"Military uniforms?" Looking at Yan Guang's serious appearance, Song Dinghan was really a little crying and laughing.

Now that even the reorganization of the army has not ended, and there is still a matter of Shu military political axe in eastern Sichuan, so he actually has the heart to design a military uniform?

Although Song Dinghan's appearance of crying and laughing was very obvious, Yan Guang just waved his hand.

In Yan Guang's view, the role of military uniforms is not only to look good, but also to enhance people's confidence, in addition to military songs, but unfortunately in the previous life Yan Guang could not say that the five tones were incomplete, but there was not much research on this aspect...

"Boss, I don't know what kind of military uniform you want to design?" Song Dinghan, who had never seen that Yan Guang had artistic cells, said with a slightly relaxed demeanor after retracting the expression on his face that he couldn't cry or laugh.

Obviously, he didn't think that Yan Guang could design any good military uniforms.

However, Yan Guang only smiled mysteriously. "Don't worry, the uniforms I designed are at least the best looking uniforms before 1950..."

That's right, although I don't agree with the Nazi set of ideas at all (where do we Chinese put it?). But at least in Yan Guang's opinion, the SS M32-style uniform was definitely the most beautiful in World War II.

"Really?" Song Dinghan, who didn't know this, just glanced at him with distrust, although Yan Guang did surprise him many times, but he still didn't believe it. "Forget it, he is the governor anyway, as long as the designed military uniform is not too ugly, he will reluctantly accept it―――――― just wronged those poor soldiers."

Yan Guang, who didn't know what Song Dinghan was thinking in his heart, just smiled proudly, and then returned to the Governor's Mansion with his guards.

Although the SS uniform was in his mind, to be honest, his drawing skills were as unreliable as his singing skills, so it would take a long, long time to work on the drawings of the uniform.

"Three days, I must get out all the regular clothes and training clothes within three days!" Yan Guang, who took out a special ballpoint pen and a large pile of white paper hands, and posed with a ruler, said seriously. "Although it is based on the SS uniform, appropriate improvements are still necessary, so first of all, the skeleton on the hat must be removed..."

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"Pu Yingcai, you're not kidding, are you? Or are you really willing to be the lackey surnamed Yan? In the Shu Military Governor's Mansion in Yucheng, Sun Zepei slapped the table and yelled at Pu Dianjun, while several other leaders of the Hui Party and people from the Alliance looked at Pu Dianjun's face was also quite unkind.

At this time, the only people who can stay calm are Zhang Peijue and Wang Tianjie and others...

Looking at the fierce reaction of the Baolu Army, or should it be said that the upper echelons of the Shu Army's political axe, Pu Dianjun and several other constitutionalists who came to negotiate just smiled bitterly.

A day ago, when Pu Dianjun and his convoy arrived in Yucheng, although the upper echelons of the Shu military political axe were a little surprised, they still entertained him with a not very hostile attitude when they could guess Pu Dianjun's intentions.

Of course, the attitude on the first day was just out of etiquette, but on the second day, it was completely unnecessary.

Then, when Pu Dianjun put forward the idea of hoping that the Shu military political axe would be subsumed into the Sichuan military political axe, he was violently bombarded by Sun Zepei and others.

And although he had expected it before he came, Pu Dianjun could only smile and shake his head here.

"Zepei, don't do this." It wasn't until Sun Zepei bombarded for a while that Zhang Peijue opened his mouth to block it.

Sun Zepei, who was booming, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded. "Yes, Governor."

When Sun Zepei sat back in his place, Zhang Peijue said slowly. "Brother Yingcai, I've heard of your name for a long time." This is the truth, the Baolu Comrade Association was also a storm at the time, especially the president Pu Dianjun and vice president Luo Lun are famous constitutionalists in Sichuan, although Zhang Peijue has not seen Pu Dianjun, but his name has been heard for a long time.

Of course, when Pu Dianjun was most famous, it was when he was put in prison by Zhang Renjun...

"It's just a little name, how dare you compare it with the fifth brother of Lie..."Pu Dianjun, who had a slightly chubby face, waved his hand and said, although it is more appropriate to call Zhang Peijue the governor at this time, but considering that the governor of his own family is the orthodoxy today, Pu Dianjun has no choice but to call it more affectionate.

Hearing Pu Dianjun say this, Zhang Peijue smiled self-deprecatingly. "Compared with Brother Yingcai, I am the real thin name." Speaking of this, Zhang Peijue said with a wry smile. "Before serving as this governor, who knew about me Zhang Peijue?"

At this time, Pu Dianjun could only smile, in fact, before serving as the governor of the Shu army, not many people knew Zhang Peijue, compared to Pu Dianjun, the initiator of the road protection movement, was more famous...

But at this moment, Zhang Peijue suddenly looked at Pu Dianjun seriously. "Brother Yingcai, you have been living in Chengdu, and there is a question Pei Jue wants to ask..."

"What's the problem, Brother Lie, but it's okay to say..."Although he had already guessed what Zhang Peijue wanted to ask, Pu Dianjun still said so.

"Since Brother Yingcai said so, then Pei Jue is not welcome, the question Pei Jue wants to ask is, is Yan Dudu in Chengdu really not from Sichuan!" Although Zhang Peijue's words seem like interrogative sentences, they are actually full of affirmation.

"This..."Although he had already guessed that Zhang Peijue would ask this, Pu Dianjun still took a deep breath after hearing it, and finally said slowly after glancing at Zhang Peijue, Wang Tianjie and others. Yes, although it is not clear where the governor is from, he is indeed not from Sichuan..."

Although Yan Guang has never revealed where he is from, there are some things that cannot be hidden, especially when people with intentions are carefully searching, so the fact that Yan Guang is not from Sichuan has been an open secret a long time ago.

"That's really the case..."After hearing Pu Dianjun's answer, Zhang Peijue muttered.

At this time, Sun Zepei had already jumped out again and shouted at Pu Dianjun with his super loud voice. "Pu Yingcai, since you know that the surname Yan is not from Sichuan, why do you want to join the political axe he formed, support him as the governor of Sichuan, and now he is still his lobbyist to persuade us to join him?"

"That's right, surnamed Pu, you guys are still not from Sichuan!"

"That's right, that's right, I think this guy must have taken a fancy to the benefits given by the surnamed Yan, so he willingly degenerated to be a lackey!"

After getting Pu Dianjun's affirmation, the voice of questioning and insult immediately came to mind in the conference room.

However, listening to these voices, Pu Dianjun just shook his head, and then spoke with an inexplicable smile. "Why should I oppose the Governor?"

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