Unlike Wujue, the positions that Wenjue officials can hold usually have nothing to do with their own titles, but rather become a fictitious title and honor that represents their status.

One of the most famous examples is a prime minister more than 200 years ago, who was a scholar of Wenjue.

Brad was in good spirits.

Political issues, as an old man who has trekked on the road to power for most of his life, he is still moved by some headaches.

In contrast to this, he preferred a more direct army.

But the little grandson in front of him seemed to be full of interest, so he naturally wouldn't be disappointed, and tried his best to answer questions for the little grandson with his own understanding.

While his in-laws, Councilor Smith, may be more proficient in these matters, as a grandfather, he prefers to have his grandson personally enlightened.

Every time he discusses these things with his little grandson, he feels that he has a different brain, and he can take a little break from the tedious military affairs for a while, which is also a good way to relax.

Thinking of military affairs, I don't have a clue about the backlog of cases in the military newspaper a few days ago.

After all, he was promoted from the command and combat system of pure military positions, and although he was no stranger to those ghosts and ghosts who were biased towards civilian positions, he was not proficient in them.

Brad couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and he seemed a little absent-minded when he answered.

Phil was hungry for everything new, and suddenly noticed that Brad's expression darkened, he didn't know if he had inadvertently said something wrong, or if Brad was just tired.

He looked at his grandfather blankly, his eyes showing a hint of doubt.

In the past few days, after learning that Brad personally taught him, he seems to think that it is a good thing for the grandparents to communicate with each other in such an affectionate way.

Both Matthew and Catherine tacitly did not take him out again, but chose to live a long-lost world of two, leaving the family to the grandparents.

Even Bruce, Phil's cousin, came twice in a row, and was taken to the conservatory by his grandmother Jane, much to the disappointment of the talkative and active boy.

Brad picked up the hot tea, took a sip, and smashed it.

Interestingly, Phil also has this habit.

He was sure that he didn't have it in his previous life. Could it be that genetics is also a role?

Phil's innocent little eyes are still very lethal, especially for Brad, who has been particularly pleasing to the eye in the past two days.

Brad grimaces at Phil for the first time, trying to cover up his gaffe with a funny twist.

But obviously it didn't work very well, and Phil was very embarrassed, and you said that I was pretending to be a laugh, or pretending to be a laugh.

Probably realizing that his cover-up was too nonsensical, Brad rubbed Phil's head lightly and scolded, "Stinky boy!"

Suddenly, a very ridiculous idea came to his mind.

The little grandson in front of him is extremely intelligent, and he is especially sensitive to the grasp and divergence of the essence of things.

Is it possible to listen to his views, maybe the child's words are unscrupulous, and you can go beyond the habitual thinking of adults and find a breakthrough in solving things.

Although Brad himself thought it was ridiculous and unruly, it grew in his mind.

As the division commander of the Lion Division, to put it mildly, the Lion Legion and the Snape family have become one, which is protected by Imperial law.

The title of the mad lion belongs to the division, and it belongs to the Snape family, if the division commander is changed one day, then the title of the division will also change, and there is only one mad lion.

It's probably not bad to be ridiculous once in a while.

The kid in front of him is only eight years old, and he is his grandson, so what's not to do.

Having made up his mind, Brad beckoned to Phil and, like seducing a puppy, pulled him to the desk and hugged him to his lap.

In the past, Phil would never approach here without permission, he knew very well that any document here represented military affairs, and without Brad's permission, even if it was his grandson, he would not cross this red line.

Brad pulled out one of them from a stack of papers and pointed it out to Phil.

The paper looks thick, not like pure wood pulp paper, but more like animal fur fibers mixed with wood pulp, with a fine texture on the surface and a slight yellow tinge.

But the one in front of me seems to have been rubbed many times, and the corners are a little damaged.

Phil glanced at it hastily, it was a report, quite complete, but the overly concise text and imprecise numbers made the report vague in many places.

Brad explained slowly: "A month ago, a joint investigation operation between the Legion Gendarmerie and the Military Department intercepted a batch of stolen and sold military oil and steel ingots.

However, during the subsequent investigation and audit, no signs of theft were found in any of the armories.

Moreover, from the results of the investigation, it seems that there is no unauthorized fabrication.

What are your thoughts on this?"

Phil looked at Brad's narrowed eyes and thick beard in surprise, and he felt a little unbelievable.

In such a confidential munitions case, you, a dignified division commander, asked me the opinion of a child who was less than eight years old?

Phil didn't know whether to answer for a moment or not, and fell silent.

Brad looked at Phil, who had his head down, thinking he didn't understand.

Yes, I am old and confused, and I actually hope for such a young child.

Brad smiled self-deprecatingly, and there was disappointment in his eyes that could not be hidden.

He threw the paper on the table and sighed softly.

If it was Phil in his previous life, he might have been cautious not to say a word, saying more and making more mistakes, and doing less and making fewer mistakes, which has been a deep-rooted habit.

But looking at Brad's already slightly gray hair, he suddenly realized that the old man in front of him was not the obscene boss with a dark and unpredictable mind in his previous life, but his dear grandfather in this life.

At this moment, in this study, there are only their grandparents and grandchildren, and there is no office politics here, only the affectionate family affection.

Phil got up from Brad's lap, climbed onto the table, picked up the piece of paper and looked at it carefully.

To be precise, this is a case investigation report, and the occurrence and conclusion of the whole incident are very simple, and the number arrangement in several tables is quite accurate.

In order to guard against the invasion of the steppe wolves, the entire Gaokan City Legion, including the Wild Lion Division, will take stock of military supplies before the arrival of winter every year, and replenish them in a targeted manner according to the newly approved reserve plan.

Among them, whether it is the fire oil used for defense, the military uniform bedding used by soldiers to keep out the cold, or the steel ingots used to make weapons and equipment, it will be a relatively stable standing quantity.

A month ago, a tip was received that the gendarmerie and the headquarters of the Wild Lion Division had jointly organized a targeted crackdown.

The stolen military supplies were successfully intercepted at the scene, including 300 cans of fire oil and 200 steel ingots.

Although this number may not seem large compared to the huge number of inventories, who knows if this is just one of the batches.

The division headquarters quickly took control of the officers and manufacturers in charge of munitions, and investigated the source for unauthorized production of materials that were not on the books.

But the conclusion is disappointing, the problem is not here, then there must be a mistake on the part of the inventory management side.

In order to maintain secrecy, Brad personally arranged for investigators to investigate the three storage areas where the material was stored, but found nothing.

Whether it is the physical objects in the warehouse or the numbers on the books of the warehouse, they are all tightly matched and there is no error.

At this point, the investigation of the case has reached an impasse.

Phil held the barrel of the pen and subconsciously wanted to turn it, but suddenly realized that it was a fountain pen dipped in water, and reluctantly put it down.

This is still a habit he developed in his previous life, whenever he needs to think, he always has to turn something.

He wasn't thinking about the investigation of the case, but about how to explain his thoughts to Brad.

No matter what world you are in, as long as the material and money are handled by people, such things seem to be unavoidable.

Even he did it secretly, and he was very aware of the cats that existed inside.

There are many ways to do this, but they need to be adapted to local conditions, and you just don't know which method these thieves use, smart or stupid.

Now that he had decided, he threw those careful thoughts aside.

Taking a sip of hot tea, he turned to Brad's eyes and said, "What about the informant who provided the information?"

"No findings, anonymous reports, only a letter, delivered directly to the mailbox of the gendarmerie. After identification, the letter was written in his left hand, and it seemed that he did not want us to know his identity. ”

Indeed, although from a legal point of view, reporting is the right choice, it is very taboo at the bottom.

The water inside is deep or shallow, and these moths can never be uprooted, in order to avoid retaliation, which is understandable.