Chapter 273: Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger

readx; "Commissar, what's wrong?"

Although the level of the leader of the general assembly team is not high, he holds financial power in his hands. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 The reception work of Political Commissar Xia personally is directly related to whether the funding application of the Air D Division can be successfully approved. At this time, Political Commissar Xia, who was supposed to accompany the working group in the special recruitment, not only threw away the guests, but also hurriedly called himself back from the outfield, which had to make the newly appointed division commander Xiang a little nervous.

Political Commissar Xia did not answer his question directly, but pointed to Director Han of the Political Department in front of the desk, and said with a pale face: "You ask him, right?" ā€

The official level crushed people to death, Director Han didn't dare to wait to ask the division commander a question, and as soon as the political commissar's words fell, he told him what happened in the hospital two hours ago.

"It's worthy of being an ace master, even a small hospital is hiding a dragon and a crouching tiger." It seems that the role of the division commander has not yet changed, and even the tone is still as bitter and mean as when he mentioned the empty D division before.

Political Commissar Xia sighed secretly, and while handing over a cigarette, he shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Division Commander, in fact, Ding Xiaomei and Zheng Xiaolan have nothing to do with the old General Qiao's family, the key problem is that no one can afford to provoke Deputy Director Qiao...... That is, the grandson of the old lady, Qiao Wei, deputy director of the General Office of the Central Committee. ā€

Deputy Director of the General Office of the CPC Central Committee, that is a provincial and ministerial-level leading cadre with amazing power! Only then did Division Commander Xiang realize the seriousness of the problem, and immediately turned around, stared at Director Han's eyes, and asked in a fierce voice: "We were the last to know about such a big thing." Director Han, what the hell is going on? ā€

"Division...... Division...... Commander, I'm ...... I...... I, I really didn't know that Director Qiao was the deputy director of the General Office of the CPC Central Committee, if the political commissar didn't say it, I would have been kept in the dark by Jiang Zhengbao and Yang Xiaoguang until now......"

Looking at his appearance like a mournful concubine, Political Commissar Xia was not angry, but considering that the Political Department was under his jurisdiction, he had to wave his hand and start a round: "Division Commander, this can't be completely blamed on Lao Han, if it weren't for me keeping an eye on it and asking the old political commissar, even I don't know the true identity of Deputy Director Qiao until now." ā€

Commander Xiang reacted at this time, and after pondering for a moment, he muttered to himself: "In this way, Jiang Zhengbao and Yang Xiaoguang were also blinded by the 'Dean Bing' who returned to his parents' home. ā€

As Lu Qingshan expected, the division commander and political commissar could never have imagined that they would have such courage to hide their immediate superiors. Political Commissar Xia was not in the mood to think about these now, but said solemnly: "I have come here, I have seen it, and now I live in the guest house of Factory 315." Although it is not for us, the reception work is no small matter, and if we don't do anything, there will be endless troubles. ā€

The party's command of the gun is not just a slogan, not to mention that Qiao Wei is still a red son of the red Miaozheng, after all, China is a personal society, although the old general has gone west, but his old subordinates are still there. Although Qiao Wei's reputation is not obvious and he is extremely low-key, no one dares to underestimate his influence in the army.

Thinking of this, he nodded heavily to the division commander, grabbed the hat on the table, and said categorically: "Political commissar, Deputy Director Qiao doesn't enter the infield, that's because he is cautious and pays attention to the impact." Factory 315 is close at hand, and we can't pretend that we don't know anything as if nothing is happening. ā€

"That's what I thought, too, why don't I call you back from the outfield in a hurry?"

It was already 5 p.m. when we arrived at the hospital, and most of the officers and men and staff had already left work, except for the personnel on duty. Fortunately, Jiang Zhengbao, Yang Xiaoguang and other leaders of the hospital still stayed in the office, so that the hurried Xiang Division Commander and Political Commissar Xia did not pounce.

What are you afraid of, the extremely serious expressions of the two leaders made Yang Xiaoguang realize that Qiao Wei's identity was already known. But he still pretended to have a surprised expression, and stood up and saluted: "Report to the political commissar of the division, the members of the party committee of the hospital are studying politically, please instruct!" ā€

"Please take a break......

"Yes!"

If you want to see Deputy Director Qiao, you have to have someone who can talk to you to report it. There is no doubt that the "Dean Bing" who returned to his parents' home is the best candidate, and to find the "Dean Bing", you have to go through these people in front of you. Because of this, Master Xiang, who is known for his sternness, smiled uncharacteristically and said softly: "Political Commissar Yang, the political work of the hospital is very good, it seems that you are holding back your strength to keep the advanced." ā€

"Report to the division commander, honor can only represent the past, and you must not lie on the merit book and eat the old book." Yang Xiaoguang turned around, pointed in the direction of the outpatient building, and continued to say impassionedly: "Besides, the seven characters of the old head of the Central Committee are still hanging in the outpatient hall, which is not only an affirmation of our previous work, but also a spur to our future work. ā€

I have to admit that the work of the hospital in recent years is still remarkable. Not only has it become an advanced unit like the A Regiment, the B Regiment and the station guard company, but it has also been affirmed by the people in the station. It is common to beat gongs and drums to express condolences, and the pennants are even more one after another, and even the image of the entire division in the minds of the people of Longjiang has been greatly improved because of this.

Political Commissar Xia nodded with satisfaction, and while motioning for everyone to sit down, he asked with a smile on his face: "Dean Jiang, Political Commissar Yang, are the old chief's family still satisfied with the hospital?" ā€

"Report to the division commander, the old lady didn't say anything, she took a photo with us in front of the inscription of the old head of the central government."

It turned out that he came for those words, and Political Commissar Xia breathed a sigh of relief, and after thinking about it, he asked: "The old lady is too old to withstand the toss." Since you've come to us, then we're responsible, have you arranged for someone to go on a round? ā€

Compared with the local political axe, the army attaches more importance to the reception work. Cleaning, handling the three chiefs, sorting out internal affairs, and strict military appearance and discipline...... That is indispensable, and the hospital has to send medical staff to make rounds and check whether the meals of the hostess are hygienic.

The chiefs are pampered, and even if they are sick, it is a disease of wealth such as fatty liver and alcoholic liver. Whether the diet is hygienic or not, to put it bluntly, is afraid of poisoning. But in the heavily guarded troops, who would dare to harm the chief?

Although Yang Xiaoguang was extremely disgusted with these formalisms, he still replied with a serious face: "Report to the political commissar, we have arranged for Zheng Xiaolan, a respiratory doctor, and Yu Xiaomei, the head nurse, to be in charge of the old lady's diet and daily life. In addition, Professor He, an expert group, was chatting with the old lady in the guest house of Factory 315 at this time. ā€

"Even He Lao has personally stepped out, it seems that my worries are unnecessary. Not bad...... You've done a good job. ā€

Speaking of this, Political Commissar Xia suddenly changed his words and asked casually: "By the way, that one...... What about Comrade Tian Wenjian? He is a great hero of the hospital, and he finally went back to his parents' house, but he can't leave people with the feeling of walking away from tea. ā€

"Xiao Tian and we are comrades-in-arms and brothers, and our feelings are deep! Even if we did have something wrong with us, he wouldn't care. Commissar, you can rest assured of this. ā€

Looking at Yang Xiaoguang's eyebrows, he nodded slightly to the division commander, and then said with a smile: "Our division has produced many generals and many local political officials, but he is the only university professor. Dean Jiang and Political Commissar Yang couldn't wait to meet Tian Wenjian, who even Deputy Political Commissar Wang treated him differently. ā€

Something to say, as for making such a roundabout? But if you don't say that, you won't be a leader, Jiang Zhengbao smiled, and immediately replied: "Division commander, political commissar, it's not a matter of a word to want to see Xiao Tian?" You wait, I'll call him. ā€

What made Jiang Zhengbao extremely embarrassed was that Tian Wenjian's mobile phone was turned off, and he couldn't get through no matter how he called. In desperation, Commander Xiang could only turn around and say casually: "Political commissar, why don't we go over to visit the old lady first?" ā€

"That's all it can be."

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, Yang Xiaoguang hurriedly reminded: "Division commander, political commissar, can you two wait a moment?" ā€

"Anything else?" Political Commissar Xia turned around with a puzzled expression.

Yang Xiaoguang scratched his head, pointed to the flower shop diagonally opposite the hospital, and said hesitantly: "Two leaders, no matter how you say that the old lady is also a guest, I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate to go empty-handed, right?" Why don't you two wait a minute, I'll have someone get something ready. ā€

"Smack!"

Political Commissar Xia reacted at this time, and couldn't help but slap his forehead, with a suddenly realized expression, he shook his head again and again and smiled: "Look at me confused? If you hadn't reminded me in time, it would have been a big joke. ā€

"Look at what you said, isn't it a different job surname?"

Yang Xiaoguang motioned to Vice President Ding to hurry up and handle it, and said with a smile: "We stay in the hospital every day, and we have seen too much of this human relationship. In fact, the old lady doesn't care if you two bring anything or not, to put it bluntly, it's just a snack. ā€

As Yang Xiaoguang said, hospital cadres are really proficient in "human relations". A bouquet of flowers and a delicate fruit basket, although not worth a few years ago, made Commander Xiang and Political Commissar Xia feel much more at ease. But accompanied by Yang Xiaoguang and the others, as soon as they walked into the compound of the guest house of the 315 factory, a black Audi with Jiang A00009 hanging suddenly turned in from the main road of the factory.

"Old factory director, when did you come back?"

Zhao Weiming is a celebrity on the road to the airport, not to mention that the Air Division is only separated by a wall from the 315 factory, and it is impossible to know him if the division commander and the political commissar Xia don't want to. Seeing him and a middle-aged man with extraordinary equipment get out of the car, the two hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

To their surprise, Zhao Weiming didn't answer, but turned around and pointed at them and introduced: "Governor Ding, these two are the division commander Xiang and the political commissar of the Air Force D Division, and the one behind them is Professor Tian's former colleague, Yang Xiaoguang, the political commissar of the Air Force Hospital. ā€

The one next to him is Ding Haonan, the governor of the People's Political Axe of J Province! Division Commander Xiang and Political Commissar Xia were taken aback, and they all raised their right hands in unison, and saluted upright: "Xiang Jingguo, commander of the D Division of the Air Force Aviation (Political Commissar Xia Changgeng), warmly welcomes the arrival of Governor Ding. ā€

Looking at the flowers and fruit baskets they were holding on their left, Ding Haonan realized that the car had crashed, and while shaking hands with them cordially, he said with a smile: "Commander Xiang, Political Commissar Xia, it seems that our purpose is the same. Whatever you do, there is a first come, first come, you go up first, and Lao Zhao and I will wait below for a while. ā€

Having said that, you are a dignified provincial and ministerial-level high-ranking official, can we walk in front of you no matter how big or small? Seeing that Zhao Weiming also received a large bouquet of flowers from the driver, he didn't think about it to the division commander, so he blurted out: "How can this work?" Governor Ding and Vice Governor Zhao, please two of you first, and we will wait in the lobby. ā€

"Then we'll be disrespectful." Ding Haonan was not polite, and after finishing speaking, he took the flowers in Zhao Weiming's hand and walked into the lobby without looking back.

(To be continued)