Chapter 940: Work Arrangement

This day, Master Wang got out of the beautiful bed early in the morning, left the infatuation of the woman, dressed neatly, and drove the jeep to the outskirts of the city. The hardworking people had already woken up early, and every household had some cooking smoke, starting a day of production and life.

Even without prior preparation, Master Wang bought a fat old hen at a high price, then went to the hospital pharmacy to buy Chinese herbal medicines such as ginseng and velvet antler, before returning to the mansion in Shichahai.

Stewing old hen soup is a dish that is both simple and not simple. When ordinary people stew it, the chicken soup is greasy, the chicken meat is dry and astringent, and it doesn't look very beautiful. In this regard, Master Wang had done deep research.

Master Wang was shirtless, wearing loose big shorts, enjoying the coolness of the morning, and doing the preparation work he knew by heart without haste.

When the hot water on the stove was bubbling and rising with heat, he had also prepared the ingredients. He rummaged through the kitchen cabinet to find a whetstone, moistened it with tap water, and began to sharpen the iron kitchen knife with a clanging sound.

Master Wang's heart was as calm as an ancient well, while the old hen, whose feet were bound and was lying paralyzed at the door, was in despair, but dared not let out its clucking cries of sorrow.

It finally welcomed the end of its life.

It was picked up by Master Wang, a bowl was placed underneath, and with a pass of the blade, its neck was slit, and the bright red blood flowed into the bowl.

It flapped its wings, but they finally hung down powerlessly. Perhaps it once had a great ambition in the chicken world, wanting to fly onto a branch and become a phoenix.

Its small eyes finally lost their luster, and it finally welcomed the end of its life...

It was scalded with hot water to remove its feathers, its heart and intestines were cut open by a knife, and it was washed and boiled in hot water. It entered the casserole, was seasoned, and finally began its sublimation.

Master Wang lit a cigarette, tidied up the vegetables he bought yesterday, prepared to make two refreshing small stir-fries, and steamed some rice, waiting to make it into water-rice in a while. On a summer morning, the appetite is never very good, so it still needs to be taken care of...

Xiao Suizi slept very well. The matter that had been entangled for several years could be considered to have a result. It was explained clearly, the knot in her heart was untied, and her body was exhausted, so she slept until the sun was high.

Smelling the faint fragrance, she slowly put on her clothes, drank the boiled water placed by the bed, and followed the smell to the kitchen.

"Slept well?"

"Yeah." Xiao Suizi nodded with some shyness. Meeting Wang Yan's eyes, plus the discomfort of her body, it was easy for her to recall the infatuation of last night.

"What delicious food did you make? It smells like chicken?"

"I ran to the outskirts of the city early in the morning to buy an old hen. You've lost some vitality; although it's not much, it's still good to replenish it."

Xiao Suizi rolled her eyes at Wang Yan and asked: "Is it the ancestral secret recipe you mentioned before?"

"You still remember?" Wang Yan nodded with a smile, "It'll be ready soon. I guarantee you'll want to eat it twice after eating it once."

"Great, I was wondering why you were being so mysterious at the time. So you were waiting for this?"

"Not really. This old hen soup is a bit too strong; normal people don't need to eat it. You're just eating one meal, and you can't eat too much. Alright, stop rolling your eyes, go wash your face, comb your hair, and it'll be ready in a few minutes."

Xiao Suizi said "um," took a basin to catch cold water, and washed her face in the yard. There weren't that many procedures; just brush her teeth, then wash with soap, and then comb her hair, apply some vanishing cream on her face, and that was it—fresh and cool.

Of course, this was only for now. When the beauty and skincare market rises in the future, she will definitely have to apply and smear...

Very quickly, the meal was on the table.

Wang Yan filled a bowl of soup and tore off a chicken leg, placing it in front of Xiao Suizi: "Try it."

Xiao Suizi first leaned in to smell the light fragrance, then used a spoon to scoop some, blew on it twice, and then carefully took a sip.

Her eyes shone with light; that was the joy of enjoying delicious food. "It lives up to being ancestral. It's really delicious, not greasy at all, and especially fragrant." She praised Master Wang's craftsmanship.

"That's right, I never brag. Eat quickly and replenish well. Let me tell you, the next time you want to eat this, it'll have to be when you've given birth and are in confinement."

"Get lost, who's going to give birth to your child?"

"It definitely has to wait until you graduate. When that time comes, I'll go to your house to apologize with a thorn on my back. It's all my fault; I can't even let you give birth openly..."

"Alright, let's take it one step at a time. Why say so much? Are you going to let people eat or not?"

Wang Yan didn't say any more and filled her a bowl of porridge: "I have to be out all day today, and it'll be late when I get back. You can look after yourself and go out to eat something. Do you have money in your hand? Don't be reluctant to spend it; I have plenty of money."

"Can having more money compare to a capitalist?"

Xiao Suizi smiled, "My expenses aren't big to begin with, unlike you, who spends money lavishly. After you finish eating in a while, send me to school. You're not here, and I feel terrified staying by myself. It's better to go to school and read books. If you come back early tonight, come pick me up at school. If it's late, then don't bother."

"Look at how aggrieved you sound. How late could it be? I'll pick you up. Let's see if we have time in the next day or two to go to your house for a sit-down. I guess this will be the last time your parents give me a good face. It'll be hard to visit again in the future..."

Xiao Suizi smiled; she chose it herself, after all.

When eating, it was good that Wang Yan was present, because there were basically no leftovers; he could eat them all.

"Didn't you say it's a great supplement and shouldn't be eaten too much?"

"Are our physiques the same? I chew ginseng like radishes. Hurry up, tidy up and let's go."

"There's nothing to tidy up, let's just go."

"Then you stroll around the yard twice to digest, and I'll wash the bowls and chopsticks."

"Comrade Wang Yan, work hard, the organization won't treat you badly." Xiao Suizi patted Wang Yan on the shoulder, but she didn't stroll around the yard. Instead, she went to the study and flipped through the manuscripts Wang Yan had written...

It was certainly impossible for all five hundred soldiers from the Kunming Military Region to come out to eat and drink; there were still some who were physically inconvenienced. And the remaining soldiers who wanted to go out couldn't possibly walk down the street in a line; that would make the passing masses misunderstand that something had happened. After all, there were hundreds of people, and walking on the street was too eye-catching.

So Wang Yan chose a gentler way, borrowing a pile of vehicles from the Beijing Military Region, including trucks and jeeps. Although it was equally eye-catching, with more than ten military vehicles parked at the entrance of Donglaishun, it made people think they were going to raid Donglaishun, but it was still much better than everyone walking over in a line. At the same time, it was also friendlier to the soldiers who were physically inconvenienced.

Since Company Commander Wang had made a move, he naturally had to treat them well—eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want. However, considering the influence and the situation of the injured soldiers, there was no alcohol, and smoking was not allowed, but everything else was very good. From the regimental leaders who came to join in the fun to the soldiers at the grassroots level, it was lively and very happy.

After the meal, they drove around the city, taking a quick look at Tiananmen, the Temple of Heaven, the Summer Palace, Beihai Park, and other places. In the evening, they went to the Beijing Hotel to eat Tan cuisine. This was all reserved in advance. They drank alcohol at dinner, but not much—all Moutai, each person drinking two or three taels, just to show respect.

This was because they would go back to rest after dinner and not wander around destroying the image of the People's Liberation Army.

That night, Wang Yan naturally went to pick up Xiao Suizi. Having tasted the marrow, the joy between men and women is endless...

Thus, the next day, the soldiers and commanders of all levels who had rushed from various places to participate in the battle gathered at the Great Hall of the People and were led to their seats by special personnel. There were also domestic and foreign reporters and photographers present, recording and filming.

When holding a big meeting, the process is actually fixed. Summarize the battle, then the chief speaks, and then the commendation begins. Talk about the battle achievements, affirm the role, and then the chief presents medals and certificates.

Just as mentioned earlier, Wang Yan was awarded the honorary title of "Special Class Combat Hero" and the merit of "Special Class Merit," and was also awarded the August 1st Medal. This is the highest honor for a soldier. The reporters took photos of him, saying they wanted to put him on the front page. This was of course very normal, as his combat achievements were the greatest.

In addition, the soldiers under his command were also quite good; they were all combat heroes with merits, just of different levels. There were fewer first-class ones and more second-class ones. Overall, the assessment of the soldiers was relatively reasonable, and the soldiers themselves were convinced, having already known about it beforehand.

Now that they were being commended here, giving such an honor was what was important.

This could not be called complete formalism, because it was affirming the soldiers' achievements in defending the country. Although the event lasted a long time, the soldiers were willing to do it; that was something with a spiritual belief inside.

The company was also awarded the honorary title of "Fierce Tiger Hero Company." It could be said that the honor had been maxed out.

The commendation ended in the afternoon. The soldiers enjoyed a state banquet at the Great Hall, while Wang Yan was received by the chiefs.

"Good for you, Wang Dapao. I heard you took hundreds of people from the Kunming Military Region out to eat yesterday?"

"I used to tell the soldiers about the situation in Beijing, and none of them had been here before. My royalties were more than I could spend, so I might as well be generous and let the soldiers enjoy themselves. Besides, Chief, I heard from our chief that it's not Wang Dongliang anymore? Why is it still Wang Dapao?"

"It's Wang Dapao, and it's even more Wang Dongliang. I just insist on calling you Wang Dapao. Do you have an opinion?"

"How could I dare? Whatever the Chief says is right." Wang Yan smiled honestly and straightforwardly.

"I heard that the soldiers who went to fight with you are not easy to manage?"

"Yes, I heard that too. They are all soldiers with simple minds, nothing more than feeling that their leaders are not strong enough. To speak truthfully, there's really no way around this. I didn't expect that I would be like going home when I went to the battlefield. After living together day and night for a month, the soldiers had some personal worship of me. This is definitely wrong, and their ideology is still not hard enough, but they are absolutely good soldiers, not arrogant soldiers. They complete their daily training very well, and their attitudes are very correct."

"According to my personal understanding, it's just that the fighting was too fierce and the memories were too deep, and they haven't adapted yet. I think we still need to give them some time to let them settle down. Moreover, the soldiers have all made contributions this time, and there will definitely be other arrangements for them in the future, promotions and appointments. When they take up leadership positions themselves, they will understand everything."

Wang Yan's words were quite beautiful and his considerations were comprehensive. The chiefs all nodded, expressing their approval, and one chief even threw him a cigarette.

"I heard you told your chief before you went to the battlefield that you wanted to establish special forces?"

"How would I dare to think about that? It was because I tucked my pistol into my leg for easy access at the time, and the chief said it looked like the special forces of the American foreign devils, so I said I had to write an article to discuss it. If the foreign devils have them, we must have them too."

"Young people shouldn't be hesitant. Aren't you Wang Dapao? Now it's time for you to fire your cannon. You fought on the front line in this battle, and you also participated in the Kunming Military Region summary meeting later. We have plenty of time today, so talk to us about your views."

Wang Yan lit his cigarette, took a sip of tea, looked at the secretary on the side, and immediately opened his mouth. Facing a room full of chiefs, he didn't feel nervous and spoke naturally about his thoughts.

Actually, he didn't have too many thoughts; it was mostly what he had written in "My View" at the Military and Political University earlier, just with examples, making it more detailed and extending it further.

It was still necessary to cut the army, and military spending could not be reduced, but rather increased. On one hand, improve the treatment of soldiers, and on the other hand, vigorously develop the military industry and improve the treatment of scientific research personnel...

Wang Yan was naturally very good at talking, and as he spoke, the chiefs joined in, but mostly they were asking questions about his views, and the atmosphere was very harmonious and enthusiastic.

The chiefs of course couldn't stump him; he was just bringing the future appearance of the army to the present. After all, he understood everything very thoroughly, and the chiefs discovered that what he said was not scattered, but systematic and a highly feasible plan.

Military reform is actually not complicated to talk about. Summarized, it unfolds around two points: one is to improve the quality of soldiers, which is for elite troops; the second is to improve the strength of armaments, which is for strong weapons. Soldiers must be elite, and weapons must be powerful.

But behind this is a huge system. The improvement of soldiers' quality is not a matter of one day or one night, but requires generations of outstanding talents to devote themselves to national defense construction and gradually improve. Among them, daily training, combat readiness training, etc., all need to be continuously optimized, and this is not something that can be achieved overnight.

As for the research on armaments, it is even more time-consuming. From cultivation to research and development to application, this is a huge project that requires a long time.

At the same time, the logistics system that ensures the efficient operation of the army naturally also needs supporting reforms, which is also a big project.

Wang Yan's task was to say whatever came to mind, and the rest was not his business. It was just because he had put forward ideas before and was very daring to speak, and this time he had indeed participated in the battle and had personal feelings. The chiefs already had ideas, and he was just opening up some ideas for the chiefs.

He spoke while drinking tea. The service was very good; the tea in his cup was never empty. When he finished drinking, someone would refill it. Plus, there were a room full of old smokers, and chiefs would often throw him a cigarette, which was quite comfortable...

A long time later, someone reminded the chiefs, perhaps there were other arrangements.

A chief asked Wang Yan with a smile: "You also know that we must cut the army this time. With fewer people, your Art Troupe will definitely be cut. What are your thoughts on future work?"

"Just speak boldly."

"Do you think he looks like a timid person? Could Wang Dapao be called that for nothing? You went in and out seven times on the battlefield, and it was on our modern battlefield. You are braver than Zhao Zilong. Speak up."

"I am a brick of the revolution, moved wherever needed. I obey orders and listen to commands in everything, all at the arrangement of the chiefs."

"I'm telling you to speak."

"Yes, Chief. I haven't considered it yet, because I have already submitted a report, and the chiefs of the Political Department have approved it. For the next year or so, I want to perform in regimental units of the participating troops, actually understand the situation of the troops on the east and west lines, and write a book. The title of the book is the song I wrote, called..."

"Blood-Stained Elegance, right? We've all heard it. You kid really have a knack for writing songs."

"Thank you, Chief." Wang Yan smiled. It was all his "creation," no problem. He continued, "In addition, I want to write a summary of my personal experience. And some fantasies, such as how to fight this battle if our military strength reaches the level of the US and the Soviet Union."

"Then you must write it well. We also want to know how they fight."

A chief said: "After more than a year, the Art Troupe will most likely be cut. How about this, first transfer you to the Equipment Department of the General Staff. Don't you have ideas about weapons and equipment? Food, clothing, housing, transportation, guns, and weapons, all need to be considered. Your brain is active, you know how to fight, and you can fight. I'll arrange a few people for you, and you can advise them."

"Then my performance..."

"Your brain is quite active, why are you being stubborn now? You can come up with a training plan and let the soldiers practice first. If you have any ideas about equipment, just come back and discuss them. Don't be so rigid. Can't you do this if you do that? You didn't delay becoming a great writer while performing for soldiers in the Art Troupe, did you? Alright, it's settled. Little Liu, take him to report to the Equipment Department."

Wang Yan's next work was arranged just like that.

This was not sudden. After all, he could really fight and was writing about future wars, so he naturally had some insights into armaments. Now that he was sent to the Equipment Department and asked to lead the soldiers who had fought with him to train special forces, it was both an important assignment and not.

If he succeeded, it was an important assignment. If he didn't, he was just talking on paper. Of course, even so, the chiefs wouldn't treat him badly; it was just changing his post to do some theoretical research. Make the best use of everything and everyone.

The Equipment Department is currently just a sub-department under the General Staff. It will become independent in the future and become the General Armaments Department, and later it will become the Equipment Development Department. The level is continuously improving. It is at the same level as the General Staff, the General Political Department, the General Logistics Department, etc.

His appointment was obviously not a whim, but had been decided long ago. Because after he arrived at the Equipment Department, he found that a set of personnel had already been assigned to him. He had an office, civilian subordinates, and a research and development group that had just started working after graduating from university. Of course, there were also senior R&D personnel, and they were currently researching new guns.

For the army, the consumption of dozens of special forces is negligible. It can be considered that the chiefs had some small ideas because of his words, and he was both civil and military, so let him try. Anyway, it wouldn't delay anything, so it was a spare move. As for letting him engage in armament research, there was indeed relevant text in his previous "My View." Letting him engage in it, offer ideas, and manage a group in a unified way was no problem.

Anyway, it had to be researched. There were so many research projects, and it was unknown whether they would produce results. His group was also on the establishment, so there was no problem. The means to manage Wang Yan so that he wouldn't go out of bounds was, of course, the review and distribution of funds, ensuring that the young man's mistakes were within the controllable range.

The chiefs' arrangements were quite good and reasonable. They fully considered his conditions and his talents that were unknown whether they could land, giving him a stage to display and let him exert himself.

Wang Yan got to know the people in this R&D group, had a simple exchange, and after mutually examining their levels, he immediately set the next research goal, which was to research sniper rifles.

It is unreasonable for special forces not to have long-range, high-precision, and high-power sniper weapons. Sniper rifles can be said to be the standard equipment for special forces.

China's special forces started very late, in the 1990s. At that time, the whole army selected excellent soldiers, equipped them with the most advanced weapons, and conducted special training. In fact, it was also imitation—imitating the special forces of the foreign devils, and summarizing their own experience in this process. By later, all major military regions had special forces that could fight. Mysterious and powerful were their synonyms.

Research on sniper rifles started quite early, but none of them were very successful, and there was not much emphasis on them. When summarizing the experience after the Vietnam War, it was discovered that the Vietnamese monkeys had sniper rifles given by the Soviet Union, and they had special snipers to snipe at our army, causing some trouble. So they learned the lesson and immediately researched it. That year, they imitated Soviet weapons and produced the Type 79. After improvement, the Type 85 was finally finalized.

Wang Yan of course would not imitate. He intended to guide his subordinates to design the M99, the so-called Barrett, a heavy weapon that was absolutely easy to use. It was just too heavy, the barrel was long, it was not easy to carry, and the sound was loud, exposing the position. But at least produce a result first to prove that Wang Dapao was not firing blanks, but really had shells.

Some shortcomings and problems could be improved slowly. First, produce the sniper rifle. After having this idea, whether it was inventing new weapons or improving them, it would be simpler. The difficult part is the process from nothing to something.

The sniper rifle and the establishment of special forces could be considered the true contributions and changes Wang Yan had made in the few years since he arrived... ===== CHAPTER 941 =====

It was just that everyone looked better on the surface; at least it could be considered an explanation.