"What's the point of being an old man with a bit gentle appearance?" Although Hu Qinghua was a little confused, the doubt was covered up by the sneer that slapped the corner of his mouth. He leaned against the head of the bed and said indifferently:

"I heard that this carport wide has been in the director of the Military Policy Research Office for five or six years. Although this department is very close to the senior management, there are not so many major policies to be formulated in the military system with technology first. So, let me see that the senior management puts him in this position, that is, to see, his shortcomings or take care of old comrades. After all, he is old and should be better at implementing policies..."

"Next!" Before Hu Qinghua finished speaking, Lu Jiadong threw a cigarette at him. Now Hu Qinghua is no longer as arrogant as when he was in the Red Star Factory. After years of tempering, his arrogance gradually faded away. In other words, he was mature and steady, and could be able to get along with his colleagues around him, and occasionally he would tell jokes.

Of course, as the saying goes, "There are red people close to the red people, and those who are close to the ink are black people. They talk and laugh with these big bongs all day long, and they can't help but get involved in some of the habits. For example, smoking. Hu Qinghua's smoking addiction is really good now. Therefore, when he received a cigarette from Lu Jiadong, he put it on his nose and smelled it, then put it in his mouth and lit it, and slid it out with a wisp of green smoke. He looked at Lu Jiadong, who was still smiling on his face, and continued his words just now and asked with concern:

"Can such a person take on this important task? If it were normal, it would be fine, but now Jiadong, you are responsible for the people who negotiated with the United States. If Che Pengkuan serves as the director of the Northern Factory, based on his stumbling situation during the day, I am afraid that if the American imperialism does what we do, we will be in chaos first!"

"But in my opinion it is exactly the opposite of what you think. If the car tent is wide, our chances of winning may be a little more. You should know that he is not an ordinary old man, nor is he a scholar who only specializes in old paper piles, but a real military expert!"

In fact, during the daytime meeting, Lu Jiadong realized that the width of the car tent was not a cadre who only talked about policies and guidelines, but a technical cadre with a solid technical foundation. During the break of the meeting, Zhong Xiaomo, deputy leader of the new tank leadership group and director of the Central Plains Electronic Radar Institute, explained the situation to Lu Jiadong.

It was not until this time that Lu Jiadong realized that the inconspicuous old man was actually an expert in power. The plasma spraying process developed in the early years greatly reduced the maintenance cost of Chinese engines, and greatly improved the service life. This also made Lu Jiadong develop a strong interest in the width of the car tent.

I originally wanted to communicate with this old military expert during the break of the meeting, but I didn't expect that Ji, who rushed over, took away Vice Premier W and Xie Chaoyang, so that the fierce military system work conference had to be temporarily terminated. As one of the confidants of Vice Premier W, Che Pengkuan also left sadly when Vice Premier W was taken away, which made Lu Jiadong's idea of ​​exchanges fail.

Of course, this failure did not make Lu Jiadong take it seriously. After all, he successfully delayed the meeting, not to mention that he had more important things to do. Since Vice Premier W and Xie Chaoyang were taken away, the so-called investigation that forced Zhu Guangrong and Zhu Haifeng was naturally lifted.

So after the meeting was suspended, Lu Jiadong entrusted Guo Qingshan to take Zhu Guangrong and Zhu Haifeng to his residence. After meeting, the few people were naturally happy. But after hearing Zhu Guangrong's real situation about the Northern Factory, the only remaining joy naturally had no way to talk about. It was not until this time that Lu Jiadong realized how serious the problem of the Northern Factory was.

But no matter how serious it is, stabilizing the hearts of the Northern Factory is the most important thing. However, the leadership team of the Northern Factory is now involved because of Xie Chaoyang's affairs, so there are no good candidates. Only Zhu Guangrong is the one who can shoulder heavy responsibilities in terms of qualifications and experience.

Zhu Guangrong could naturally see Lu Jiadong's idea, so he shied without hesitation, hoping that Lu Jiadong would not ask him to be the director of the Northern Factory at the next meeting, but proposed another candidate, hoping that Lu Jiadong would like to ask another person to serve as the director of the Northern Factory with his superiors. This person is not someone else, but the car tent width that Lu Jiadong and Hu Qinghua are talking about:

"As early as Vice Premier W was the director of the Northern Factory, Che Peng Kuan was the chief craftsman of the Northern Factory. At that time, he developed the plasma spraying process. In addition, he was decent, so his prestige in the Northern Factory was still very high. Moreover, Che Peng Kuan served as the director of the Military Policy Research Office, which is close to the top, for so many years. He is more sensitive and accurate in the direction and grasp of the entire policy than others. So, Mr. Zhu said that right, now it is the most appropriate for Che Peng Kuan to take over the Northern Factory!"

"Oh? Is that true?" After listening to Lu Jiadong's story, Hu Qinghua sucked two mouthfuls of the cigarette in his hand and nodded, but a playful smile appeared on his face, and he slowly said to Lu Jiadong:

"Jiadong, I don't think you are thinking about this!"

"How can I see it?"

"Although I went there in the afternoon, I didn't meet Jiadong and Zhu Haifeng, but I can guess what you think after working with Jiadong for so many years!" Hu Qinghua said, and the smile on his face became even stronger. Although he didn't talk much, it depends on what occasion or who he talked to. What's more, he and Lu Jiadong have long become friends who can talk about everything from their original competitors to their win-win partners. Therefore, Hu Qinghua also knows a little about Lu Jiadong's thoughts, so he opens his heart to talking about these things in this private room:

"I know that our new tank leadership group has just been established, and what we lack most is experience, especially the ability to control the overall experience. In this regard, I wish you glory and Zhu Lao is the most suitable person. If Zhu Lao serves as the director of the Northern Factory, then our new tank leadership group will probably continue to be partially prominent and overall inadequate, so..."

"So, do you think that's why I highly recommend the width of the car tent?"

"Isn't it?" Hu Qinghua stared at Lu Jiadong in front of him with a burning gaze, as if his bright eyes had already seen through everything in Lu Jiadong's heart. He was waiting for Lu Jiadong to tell him the final result to prove the correctness of his speculation. Lu Jiadong looked at Hu Qinghua's focused and serious expression as if he was specializing in a technology. A bright smile appeared on his originally calm face, and then nodded:

"You are right!" But as soon as this sentence came out, Lu Jiadong shook his head heavily again: "But, it's not right!"

When he first heard the first half of Lu Jiadong's sentence, Hu Qinghua felt relieved. In fact, as a technical otak, although he was much cheerful and easy-going, his seriousness of exploring and considering things, and his sense of accomplishment of obtaining confirmation and recognition are deeply rooted.

Therefore, when he told the speculation, he hoped that Lu Jiadong could completely confirm the correctness of his speculation in order to satisfy his small sense of accomplishment. So when he saw Lu Jiadong nodding, a burst of joy in his heart was inexplicably filled with joy. But because of this, when he heard the second half of Lu Jiadong's sentence, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then felt a little empty in his heart. Could it be that his speculation was wrong?

Seeing Hu Qinghua full of surprise, Lu Jiadong didn't know what the old colleague was thinking, so he smiled and continued:

"Actually, you're half right and wrong!"

"Half right or wrong?" At this time, Hu Qinghua was really confused. In his opinion, apart from the new tank leadership group, there was no other reason to make Lu Jiadong strongly recommend the car tent wide in front of the old leader. When Lu Jiadong saw Hu Qinghua's puzzled appearance, he couldn't help but complain:

"Who asked you to buy souvenirs when shopping in the afternoon? If you were in the guesthouse, wouldn't you know everything?"

"Uh..." Hearing Lu Jiadong's complaint, Hu Qinghua couldn't help but blush and replied in disappointment: "Oh! You know the door of my family... OK OK, let me tell you, what did you say in the afternoon?"

"acting!"

"Acting?" Hu Qinghua couldn't believe his ears, and thought Lu Jiadong was joking, but just as he was about to continue asking, the door was suddenly knocked gently. Lu Jiadong immediately stood up and smiled mysteriously at Hu Qinghua:

"Our actors are here..."

At the same time, not far from the First Guesthouse of the General Staff, the door of the 508 luxury suite on the fifth floor of the North Beijing Hotel, located not far from the North Beijing Center, was also gently knocked by the waiter carrying imported red wine from abroad. A very American-style English sound came from the door:

“comein~~”

But before the English was finished, the speaker seemed to think it was not good to say this, so he added a sentence in English:

"Please come in!"

When the waiter opened the door, a middle-aged man wearing a strap, wearing a mustache, with yellow hair and fair skin stood up from his seat, showed a kind and kind smile to the waiter, nodded politely, and continued to say in Chinese with his feet:

"Thanks!"

Then he took out a green bill of ten dollars from his pocket and handed it to the waiter. When the waiter who came in saw the green dollar, his eyes immediately flashed with bright golden light, and his professional smile also turned into flattery:

"Thank you, sir, please use it slowly!"

"Powerson, I think you should really go to Hollywood, otherwise I really feel that it is a waste of talent!" When the waiter walked out, a middle-aged brown-haired foreigner slowly walked out of the dim light in the living room. He smiled at Paulson holding red wine. His smile was a little meaningful, but more of it was as profound as a deep pool...

"Mr. Phelps, your joke is the best joke I heard in 1982!" Paulson said, picking up the red wine that the waiter had just delivered, twisting the bottle plug of the red wine with a bottle opener, and an uncontrollable look of joy appeared in his slightly blue brown pupils. He looked at Phelps, who was slightly fat but tall and smart and capable in front of him, continued:

"If I could go to Hollywood, then Phelps, you should have won the Oscar winner?"

As he said that, Paulson pulled the bottle opener upwards with a "bang~~" sound. When the bottle plug was pulled out, a strong aroma of wine also drifted out. Then Paulson poured the wine into the wine glass prepared in advance and handed it to Phelps in front of him:

"So, you, Mr. Phelps, should be yourselves who should go to Hollywood. I can guarantee that all Hollywood stars will be covered in dimness by your starlight!"

"Hahaha~~~~ I'll lend you a good word!" Phelps laughed and took the wine glass, but soon the joyful laugh was replaced by a sly smile, and then raised the wine glass in his hand at Paulson:

"Let me see that none of us will go to Hollywood, otherwise, I'm afraid that those male movie stars will throw their jobs away!"

"And those female stars, you can't let them lie on their beds with the two of us, otherwise the public enemy of the whole United States will be me, Paulson and you, Mr. Phelps!"

As soon as Paulson said this, the two of them burst into laughter at the same time, and the wine glasses half-held in the air collided together...

"Yeah!" When Phelps took a sip of the red wine in the glass, he nodded in praise, and then sighed in surprise:

"I didn't expect that a poor country like China could drink such good red wine!" As he said that, he looked at the bottle on the coffee table, picked up the wine glass and shook the red wine in the glass, and continued to say to Paulson, who was sitting opposite him:

"If you read it correctly, it should be authentic French red wine!"

"It's indeed imported from France!" Paulson's face showed a smug smile, he leaned against the backrest of the sofa, and raised his legs to cross his legs:

"Although China is very poor, the poorer it is, the more pompous it is. For example, those warlords in Africa are more luxurious than the kings of Europe? The same is true for China!"

"That's right!" Phelps nodded, then a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Otherwise, these countries wouldn't be so backward. Of course, if they don't fall behind, how could they be willing to get into our trap? Where can we make money?"

As he said that, Phelps took the wine glass to his mouth and savored it carefully, but the contemptuous smile on his face became even stronger:

"Of course, China's situation is a bit special, but it cannot escape the rut of a poor country. If you use a little means, you will take the bait yourself!"

"That's not the credit of you, a former employee of the CIA, Mr. Phelps. Now you are a hero of Gage Cinda. I believe a vice president will not be able to escape after returning home!"
Chapter completed!