There are many things that Qin Zhiyuan wants to do, and there are many things that Qin Zhiyuan can do.

The superior does not have to do things himself, but arranging the right people in the right positions, controlling the general direction, and stimulating the subjective initiative of his subordinates, which is what a qualified leader should do.

Qin Zhiyuan has always been indifferent to those diligent emperors in ancient China, not that diligence is not good, but that the leader is too diligent and manages too many things too carefully, which will cause the inertia of his subordinates. Anyway, if the subordinates make suggestions, the leader will still overturn them, or if they have other ideas, then the subordinates don't need to use their brains, what the leader says, and what the subordinates do is more worry-free.

Qin Zhiyuan will not be like this, for example, if he hands over the troops to Chen Kangjian and Hu Tingfeng, Qin Zhiyuan will not interfere in specific affairs. The daily training or intensity of the troops is all controlled by the military commanders at the grassroots level, and Qin Zhiyuan only looks at the results, and if the results are not good, he will be replaced.

In this way, the subjective initiative of the military commanders at the grassroots level will be fully aroused, and there will be no need for Qin Zhiyuan to supervise and urge them, and the training work of the troops will not be relaxed for a single day.

For example, in a battalion, there are three companies, the usual training items are arranged by the company commander, the training effect is evaluated by the battalion commander, the battalion commander is only responsible for the assessment, the usual training does not interfere at all, the three companies are compared, and the one with the worst performance should be careful.

There is no need for the battalion commander to worry, the company commander with the worst grades will naturally learn from the pain and strictly demand, and will not give up if he does not take the first place in the next evaluation. It's easy to do if the jar is broken, and there are people waiting to come out.

As long as there is competition, there is no shortage of motivation.

So, is the battalion commander all right?

No, the battalion commander has more to do.

The butt determines the head, and every social role has a social responsibility that needs to be assumed.

In the position of company commander, all you need to worry about is tomorrow's training program, the physical state of the troops, the morale of the soldiers, etc. When you get to the position of battalion commander, you have to consider the coordination between different branches of the army, the arrangement of logistics and supplies, whether it is necessary to learn French to facilitate communication with the French, and so on.

Of course, what the battalion commander needs to learn, the company commander can also learn. If you learn, the company commander is the spare tire of the battalion commander, if you don't learn, then okay, colleagues are constantly promoted, and you don't have to complain.

On the way to Boulogne-Billancourt, Qin Zhiyuan kept thinking about these questions.

As a member of the tank research team, Qin Zhiyuan could not let go of the sheep completely, and always went to Renault to show up every other time.

Just go and see, it doesn't have anything to do with someone.

Qin Zhiyuan told himself.

Amiens is not far from Boulogne-Billancourt, Qin Zhiyuan was dressed in civilian clothes and drove to Boulogne-Billancourt in person in less than an hour.

When passing by a flower shop in Paris, Qin Zhiyuan saw that the flowers were really bright, so he made a mistake and parked the car on the side of the road to buy a handful to take with him.

The owner of the flower shop was a middle-aged man in his forties, but after seeing Qin Zhiyuan, he signaled the flower shop to close and no longer accept customers.

"Why? There were people coming out of here just now. Qin Zhiyuan was a little depressed.

When supplies were in short supply, he finally saw the flower shop, Qin Zhiyuan was going to buy two bunches, and by the way, he brought back a bunch for Mixia.

"That was just now, and now I'm not selling." The shopkeeper's eyes were a little slanted, which made Qin Zhiyuan very uncomfortable.

"Listen, I'm a soldier, a soldier in the service of the French War Department, I have something to do in a hurry, and I don't have time to waste with you." Qin Zhiyuan knew that some French people did not want to see Chinese, they discriminated against all colored people, and they even called Chinese "barbarians" behind their backs, but he did not expect that he would be subjected to this kind of discrimination one day.

"Yes, I know you're a soldier, so what are you doing now? Driving in a car? That's how you pledged your allegiance to the French government? The middle-aged man not only did not flinch, but questioned Qin Zhiyuan.

Look at this is not only a racist, but also a secondary 2 racist.

"You're questioning my work ethic, aren't you? Also, please note that I am not loyal to France, it is just my job. Qin Zhiyuan pulled down his face, his mood was terrible now.

"Hereby...... Do you barbarians have a work ethic? The middle-aged man sucked between his teeth disgustingly, with disdain on his face.

"You bastard!" Dealing with such a person, Qin Zhiyuan never talks nonsense, and when he goes up, he punches him, and he is facing the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's body was seriously fat, and the waist circumference of his stomach was about the same as the mailbox on the side of the road, Qin Zhiyuan's punch was angry, and the middle-aged man fell directly to the ground, humming for a long time and didn't get up.

"Bastard!" Suddenly there was a woman's roar in the room, and then a middle-aged woman with a waist circumference comparable to that of a mailbox rushed out with a double-barrel hunting gun.

"Don't play with this, it's going to hurt you." Qin Zhiyuan persuaded kindly.

"Die!"

The middle-aged woman's face was hideous, she stuffed two bullets into the chamber of the gun, and then aimed in the direction of Qin Zhiyuan.

"Unreasonable!" Qin Zhiyuan scolded secretly, dodged and hid behind the wall next to the door, and kicked the middle-aged man who wanted to get up again.

", son......" The middle-aged man screamed and yelled at the middle-aged woman: "Give me the gun!" ”

The woman was very obedient and casually threw the gun to the middle-aged man.

The shotgun flew in mid-air and was suddenly firmly grasped by a hand.

Qin Zhiyuan couldn't cry or laugh, his IQ was a hard injury.

"My God, you stupid woman!" The middle-aged man was so angry that he pounded the brick-paved ground and scolded.

"You should be worried about this now." Qin Zhiyuan played a beautiful trick with a gun, and then put the muzzle of the gun against the middle-aged man's head.

"No, please don't do that, it's going to go off." The middle-aged man's body is like a sifting chaff, and it is rare for him to be able to speak.

"Then blame you for your bad luck, I already said, don't play this, it will hurt you." Qin Zhiyuan didn't intend to let it go gently, although it wouldn't kill him, he still wanted to be punished.

"Bastard, let go of my husband." The middle-aged woman yelled as if the hen of the chicken guard pounced.

Bang!

Qin Zhiyuan kicked the woman back, but fortunately he collected some strength, otherwise this kick would have cost the woman half her life.

Qin Zhiyuan does not have a creed of not beating women, and when the situation requires it, Qin Zhiyuan will not be soft when he kills women.

"I'm a policeman, put down my weapon, lie on the ground, and raise my hands." There were police shouts behind Qin Zhiyuan, and they came quite quickly.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions, this gun belongs to the shopkeeper." Qin Zhiyuan shouted loudly, then withdrew the bullet, casually threw the bullet far away, carried the shotgun upside down, and slowly turned around.

At this time, he is most afraid of too much movement, Qin Zhiyuan himself is not nervous, but he is afraid that the police will be nervous. If he was killed by mistake like this, Qin Zhiyuan was really unjustly killed.

Not far behind Qin Zhiyuan, two policemen hid behind a street corner and a big tree on the side of the road, pointing a revolver at Qin Zhiyuan. Seeing the revolver in the hands of the police, Qin Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, being hit by this kind of small smashing cannon, under normal circumstances, as long as it is not critical, he will not die.

"In my jacket pocket, there is my ID, I am Qin Zhiyuan, the commander of the First Brigade of the Foreign Legion. I have no malicious intent, the two shopkeepers have discriminated against me and are suspected of murdering active duty military personnel. I'm familiar with your Mr. Baker, and I'm going to accuse them," Qin Zhiyuan gestured to the two policemen, and then threw the shotgun away.

The Chinese are very skilled in buttoning big hats.

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