we fulfill the sacred mission entrusted to us by the party and the state.

"Yes, yes! What the leader said, what the leader said was right......" The old man was sweating profusely by Secretary Cheng's words, and hurriedly gritted his teeth and hugged the bag of rice, and a smile appeared on his face. Secretary Cheng nodded with satisfaction, let the oil pot be taken, and the old man finally stretched the lens to a satisfactory extent. In the shot, Secretary Cheng is holding the oil pot, and the old man is holding the oil pot with both hands, which can also make Secretary Cheng's hands not sore.

Secretary Cheng also took the opportunity to say a lot of words of condolence, and recorded dozens of seconds of footage to send warm condolences, and the filming finally ended. The old man thanked the leaders for sending them away, and then quickly locked the door and never dared to come out again. Cheng Xitong also walked on the path with his hands behind his back, pointing and pointing from time to time, the people around him also smiled and nodded, and some people recorded the content of Secretary Cheng's speech in the notebook.

"Poverty alleviation projects cannot be solved by simply sending money and goods. I hope you will be able to remember this, the so-called "saving the emergency rather than the poor", and it is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish! How to care about the problems of the people's livelihood and safety in poor townships and counties, and how to solve the problems of their work and the education of their children -- this is the focus of the work of our party members and cadres. I still say the same thing: difficult, there are always ninety-nine, brows, can't frown......"

"Yes, Secretary Cheng said very much!"

"Secretary Xitong is really a good servant of the people......"

"And what the people do, think about what the party members think, let us benefit a lot......" The people around immediately echoed, and the voices of praise became one.

At this time, the secretary's cell phone rang. After taking it, the secretary followed behind Cheng Xitong.

"Secretary Xitong, the guests of the municipal party committee have come and want to see you. ”

"Who?" Cheng Xitong stopped, looking inexplicable. The secretary whispered: "You forgot, Pakistan □ country helped us last year with 20 million stability maintenance funds, and we haven't returned them yet......

……

"Secretary Cheng, it is really abrupt and presumptuous to disturb you in your busy schedule. ”

Tajikistan Municipal Party Committee Office Building. A general from Pakistan □ is having an ordinary private exchange meeting with Cheng Xitong, who is none other than Khanmed, who once participated in border stability maintenance with China. He came this time again to discuss the issue of last year's 20 million yuan of stability maintenance funds, especially the fact that this stability maintenance funds were advanced by Yu Qingcheng of the Chinese Military Commission.

Ba'□ financial situation has not been good, and this matter is Kehanmed's own decision, so he can only solve it privately.

"Alas, General Khanmed, I have always kept this incident in my heart and have not forgotten it. You can rest assured, our government in China is the most credibility-conscious, especially with a friendly neighbor like□stan and Tanzan, how can we owe your country funds for maintaining stability? Rest assured, when the economic situation of Tajikistan improves, I will definitely repay the full amount!" Cheng Xitong sat on the sofa and talked with Khanmed, behaving very gracefully.

Khanmed laughed a little.

"Secretary Cheng, you said the same thing last time, but now it's been more than a year since stability was maintained. You also know that this money was not contributed by our Pakistan□i Tanzheng Government, but by friendly people in your country! If the motherland knew that I had asked the Chinese side to help maintain stability and that I was still in arrears of funds, it would have been a trivial matter to send me to a military tribunal. However, it has affected the honor of the motherland and the friendly relations between Pakistan and China, and I ...... Even if I'm dead, I can't escape the blame!"

Cheng Xitong listened, shook his hand with a smile, and said: "General Khanmed, you don't have to worry, our friendly people in China will not affect our relationship with Pakistan because of this incident. Since it is a donation, it must be in the spirit of patriotism and enthusiasm for the party, so how can we be in a hurry to claim it back? Even if it is borrowed, it can be regarded as a loan by our Chinese side, and we will not make you embarrassed. ”

Khanmud said hurriedly: "But at the beginning, I patted my chest and told people that I solved it privately. Now, even if people don't want to, how can you let me face my Chinese friends and the soldiers around ......me in the future? I really don't have any money, and if I do, I'll pay it back. ”

"General Khanmead, look at you, you're confused, aren't you?"

Cheng Xitong stood up and patted Kehanmud on the shoulder cordially. Kehanmoud also hurriedly stood up, and listened to Cheng Xitong continue: "Don't worry, I didn't say that I won't pay back this money, what an important thing to maintain stability? How can I forget it? It's just that the city's finances are indeed in difficulty now, but there are always ninety-nine difficulties, and I can't frown." Well, you stay in China for a few days, and I'll get back to you in a few days. ”

Khanmed left the Tajik city office building, and when Hollein and Karn saw him, Khanmed shook his head helplessly.

But they don't want to wait in the municipal committee.

A few days later, Khanmad and others wandered aimlessly around western China, and unknowingly arrived at the western film studio in the southeast of western Xinjiang. The Xijiang Provincial Art Troupe is stationed here, and today it is doing a military and civilian New Year party with the locals.

On the edge of the desert Gobi Desert at dusk, a bonfire is lit. The officers and soldiers of the art troupe sang around the bonfire, and there were many local Han and ethnic minority people around them, and they also gathered around to celebrate the festival, and the atmosphere was very warm.

"Far away, where are you from? Have you ever heard of her beauty?......

But the girl who sang did not blend into the warm atmosphere of the New Year.

She just opened her mouth to send a light and euphemistic tune, giving people an extremely lonely and sad feeling, which made Khanmed, who had just sat at the edge of the crowd, feel an indescribable sense of sadness. They seemed to be able to guess that the girl was waiting for her lover.

It was getting dark, and the girl's voice seemed to become more ethereal, drifting into the distance with the wind.

"Whether it's sunset or dawn, the infatuated lover is waiting for news of her return. With the most beautiful voice, waiting for your message ......"