Chapter 880: Sincerity is the Ultimate Move

In the brightly lit hall, ladies and gentlemen held their wine glasses, stretching their necks to look at Mayor Williams in the middle of the crowd, and Joy Diaz beside him.

The newly appointed Navy General of New Jincheng.

Today is the last day before he takes office; according to convention, Mayor Williams invited him to attend this welcome ceremony today.

The political and social celebrities of New Jincheng gathered together to express their welcome to the arrival of General Joy Diaz.

The military and civilians are one family; that's probably what it means.

Of course, it is impossible for everyone to come, so the people were represented again without their knowledge.

General Diaz is a general who looks only fifty-something, thin, but very spirited, with slightly gray hair; he is wearing a neat military uniform without a hat.

Standing there gives people a very different feeling, and there is a different feeling from the gentlemen around who are dressed elegantly and properly.

His face is full of smiles, not the kind of slightly contemptuous smile when General Miles came, but a very enthusiastic smile.

It's as if this general is fake, and he is just an ordinary person.

Mayor Williams said some beautiful scene words; he avoided why General Miles would leave, only talking about some good changes that would be brought after General Diaz arrived.

The applause and cheers of the people made General Diaz's face always full of smiles.

Mayor Williams turned to look at General Diaz, "Do you want to say a few words?"

General Diaz faced the eyes of the people; he pondered for a moment, nodded, and then the crowd became quiet in an instant.

He is very tall, taller than most people, and stands straight, with a special temperament, "I have always heard of New Jincheng, heard of the beauty here; this is my first time coming to New Jincheng."

"I have already felt the enthusiasm of the people here, and I will also take over Miles's work and guard all the beauty here!"

"In this process, perhaps we will have some places to contact; if I haven't done some things well, I hope you can have a little more patience, and also give our soldiers some patience!"

"I hope to become good friends with everyone, and also hope you are willing to become my friends."

He said and smiled, then looked at Mayor Williams; this represents that he has finished speaking.

People who can appear in this conference room today at least have some status in New Jincheng; they have participated in many such social occasions and know that this is the end of a paragraph.

Someone immediately started clapping and cheering, very timely, as if they had practiced it many times in coordination!

Mayor Williams took two glasses of wine from the waiter, one of which was handed to General Diaz, who smiled and thanked him before holding the wine glass in his hand.

Mayor Williams raised the wine glass in his hand, "To our soldiers, our heroes!"

General Diaz glanced at Mayor Williams and also raised the wine glass in his hand.

In fact, everyone knows what Mayor Williams is talking about, but this expression of his is very high-minded; it didn't look flattering, and wouldn't make those people in the party feel that he is a clown.

It also expressed his idea and confidence in being willing to cooperate with General Diaz, as well as his attitude.

After this glass of wine was drunk, the next is free time.

Lansi stood not far away; he was still observing this General Diaz, and the latter took the initiative to walk over.

Others saw General Diaz looking for Lansi, and they all stopped their steps to get closer, staying away from the two, taking the initiative to create a "private" environment for them.

"Mr. White!", he called Lansi's surname very definitely, which shows that he did his homework.

Lansi's face also quickly piled up with smiles, "Call me Lansi."

General Diaz didn't refuse, "You can also call me Joy; my friends all call me that."

"Joy."

The two touched their wine glasses; this counts as having met.

"I have heard others talk about you, and Miles also talked about you."

Lansi raised his eyebrows, "I hope they said good things."

General Diaz showed a general who is completely different from General Miles; he is very easygoing; he will laugh loudly here, instead of pretending to be deep.

"They said you are a 'magic boy', always able to solve many things that others can't solve."

"Ministry of Defense, military, Assembly, you are a person with a lot of ways, Lansi.", his words had words, and he flattered Lansi with a hint.

General Diaz and General Miles had a good relationship; can't say how good, but it wouldn't be very bad; after all, they are people in the same "system"; there might be a competitive relationship between them, but this kind of competition is definitely better than the competition between the Navy and the Army.

This is a benign competition; when General Miles left, he gave General Diaz a piece of advice.

Here, besides considering Mayor Williams's attitude, he also has to be careful of Lansi.

General Miles is not clear about what role Lansi played in his downfall, but it definitely wouldn't be too glorious.

General Diaz temporarily didn't have the idea of taking revenge for General Miles; he just felt that it was interesting for a gang leader to be able to get involved with so many big shots.

Only missing the Presidential Palace, he basically swept the high-level Federation in one go; as for whether he has any contact with the high-level internal of the three parties is not clear.

A very magical person, so magical that General Diaz felt Lansi was a bit unreal.

Lansi thought for a few seconds and answered very sincerely, "It's sincerity... General Diaz."

"I moved every friend with my sincerity; I believe sincerity is the most powerful weapon; as long as you pay with your heart, others will also return with their hearts!"

General Diaz smiled more obviously after listening, "Are we friends now?"

Lansi touched the glass with him again, "Isn't it?"

After the social activities at night ended, General Diaz returned to the naval base.

Many workers are cleaning the ground shattered by shells; looking at the traces on the ground, one can imagine how fierce the shelling was at that time.

The ground inside the military base is all concrete, and there are some underground facilities here, so the concrete on the ground is very thick.

It is difficult for naval guns to penetrate the ground at a small angle, so there are only shallow pits on the ground.

Workers clean out the concrete fragments and dust remaining in the pits, then sprinkle water, brush them with a brush, and then pour in new concrete.

Damage to the main body of the building will definitely have a certain impact on the entire ground, but the impact will not be too big.

"Are these Lansi's people?"

General Diaz asked while walking toward the villa where he lived.

The villa area is in the middle and back part of the naval base; although it was shelled, the best ones were not hit.

The target of the Dantran joint fleet was mainly placed on various ships docked at the port, including cargo ships in the civilian port, which were all their targets.

After these large ships sink, they will cause the port to be unable to be put into use immediately even if repaired; salvaging these sunken ships is not an easy thing, which can delay the time for the port to resume operations.

Except for some higher buildings in the naval base that became the main targets of shelling, the places where officers and commanders lived in the back were not included in the attack range.

The adjutant walking beside him nodded, "They are all Lansi's people; the labor introduction agency of the Wanli Group is currently the largest labor dispatch company in New Jincheng."

"Low price, fast construction period, good quality; you can't find anyone more suitable than them here."

General Diaz nodded and soon entered the villa.

The villa was also thoroughly cleaned, and the furniture was replaced with brand new ones; one could tell that they were unused.

The adjutant followed General Diaz into the door and took the initiative to explain, "The furniture when General Miles lived before has been packed and sent to the warehouse; they said these were all brand new furniture that had not been unpacked, and were only unpacked after being moved in and placed."

"If there is anything you don't like, or are not satisfied with, they can come over at any time to make furniture on-site according to your requirements, or order furniture."

General Diaz walked to the living room and patted the delicate leather backrest of the sofa; he could feel that this sofa was not cheap.

The decoration of the entire villa is very luxurious; some people would believe it if they said this was a house carefully decorated by some capitalist.

At this moment, General Diaz felt some emotion; he finally understood what Lansi meant by "sincerity," and also understood why the Assembly, especially Senator Cleveland's small group, had such a good relationship with him.

He understands too well!

He turned around in the room, and then came to the study.

The bookcase is also a new bookcase, including the desk, chair, all are new.

He stood in the study and looked back at his adjutant, with some confused expression on his face, because on that brand new desk of his, there was a box about a foot high and nearly four feet long.

The adjutant also saw it, a bit confused, "There was nothing here when I came last time!"

He said and opened the holster, his hand pressed on the gun handle, while signaling General Diaz not to come over, he walked to the desk.

There was a note on the box—To General Diaz, your friend Lansi respectfully presents!

Of course, he didn't really let the General open it, but pushed the box himself; it was very heavy.

But he felt that this box could be lifted, so he carefully grabbed both sides of the box and tried to lift it.

When General Diaz saw some things, he suddenly spoke, "Alright, I'll do it."

Because of the angle the adjutant was standing, he couldn't see what was under the lifted box, but General Diaz behind him could see it.

The adjutant wanted to say something, but was stopped.

Soon the box was opened, revealing the things inside, a battleship.

To be more precise, it was a battleship made of gold, currently in service, and also a battleship under General Diaz's command, the Freedom.

This was the first time he appreciated a battleship made of pure gold, and still under his command, in such a strange perspective.

This made General Diaz bend down involuntarily, carefully observing everything on this golden battleship; it was exactly the same as the real one!

There were some sailors working on it, just like a certain moment was intercepted, and then presented here in this way.

Bai Yin bottom inlaid with full broken blue gemstones, and those wave-shaped white silver without white inlay, it seemed as if it was really sailing in the sea!

This is simply a work of art!

Of course, he also saw some data on the base, for example, this battleship used 20 kilograms of gold and 5 kilograms of silver, and thousands of tiny blue gemstones.

At this moment, General Diaz had a deeper understanding of "sincerity."

The more he looked, the more he liked it; he himself is in the Navy, and this Freedom is his "seat," the more he looked, the more he felt this gift was sent to his heart!

It has nothing to do with its value, nothing to do with gold, silver, gemstones, etc., just simply liking it!

After appreciating it for a while, he said, "Is there a room like a collection room here?"

The adjutant nodded, "Yes."

He nodded slightly, "Let people put this thing in, put it in the middle, give it some light, don't break it, understand?"

The adjutant covered the box again and found someone to come.

In fact, 25 kilograms is not a heavy weight; for some professional soldiers, they have ways to carry it alone.

But carrying it and moving it without damaging it are two different things.

Two people, supporting its base from both sides, obviously made it much easier.

He sat on that particularly comfortable chair, patted the soft armrest, looked at the brand new study, and was satisfied to the point of being unable to be more satisfied!

He had a thought for a moment to call Lansi, but he quickly extinguished this thought.

If he called now, perhaps in others' eyes, he would be a person who is easy to handle; he cannot make people feel that he is easily handled, so he temporarily didn't call Lansi.

He rested in the villa at night, and the high-quality mattress let him spend the whole night easily.

After he got up the next morning, he began to take over the work here; General Miles had already left, and the only thing he took away was the people under his command; the remaining soldiers were still here.

This stick went down; it is not a simple thing for General Miles to want to climb up again and possess his own power again.

It can be said, very difficult.

For the Navy, General Miles's "exit" means one more fleet quota, one more new General.

Not everyone in the Navy is a Navy General, nor is everyone a commander of a fleet; missing a General Miles is definitely a good thing, not a bad thing, for those interest groups that still have room for progress.

The Assembly, the federal government will not let General Miles easily "rise again," and there might be a new scramble within the Navy, so it is said that General Miles wants to come back, only can wait, slowly wait.

Unless the cruelty of the war can make the Federation lose some more fleets, the federal government will consider re-employing General Miles, who might bring some changes with experience.

General Miles's backbone has been extracted, and the rest are ordinary middle and lower-level soldiers and officers who have no direct interest relationship with them.

They are actually also confused, but it doesn't matter too much, because for these people, what upper-level struggle, upper-level consciousness, are all too far away from them.

What they have to do is to continue to maintain absolute obedience.

Obey the newly arrived officers, obey the newly arrived base commander.

To ensure that General Miles didn't leave a pile of mess for him, he began to check the financial situation of the base at this time; he just checked the general situation, looking at the total income and expenditure situation.

There will be a special team to clear the specific accounts.

"This... what is it?", he pointed to one of the items in the major expenditure items and asked his adjutant.

His adjutant ran over to take a look, and was also confused—"Total expenditure on physical therapy" 【88

"I... I'm not very clear on that either."

This was a large sum of money. General Diaz frowned, "Then go find someone who knows. Judging by the quantity here, someone should know."

The adjutant quickly found a second lieutenant and brought him over.

"Good morning, General!" This second lieutenant had never stood at attention so earnestly before.

General Diaz had only a faint smile on his face, but this bit of a smile was enough. "Don't be nervous, Lieutenant. I noticed that in our base expenses, there is something called..."

He looked down at the document in his hand, "Physical guidance therapy."

"What is this thing?"

The second lieutenant's expression changed slightly. General Diaz continued to add, "Regardless of what it is, it's a matter of the past and has nothing to do with the present. You can speak boldly."

The second lieutenant's expression changed again and again. "General, sir, it is... the camp followers..."

General Diaz understood immediately. The Federation had long ago abolished military brothel camps, but some things cannot just be cut off once you say so.

For the generals and high-ranking officers at this time, if you want to make the boys charge out of the trenches to die, can you not satisfy their desires before they die?

You can't just let a group of young boys who have never had the experience leave this world just like that; that would be too cruel, wouldn't it?

So, although the federal government had long since abolished them, this situation still persisted.

It just changed from an official establishment to an unofficial one.

General Diaz looked at the document recording these figures in his hand again and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, "Who is in charge of these projects?"

The second lieutenant kept a straight face, "It is Mr. Lans, General!"

"Mr. Lans?"

The second lieutenant's expression changed slightly again. He awkwardly squeezed out a smile, "They all call him that."

General Diaz did not continue to dwell on the issue of this title. He could see that Lans had at least some status in the minds of these soldiers.

Although the last incident caused three soldiers to be sent directly to the front line, his protectiveness and his generosity made the soldiers like him just the same.

"Are these girls locals?"

"They are refugees, General!"

Diaz flipped past this page of the ledger. "Thank you for your cooperation, Lieutenant. I may need your help again in the future. Note down his name."

The last sentence was said to the adjutant.

As long as it wasn't federal girls being used, and this money was coming from Congress, he actually didn't care at all.

Now the only thing he wanted to know was how much money General Miles could get out of this.

(End of chapter)