In Soviet Russia, governors had great local power, and those who could hold this administrative position were bound to be loyal to Stalin. In other words, they were all part of the Stalin group.

Perhaps Umov couldn't restrain his excitement and simply told Yang Mingzhi about the secret.

"General Berekov, do you know the current governor of Novosibirsk Oblast?"

"I don't know." Yang Mingzhi answered neatly.

"It's a man named Gorlovsky. He is basically the same age as me, and he is also a busy man. Maybe you remember what I once revealed to you. The current Novosibirsk Oblast is too large, and some areas will become their own

A state.”

"Yes, I vaguely remember."

"Governor Gorovsky has been busy with this matter during this time. He went to Omsk to discuss the matter with local people. Now all parties have reached a consensus. In the future, the territory of Novosibirsk Oblast will become smaller, and Omsk in the west will

Omsk will be upgraded to a state. As for who will be the governor of Omsk, Comrade Gorovsky is willing to be the governor. Since he has this intention, who will be the governor of Novosibirsk?"

Umov deliberately said this, and Yang Mingzhi was actually quite familiar with this, so he said with a smile: "Could it be you? Oops, there is an imperial decree in it, isn't it Comrade Stalin?

Also supported?"

"Of course, you should understand... Many issues here require Comrade Stalin's decision. However, more than two-thirds of all representatives of the state-level Soviet congresses must support it. However, they will support this kind of thing. The current

Everything is an internal change, but I am a little surprised."

"Hey, what are you surprised about?"

In his heart, Umov actually regarded Yang Mingzhi as one of his own, and his inner fear was almost gone.

"I thought I would serve as mayor until my retirement. Ah! Comrade Berekov, you are my lucky star. You are an auspicious bird that flew to me across the Ural Mountains, just to give me

Come to bring happiness. Haha, when I serve as governor in the future, I will have greater power."

"Ah, that's really congratulations."

"Just congratulate me? You should think more about it. I have reasons to support your career more. Maybe you want to show your extraordinary talents in front of the leaders. And I, I pay more attention to the lives of the people living in Siberia. I think

You know what I mean."

It is impossible to explain a large number of words clearly on the phone, and a detailed conversation requires a harmonious meeting.

Now Yang Mingzhi had to think more about it. He estimated that the transfer of high-level personnel at the state level within Soviet Russia must have Stalin's personal signature. Who has the guts to oppose Stalin now, or they are out of their minds.

, or they are enemy agents.

Stalin must have agreed to let Umov be promoted. Maybe, as Umov said, his arrival as a lieutenant general also caused some people to ascend to heaven?

After listening to the flattery, Yang Mingzhi had to think this way. If this is really the case, I am afraid that there is indeed a deeper consideration of Stalin.

He still remembered what Stalin said in the bunker.

"I will support you as much as possible."

These are Stalin's original words. Look at Umov now, and the future governor will also repeat these words. In this way, who is whose auspicious bird?

Yang Mingzhi thought for a while, and even worried about Umov: "Comrade Mayor, shouldn't everything you told me on the phone be kept secret?"

"Ah, that's true in principle. But this matter is already an open secret, and there will be no more variables."

"Hey, I'd better call you Comrade Governor now."

Umov continued to talk about important things: "Dear General, many things cannot be explained clearly on the phone. I would like to invite you to come to my office again in the afternoon. We can discuss the future matters. In the evening, we will also

We can have dinner together. Dear comrade, I not only have vodka here, but also some red wine."

Accept this old guy's invitation to go to the Municipal Soviet? All for a secret internal meeting? And then have a big meal?

There is no point in holding a small meeting. After all, the topic must be weapons and the like. Rather than bothering to talk about science for them, it would be better to spend time at the Academy of Sciences and personally lead the designers to come up with some new ideas.

As for the issue of eating, that's really a problem.

After the meeting, he must have been drinking, and they liked it. He was drunk for two days in a row. Even if his wife was not angry, how could such an important body of mine be able to withstand it?

Yang Mingzhi currently has no interest in meetings or dinners. He can drink vodka at any time, and the recent dinner was noodles made with love by his wife. Of course, it is most important to go home and eat after finishing the day's errands.

Yang Mingzhi immediately excused himself: "I'm sorry, Comrade Governor..."

"No, please continue to call me mayor."

"Okay, Comrade Mayor, my work is very busy today, and I may have to work on it until late at night. I want to have a meeting..."

"Since you can't spare time today, you have to do it tomorrow. Okay, it's decided. Tomorrow happens to be Comrade Gorlovsky's return, and we were going to have a meeting. You can also be present, and we will hold another meeting about

At the meeting for the training of the new troops, the military commander himself will also be present. You are also a general, so you have a reason to be present."

Umov did not give himself any power to bargain. Since he was so insistent and the reasons he gave were somewhat reliable, what could Yang Mingzhi do? Considering that Umov would become louder in the future, he would definitely ask for help from him in the future.

I had no choice but to agree today.

"Haha, you agreed very readily, I like it. Let's do this. You and your wife will attend tomorrow. Please wear formal clothes and all the medals. The meeting will be held tomorrow afternoon, please be sure to prepare it in advance.

Prepare."

At this point in the conversation, the two of them fucked each other for a full twenty minutes before Umov finally put down the phone with satisfaction.

Originally, Umov planned to make a phone call to Yang Mingzhi to invite him. The so-called morning meeting on September 25th was to further internally discuss the important issue of splitting the Novosibirsk Oblast.

The split of the state was a certainty. Umov was promoted to the governor of the reduced-scale Novosibirsk state, and the first deputy mayor was promoted to mayor. After the transfer of Governor Golovsky, most of the state agency staff remained

Take office.

The split of the state still needs a formal state-level Soviet congress to give it legal recognition, which is actually a procedure. Before that, several more internal meetings need to be held, and first of all, there will be a series of personnel changes, which will make the split of the state

Proceed smoothly in an orderly process.

Indeed, we are in an extraordinary period now, and there must be no trouble on the home front.

The morning meeting will be one of many internal meetings, and by the afternoon meeting, it will basically be a military meeting.

How is the training of the new unit? How is the armed status of the new unit? It is somewhat of a summary meeting, and it is also a discussion on the return of future recruits.

Nowadays, a legendary general is adjacent to Novosibirsk, and the governor Gorovsky, who has not yet been transferred, has reason to invite such a figure to the meeting.

"Okay, now my wife and I are going to the city again. I can go alone for this kind of thing. It's not like they don't know about my wife's situation. Why do they insist on tormenting a pregnant woman just because she is also a hero of the Soviet Union?"

After picking up the phone, Yang Mingzhi was cursing and lamenting that he shouldn't have made this call to Umov.

Haha, I really wanted to bring him good news, but I never thought that Umov would become the good news bearer.

Anyway, not much time is wasted.

"Oh, they may be impatient..."

Yang Mingzhi walked out of the big office quickly. When he went out, he was quickly surprised by the sudden appearance of a truck in the distance.

The appearance of trucks is really baffling. There are so many of them. Why do they come?

If there is a way, nothing can be written without coincidence.

Yang Mingzhi's call lasted for more than 20 minutes. At a time when making phone calls is a luxury, such a long call was really a lot of time on the phone.

Just now, Grishenko didn't have the guts to interrupt the general's call, and it was impossible for him to do so, so he had to rely on the car door to smoke and wait. He thought the general's call wouldn't take long, but who knew it would be a lengthy call.

That is, when the general was on the phone, three trucks drove close to the square of the design bureau with a unique roar.

Grishenko narrowed his eyes vigilantly and quickly motioned for his subordinates to cheer up.

"Lebed! Semyon! You two go and check out the situation!"

The guards approached cautiously and stopped all the trucks.

Who was coming? What I saw was a group of people wearing yellow-painted steel helmets. When the vehicle stopped, they jumped out of a car one after another.

As for the other two vehicles, there was obviously a large amount of cargo piled on them, and since they were both covered with thick dark green canvas, no one knew what was inside.

However, those people all wore yellow steel helmets, and their identities were probably construction workers.

Grishenko thought for a moment and remembered the agreement the general had made with Lysenko.

Especially after some negotiation, the visitor's intention was completely understood.

"Haha, you guys are too lazy. Today is already the 23rd, you should have built the new toilet a week ago!"

Grischenko wears a blue hat, and his special status makes many construction workers fearful. Yes, who dares to cause trouble to the Ministry of Internal Affairs personnel? It is wise to remain respectful.

Grishenko did not want to show off here. Since he was going to build a new toilet, in order to ensure the general's absolute safety, he knew that he had the obligation to inspect all the building materials and even the workers first.

Especially the leader of the construction team, this person must be scrutinized even more strictly.

"what's your name?"

"Semyon Semyonovich Milolaev, the city's construction bureau sent us to work here." The squad leader replied respectfully.

"Okay." Grishenko motioned for his subordinates to come over and ordered: "Milolaev, gather your people and accept our inspection."

Today the general is going out on business. Regardless of whether the general is there or not, everything in the design bureau must be protected. Grischenko ordered his subordinates to check these people carefully, especially their documents and clothing.

This move brought a sense of panic to these construction workers. It was this special feeling that could not help but make Gryshenko wary.

"Milolaev, I see your people are nervous?"

"Yes, they...you seem to regard them as criminals, and the next step is to send them to labor camps."

"Indeed." Grishenko shrugged, "I heard that there are such labor camps in some places outside the city. They are all hateful anti-Soviet elements. What do you think of this?"
To be continued...