Late night, Longcheng Administrative Office.
The office was unusually quiet. Outside the window one could occasionally hear the chirping of autumn insects, one after another, performing their last song before winter.
After a long silence, An Zecheng looked at Lao Li's expression and advised again: "You absolutely cannot go. The situation in Bana City is unclear now. If someone there has ulterior motives, you will be in great danger if you go. Lao Li, you have to think clearly. If something happens to you, not only will the administrative faction be in trouble, but I'm afraid there will also be changes in the garrison. Listen to me on this matter, be calm, and don't take any risks no matter what."
Li Mingsheng didn't say anything, but drank a sip of tea silently. He knew in his heart that what Lao An said was right.
However, the matter of Bana City must be solved by the right person. This person must have the ability to communicate smoothly with the other party, and at the same time, his level cannot be low, and he must give enough respect to the other party.
If you want to properly handle the problems in Bana City, you need to be good at on-the-spot performance and have the brains to handle emergencies.
However, Li Mingsheng thought about it and couldn't think of a suitable candidate. At this critical moment, Su Tianyu was injured and Wang Changli was gone...
It can be said that the entire Longcheng administrative faction, these flagship figures, those who are influential, may not be suitable for this negotiation, and those who are suitable for the negotiation are not all available...
In terms of military and political affairs, there is only one suitable candidate at present, that is Jin Maohui. But Jin is too straightforward and not suitable for this kind of diplomatic work.
That's why Li Mingsheng was worried and even proposed to go to Bana City himself.
An Zecheng looked at the silent Li Mingsheng and understood his difficulties. While he was thinking, he was also thinking about the right person.
After thinking for a long time, An Zecheng crossed his legs, drank a sip of tea, and then said: "In fact, the most suitable person for this matter is Bai Hongbo. It's a pity that he is still lying in the hospital, unconscious, and there is no way to deal with this matter..."
An Zecheng paused, looked at Lao Li and said, "I thought about it. Since there is no most suitable candidate, why not try to let two people work together to do this."
Li Mingsheng raised his head and asked, "Who?"
An Zecheng proposed the candidate he had considered: "Fei Pingsheng, what do you think of partnering with Jin Maohui?"
Li Mingsheng thought for a moment and was about to say something.
“Boom boom boom.”
There was a sudden knock on the office door. Li Mingsheng turned around and said, "Come in!"
“Squeak—”
Li Yuan pushed the door open and said hurriedly, "Two leaders, there is movement at the hospital..."
…
At the same time, the garrison headquarters.
Tan Hengqiang was sitting in his office, wearing a pair of reading glasses, concentrating on handling official business.
The entire garrison had been extremely busy recently. Tan Hengqiang had hardly ever left his office, eating and sleeping here, and even sleeping very little, spending a large amount of time on work every day.
There were almost always people in the headquarters office, with people coming to report on their work at any time and anywhere.
This includes the mobilization of the entire army's resources, the distribution and supply of armaments, the logistics department's data statistics on the army, and the estimated consumption of troop materials and manpower once the war breaks out.
A large amount of information was constantly being gathered to Tan Hengqiang, and the work was extremely heavy.
After much difficulty, Lao Tan finally finished his current batch of work and took some time to rest. He took off his reading glasses, walked to the window, looked at the night outside, drank a sip of tea, and refreshed himself.
In the reflection of the window, I can vaguely see my tired face.
After a while, the office door was pushed open, and Zhang Xunchen, dressed in a military uniform, walked in: "Commander, are you looking for me?"
Tan Hengqiang came back to his senses, turned his head and said to Zhang Xunchen, "Come here and sit down!"
The two of them sat on the sofa next to each other. Tan Hengqiang thought for a moment and said slowly, "Old Zhang, I have an idea about personnel changes recently."
Zhang Xunchen quickly asked: "What's your idea?"
Tan Hengqiang inserted his hands and said slowly: "You have seen the current situation. The military situation in the entire Longcheng is very tense. After Lao Jiang's accident, there are some vacancies in our military division-level generals. Now is the time to use people. I am considering the right candidate..."
When Zhang Xunchen heard this, he immediately understood what the old leader meant and said sensibly, "Then what are you thinking about? Just let the Ming Dynasty take over!"
Tan Hengqiang glanced at him and did not agree directly, but asked: "What do you think he can do?"
Zhang Xunchen said without hesitation: "There are only two points to assess the succession to the throne in the Ming Dynasty: ability and experience. I personally think that he is qualified, and in terms of experience, we old men can assist and supplement him. If these two points are solved, what can he not do? He is fully capable of doing it!"
Tan Hengqiang then nodded slowly: "Okay, then issue the appointment. Appoint Tan Mingchao as the commander of the First Army, effective immediately. In the name of the garrison headquarters, issue him a letter of appointment."
"OK."
Zhang Xunchen thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I think we can get another group of young officers to help our prince carry his sedan chair!"
Hearing this, Tan Hengqiang smiled, and couldn't help but reach out and gently patted Zhang Xunchen on the shoulder: "After so many years, you still know me best."
Zhang Xunchen paused, thought about it again and again, and couldn't help but say: "Old Tan, don't say that I understand you. From the perspective of a friend, I want to ask you a question..."
Tan Hengqiang asked: "What do you want to ask?"
Zhang Xunchen sized up his expression and asked in a low voice, "Old Tan, are you just acting this time or are you really going to fight?!"
Tan Hengqiang lowered his head, fell silent and did not answer.
…
Late night, at the Tan family villa.
It didn't take long for Tan Mingchao to receive a transfer order from the garrison, informing him that he would serve as the commander of the First Army.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Tan Mingchao drank coffee and looked at the letter of authorization with a complicated look in his eyes.
Wawa was also awake. She sat next to Tan Mingchao in her pajamas, and said with a somewhat dissatisfied tone, "What does Uncle Tan mean by this? There's going to be a war, and he appointed you as the commander of the First Army and pushed his son to the front line?"
Wawa was not happy, but was full of worries about the transfer order.
Tan Mingchao put down the letter of appointment, thought for a moment and said, "You don't understand. The old man promoted me not to fight, but to make second-hand preparations."
As he spoke, Tan Mingchao looked a little gloomy, and couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, I always feel that the war is coming, and the old man is still a little hesitant..."