Rebirth of the Rising Sun

As a former soldier, today is also a day worth remembering. For this reason, I will have a small explosion today and add three more chapters for all the passionate soldiers.

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On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Feng Sizhe got up very early.

Although everyone played very late last night, especially Feng Sizhe, who played cards with his sisters until after 2 o'clock in order to get closer to them, he was very healthy and recovered after only sleeping for three hours.

He got up early in the morning, washed his face and rinsed his mouth, then went to greet his grandfather. Because today was the first day of the Lunar New Year, time was really tight, so he did not go to practice boxing as usual, but walked to the gate of the courtyard and wrote couplets with the staff around his grandfather.

Because today is the first day of the Chinese New Year, many staff members are on holiday, and only a few people who are not from Beijing are busy here, which shows that there is a serious shortage of manpower. Feng Sizhe simply helps out and helps everyone.

Zhao Mingyuan's house was destined to be lively today. There had been news that Lieutenant General Zhao would be promoted from the fourth deputy commander of the Kyoto Military Region to the political commissar of Kyoto before the New Year.

Although it was a bit inappropriate for Zhao Mingyuan, a military commander, to be suddenly promoted to political commissar, the two articles published by Zhao's father and son on the modernization of the Gulf War were no joke. The Gulf War is still going on. Not everyone has such vision. In today's modern military construction, who can say that Zhao Mingyuan's ideas do not have the vision to strengthen the army with science and technology?

Besides, everyone knows that Zhao Mingyuan is only promoted to the rank of general by borrowing the position of the political commissar of the major military region. It may not be long before he replaces the position of the commander of the Kyoto Military Region. If it weren't for the fact that the political commissar of the Kyoto Military Region is in poor health and the commander is going to retire next year, Zhao Mingyuan might be promoted to the next level by chance and directly become the commander of the Kyoto Military Region. No matter what, he has experienced the three major battles and is very qualified.

Because the Seventh Plenary Session of the Thirteenth Central Committee had just ended not long ago, Zhao Mingyuan, the General Zhao who was about to take office, had to wait until after the New Year to perform the star-raising ceremony, otherwise he would probably have three golden beans on his shoulders now.

This time, the uncle Feng Wanyong also took advantage of this article and the appreciation and love of the Central Military Commission, including He Shasha's grandfather He Lao, who also helped to speak for him. So this time he was also transferred from the position of the commander of the 18th Division of the Northeast Military Region to the chief of staff of the Capital Rapid Modern Reaction Division. Although it was still at the division level (the commander and political commissar of the Rapid Modern Reaction Division were high-ranking), he could be transferred from the Northeast to the capital, and he was still in the Rapid Modern Reaction Division. This in itself was considered a half-level improvement, which was already very enviable. Everyone can see that if a person at this level is to go to another military region, it goes without saying that he will definitely be promoted by a level.

Because the status of both Zhao and his son in the military is becoming more and more important, there must be many senior military officers coming here to pay New Year's greetings today, so arrangements need to be made early.

After helping the staff of the courtyard to paste the couplets and sweep the sand at the gate, the dumplings were ready in the morning, and the family gathered together to eat happily. However, the difference from last night was that Feng Sizhe's sisters were obviously not in good spirits, and their eyes were red, which was obviously caused by staying up too late at night and not getting enough rest.

New Year's greetings are basically about this: subordinates come to visit their superiors to show their respect and to exchange feelings. This is how it is between people. The more you visit, the better the relationship. Otherwise, there would not be the saying that distant relatives are not as good as close ones.

Most of those who came in the morning were soldiers, all wearing shining military uniforms. There were both colonels and generals. Of course, there were mostly colonels, but there were also a few promising lieutenants mixed in.

The colonels and lieutenants who can come here are usually received by Major General Chief of Staff Zhao Wanyong, and only a few generals can walk up to Lieutenant General Zhao, chat with him, and say some happy words that everyone is willing to hear. This shows that Lieutenant General Zhao is still very majestic in the army, and not everyone can catch his eye.

Feng Sizhe, who was not very interested in these things, chatted with these people for a few words at the beginning. After being polite for a while, he simply found an excuse to slip away and entered his grandfather's study, where there was an extension phone. Of course, Feng Sizhe was the only one in the Zhao family who had the privilege of entering Zhao Mingyuan's study.

Feng Sizhe was sitting here waiting for his mother's call. Today was the first day of the Chinese New Year, and his mother had agreed to call him. Of course, there was also Alice, who would call Feng Sizhe today. Feng Sizhe also felt that it was time to make things clear with this beautiful girl who had always liked him.

"Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling, the phone rang. Feng Sizhe picked up the phone after the third ring. "Hello, this is General Zhao Mingyuan's home."

"Haha, Zhe'er, it's me." The mother's kind voice came from the other end of the line.

When he heard that it was indeed his mother calling, Feng Sizhe smiled and said, "Mom, Happy Chinese New Year. I am here to wish you a happy new year over the phone. I wish you to be younger and more beautiful, make more money, and be in a good mood."

"Okay, okay, no matter how much money I make, won't it all be yours in the future? Haha." The mother on the other end of the phone was obviously in a good mood. She was very happy to hear her son's voice. At least her guilt for leaving Feng Sizhe in his motherland was reduced a lot. At first, she was really afraid that her son, who had lived in Britain for many years, would not adapt to the environment of the Republic. Now, listening to Feng Sizhe's voice and his words, Zhao Lirong felt much better.

"How is it, Mom? Did you make a lot of money from oil futures?" Feng Sizhe asked quietly on the phone. He knew that as soon as the Iraq War started, oil prices would rise and related futures would make money, but he didn't know how much money his mother had invested, whether she really believed what he said and invested all her money, or whether she just promised him symbolically without taking any real action. This was a business that could only make money, and this was the time to make the first pot of gold. Feng Sizhe didn't want to waste such a good opportunity.