Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Ten Era)

"They are two, you mean they know each other," After a slight stunned, Liu Guoliang's face immediately turned red. He had almost always stared at Heishizhai with one eye open when he was sleeping. He had memorized Zhang Songling's personal resume and picked out many illogical places, without witnesses or gaps for a long time, but he did not expect to compare the latter's resume with the other people's resumes to find coincidences and support.

"It's dark under the light, it's dark under the light. This time, you, Liu Guoliang, finally neglected once." Deputy Commander Zhang Jiyun keenly felt Liu Guoliang's embarrassment, shook his head, and used teasing to smooth things over for him.

When Liu Guoliang heard this, his face became hotter and hotter. He shook his head, then pointed his finger at his forehead and said, "Old Zhang, don't be embarrassed by me. The problem lies here. I know very well now. Hi, after working for so many years of security work, those who have been picking faults have become a habit. I never thought that trust others and help them make up for the incomplete resume. Or Lao Su, his vision is wider than mine, and his mind is much clearer than me."

"Okay, I didn't criticize you, so why do you take the initiative to wake up?" Commander Su Xing waved his hand and stopped Liu Guoliang's self-criticism. "I have said a long time ago that you are responsible for the security of the entire military sub-district. It is also necessary to treat people strictly, but the premise is not to wrongly accuse your comrades. Let's talk about these words in the future. Now we will solve the urgent problem first. Since Fang Guoqiang and Zhang Songling were familiar with each other and he is a top student who graduated from the Anti-Japanese University, I suggest that he be sent to the Black Stone Guerrillas to serve as political commissar. What do you two think?."

"I agree." Deputy Commander Zhang Jiyun responded loudly without thinking. In his opinion, the position of political commissar of the Black Stone Guerrilla Brigade is determined as soon as possible, the better. After all, Zhang Songling himself does not agree with the conditions for part-time positions, and both of the most important positions allow him to participate, and he is prone to tend to be a mountain dominant trend.

Liu Guoliang's thoughts were similar to Zhang Jiyun, but when he thought of Fang Guoqiang's personality that was more serious than himself, he felt a little hesitant, frowned and murmured in a low voice, "Since they have shared hardships and cooperated with each other, there shouldn't be much problem, but, tsk."

"What's wrong? Just say something. When did you learn to stammer?" Commander Su Xing glared at Liu Guoliang and urged loudly.

It happened that a gust of morning breeze blew in from outside the door and rushed towards Liu Guoliang's face. He was forced by the cold air in early spring. Liu Guoliang shivered slightly and smiled and said his true thoughts, "Fang Guoqiang is good in other aspects, but sometimes he likes being serious too. I personally think that he is suitable for general document sorting work in the security department, but not for being a political commissar. Being a political commissar requires some work skills and experience in dealing with problems. He is very lacking in both aspects, at least, more learning and training."

"Then let him go to the Black Stone Guerrillas and study while working. He is unfamiliar with methods and lacks experience. He is not considered a big disadvantage. We, who didn't come from this stage, will be beaten and beaten, and then hit them. Let's do this. I'll talk to him tonight. If he says he can humbly accept the lessons of the past and actively cooperate with Comrade Zhang Songling's work, the position of political commissar will be his." Su Xing has always tolerated his subordinates, especially those younger generations who are more capable of doing things but also have one and another shortcomings. He likes to give the other party more opportunities, wave his hands, and make a decision with a smile.

"This,, it's good." Liu Guoliang hesitated for a moment and finally nodded slightly. Deep down, he still thought that Fang Guoqiang was not a qualified candidate for political commissar, but now the military sub-district has a serious lack of talent reserves, and for a while, he really couldn't find a more qualified candidate. From the perspective of ensuring the loyalty of the Black Stone Guerrillas, having a person like Fang Guoqiang who likes to be a serious political commissar is better than sending a good old man who is timid and can only be mixed with. At least, at critical moments, he knows how to stick to his political bottom line.

Su Xing has a decisive personality. That night, he talked to Fang Guoqiang. He heard that his younger brother Zhang Songling was still alive in the world and had become the captain of the guerrilla brigade who was alone. Fang Guoqiang couldn't believe it at first, and then a smile of relief bloomed on his face, "It's really a little fat man, it's great. I thought that I would survive that day and that day. Commander, please send me to his work. I really want to see him again. Whether it's a cadre or an ordinary soldier, I firmly obey the arrangement."

"I asked you to go, not to let you go and reminisce about the past." Feeling the simple friendship between young people, Su Xing smiled knowingly and reminded in a low voice, "Heishizhai is a minority settlement area. There are many Mongolian soldiers in the guerrillas, and their customs are obviously different from the Central Plains. In addition, the place has been in anarchy for a long time. Many soldiers have been a horse thief or had connections with the Green Forest Road before joining the guerrillas. In short, the situation you are about to face is very complicated and you need to be fully prepared in advance."

"I'm not afraid, I promise to do my best. Back then, when I was in the old Hebei army, many of my habits were obviously different from my hometown, but I could adapt. So this time, I also believe that I can integrate into the team as soon as possible." Fang Guoqiang straightened his chest and expressed his confidence.

Not to mention going with old acquaintances, or being sent to a front-line unit casually, for him now, it is better than sitting in a temporary dormitory every day waiting for notifications. Those who have never experienced it will not know the torment. Only those who have experienced it will know what life is like a year.

At this moment, Fang Guoqiang knew very well that the leaders of the military sub-district were misled by the warning and wanted to polish their edges through this way of hanging up. However, when fighting against the big beating, the other party took the lead. Since the other party was still arguing, he wanted to solve the problem through fists and feet. Of course, he did not make the reason for being a sandbag and being beaten.

For those who are willing to sit down and have a good talk, Fang Guoqiang never mind convincing the other party, or being persuaded by the other party. However, if the other party has thin arms and legs, but is unwilling to consider his true importance and insists on refusing force, Fang Guoqiang will never learn from the Buddha's way of cutting flesh and feeding the eagle. In his opinion, it is impossible to influence the eagle, but instead strengthen the other party's greed. In the end, he will peck you into a pile of bones and stand on the bones and scream a few times, making joke about how stupid the victim is.

In the eyes of Fang Guoqiang, black is black, white is white, and other Fang Guoqiang is to hate evil. The flag of the Communist Party cannot be defiled by anyone. No matter how famous this person is outside and has a wide influence, if he wants to use some things to catch wind and shadow, he must pass the other Fang Guoqiang first. For this reason, even if he is torn to pieces, he will do whatever he wants.

Of course, in front of Su Xing, the commander of the military sub-district, Fang Guoqiang would not take the initiative to complain to him. That punishment did not teach him any lessons, but the lessons he learned were definitely not what some schools hoped. He learned to temporarily hide his sharpness and quietly look for opportunities. He learned not to cause trouble for his leaders and try to solve problems in a safer way. What he did not learn was that he turned a blind eye to his mistakes and even had the same dust as the light, even if this temporary pretending to be confused is for the long-term development in the future.

Commander Su Xing did not expect that Fang Guoqiang had thought so much in his mind. As a senior leader who presided over the operation of the entire military sub-district, he only wanted to use the strengths of each talent, ignore their weaknesses, so that every talent under his command could find a suitable position and be trained and grown in his work.

The cause of the Communist Party of China will never be as big as before. The future role of the Chabei Military Sub-district will not be limited to the northern part of Chahar. The Communist Party of China is in a period of rising. With the development of the party's cause, more talents and stronger talents are needed to be invested in it. These talents must be cultivated from now on and reserved from now on. Only by preparing for the future can we avoid the tragedy of no general in Shu when we need to use them.

He reached out and patted Fang Guoqiang on the shoulder, and Su Xing smiled and said, "It's good that you have this confidence. Comrade Zhang Songling is both young. What young people are most afraid of is to aging before they grow old, rather than making mistakes at work and falling down; get up, smile at their own shadow, and then put down their burdens and continue moving forward. In this way, our steps can go further and further."

"Thank you for your encouragement by the commander." Feeling that the matter of going to Heishi Village was already indecisive, Fang Guoqiang saluted Su Xing with a smile.

"Ghostly smart." Su Xing first cursed, then put away his smile and announced the answer in a low voice, "Comrade Fang Guoqiang, after the investigation, the organization decided to appoint you as the political commissar of the Black Stone Guerrillas, cooperate with the captain Zhang Songling to carry out the fight against the enemy, and fully preside over the organizational construction task of the guerrillas. Are you confident of bearing this burden?"

"Yes, I swear as a Communist Party member." Fang Guoqiang was so happy that he floated up, stood up straight, and saluted Su Xing again with a standard military salute.

He was left in the military sub-district for more than 20 days. Every day, he watched a classmate from the Anti-Japanese University to work one after another. He could hardly close his eyes in his dreams. Today, the clouds above his head finally dispersed. He finally had a strong hardship and had a space to show his strength. From then on, the sea was wide and the fish leaped, and the sky was high and the birds could fly.
Chapter completed!