Head Liu with a cold expression said, "Director Ye, I have something to discuss with Lao Yan. It is not convenient to speak with Director Ye." Head Liu can be much more direct than the political commissar's euphemism.
That's the case, I didn't see any anger on Ye Zhifan's face, and he could still maintain his demeanor: "It's mine, sorry, excuse me. Then, see you tomorrow."
After speaking, he flocked to leave.
But head Liu stared at his back and sneered, "I really don’t know where he is. I really treat myself as a human being. Oh, even my niece can be cruel. I don’t see anything with such an official. The place is worthy of respect."
"This is a villain, you don't need to be close, but you don't have to make it too ugly. The more you want to make the relationship more rigid, it seems that he is generous and doesn't care about you." Political commissar Yan is soft and strong, and can treat others. The fist that came was soft and Jinjin turned back, and it was able to fight back fiercely.
Therefore, he is the political commissar, and Liu Tuan is the head of the regiment.
The head of the regiment Tairou couldn't live in the place, showing that he could still stabilize the army's morale with a black face.
Head Liu has always been able to hear the opinions of the political commissar. Hearing the words, he responded indifferently, and then split the topic, "Old Chen is afraid that he can't work hard. There are too many old diseases. If something happens, how can we explain it to Ye girl? ?"
"Wait for him to get out of danger this time, and arrange something lighter, so that he can't be allowed to guide the recruits in the team. His seriousness, I look a little scared."
They didn't know what old Chen was before, they couldn't find it here, and they didn't hear him say it.
But one thing is certain, Lao Chen’s identity is not simple, denying it, it is impossible for him to enter and leave the army normally as a veteran, like Old Uncle Gen, a retired sergeant major, a national treasure-level old soldier, old revolution, The troops must value even if they are discharged from the army.
Political commissar Yan agreed and sighed: "I have no opinion, but it depends on Old Chen's willingness." He raised his head and glanced at the red light in the operating room. Political commissar Yan looked slightly solemn, "I'm afraid. , It's difficult."
"At that time, let Ye Yatou persuade her to persuade her to get twice the result with half the effort."
The two didn't pay attention to Ye Zhifan anymore, and they didn't expect that he actually went to check who the leader in the operating room was.
"Chen Dongfeng?" Ye Zhifan was quite surprised when he found out who it was. Chen Dongfeng, a middle school principal, could still be remembered by the troops. He could still let a regiment leader and political commissar come forward when he was ill. He had to think carefully about it. consider.
"Can you find out the identity of Chen Dongfeng here? He is the principal of my daughter's former junior high school. I am a little acquainted with him. I am sick now. I want to see if I can invite his wife and children over. Fight with him again about the previous things."
"This person, once he gets old, he thinks of someone around him. Even if he only talks, he feels comfortable. It will also have a one-day effect on recovery."
He was talking to a manager in the hospital to see if he could find the identity of President Chen through his medical records.
When the manager on the other side of the phone heard it, he smiled and said: "This is a simple matter. I'll ask you. It's rare for you to call me to check something. I have to do it for you."
Ye Zhifan smiled and apologized as soon as he heard it. He was indeed polite, with the prestige of an official, and a somewhat close attitude towards the people.