Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2949 Yifei Resigns
The appearance of this formation brought the atmosphere of the entire military parade to its warmest and most touching climax.

The veterans watching the ceremony wore kind and gratified smiles, as if they were witnessing the continuation of life and the passing on of their cause.

The eyes of the second and third generations are filled with anticipation for the future.

The children walked to the viewing platform, but instead of leaving immediately, they quickly dispersed and began a wonderful cultural performance in the center of the square.

Uyghur boys danced the passionate and unrestrained Sainaim, Kazakh girls performed the graceful Black Horse Dance, Mongolian children presented a bold wrestling dance, and Han children performed the fun-filled Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps-themed dance "Little Reclamation Soldiers"...

The sounds of music, laughter, applause, and cheers mingled together, creating a sea of ​​joy. The solemnity of the military parade and the national celebration were perfectly blended together.

After the performance, people from all ethnic groups who had been waiting poured into the center of the square.

A Uyghur uncle, skilled in singing and dancing, played the rawap, and beautiful girls and young men automatically formed a circle and began to dance the Meshrep.

The Kazakh dombra also started playing, and the songs were melodious.

The Mongolian toasting song echoed in the square...

The Han Chinese were also deeply moved, joining in the dance or clapping enthusiastically on the sidelines.

Veterans Ye Wancheng, Wei Quanyou, and others were surrounded by enthusiastic crowds, and children presented them with hada scarves and flower hats.

Wei Quanyou's usually serious face broke into a rare, relaxed smile. He even awkwardly swayed his shoulders, mimicking the manner of a young person, which drew even more enthusiastic applause and laughter from those around him.

Ye Yuze, Yang Geyong, Zhao Ling'er and other second-generation members also put aside their usual seriousness and joined in the national carnival.

Yang Geyong was even pulled into the dance circle by several ethnic minority friends, and he danced a lively dance. His slightly stiff movements made everyone laugh.

The aroma of delicious food began to fill the air. On one side of the square, in the temporary "Ethnic Unity Food Corridor," the smell of roasted whole lamb, the steam of hand-pulled rice, the charred aroma of tandoori meat, the rich aroma of milk tea, and the sweetness of various fruits tempted people's taste buds.

When people got tired of dancing, they gathered in small groups to share food, talk about the grand celebration, reminisce about the glorious past, and look forward to a brighter future.

As the sun set, it draped the military reclamation city in a golden cloak. The revelry in the square was gradually coming to an end, but the people's enthusiasm had not waned.

Wei Quanyou politely declined Ye Wancheng's invitation to stay in the city for the night, saying to Ye Wancheng:

"Wancheng, the 'August 1st' celebrations in the city are over, but the 'August 1st' celebrations on my border are not over yet. I have to go back and take a look."

Ye Yuze arranged for a vehicle to take the old squad leader and his wife back to the border.

Before leaving, Wei Quanyou looked at the magnificent city before him, at the crowds still reluctant to disperse in the square, laughing and chatting, at his old comrades in their worn military uniforms, and at the vibrant second, third, and fourth generations of the family. He murmured to himself:
"Great, that's wonderful."

This sentence says it all.

As night fell and the city lights came on, a grand fireworks display took place over the military reclamation city. The colorful fireworks bloomed in the night sky, forming patterns such as "August 1st," "Long Live the Motherland," and "The Spirit of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps Will Shine Forever," bringing the festive atmosphere to its climax.

In the square, people looked up and gasped in amazement. The light of the fireworks illuminated the weathered yet serene faces of the veterans, the confident and determined eyes of the second and third generations, and the innocent and joyful smiles of the fourth generation and children from all ethnic groups.

On this day, the Military Reclamation City solemnly paid tribute to history, showcased the present, and heralded the future.

The spirit represented by that faded old military uniform is like the brightest star in the night sky, forever guiding the way; and the prosperity and unity created by generations of Corps members and people of all ethnic groups through their joint efforts, like this endless flame, will surely continue to shine on this ancient yet young land, its brilliance enduring forever!
August 1st is not only Army Day, but also a spiritual totem engraved deep in the souls of all members of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps and all people living on this land.

It reminds people where they come from and where they are going. The story of the military reclamation city continues; the legend of the Production and Construction Corps will never end!
When Yifei returned home, she looked somewhat forlorn, seeing her family all together in a lively atmosphere while she was all alone.

Although the situation is understandable, she is, after all, a woman. Even though she is the top official in the military reclamation city, so what?
Ye Feng spends most of his time in the United States and rarely returns home, especially after taking over the Warrior Group, he has been so busy that he seems to have forgotten about his family.

Moreover, Yuanfang had been staying with him in the United States, which was also a source of worry for Yifei.

Although they had been a couple since childhood, she only aroused Ye Feng's sympathy and became his wife.

Her situation was actually not good. Although she held a high position, the Ye family's current status had become a constraint for her.

After all, China is very sensitive about the relationship between officials and businessmen, especially since she is located in the headquarters of the Warrior Group.

According to regulations, this should not have been allowed, but the higher authorities took into full consideration the special circumstances of the matter and tacitly approved it.

After all, the Ye family is what it is. We can't ruin Yifei's future just because she's a daughter-in-law of the Ye family, can we? After all, Yifei is very capable.

Now, Ye Qianqian and Liu Junken, who were paired with Yifei, have both been promoted to headquarters leaders. Only Yifei, out of concern for her status, refused to be promoted and remained in Junken City.

Actually, she did have her own selfish motives. After all, she could protect the warrior group here and prevent them from being messed with by some ignorant people who liked to point fingers.

It should be noted that the Warrior Group is not only a business owned by the Ye family, but also owns 49% of the shares in the Military Reclamation City.

The shareholder representatives of Junken City had caused trouble for the company recently due to issues related to new energy, which annoyed Yifei.

Both Ye Yuze and Ye Feng are very assertive people, but they can't be assertive in Junken City.

One reason is that this is their hometown, and another is because of Yifei. If a conflict were to break out, Yifei would be in the most difficult position.

That evening, the family sat together, and Yifei was somewhat sullen because no one knew this family better than her.

Ye Yuze seemed to understand the reason for his daughter-in-law's unhappiness, smiled, and raised his glass:

"Girl, you're not allowed to drink normally, but today is a festival in Junken City, come on, cheers!"

Yu'e also put her arm around Yifei's shoulder: "Listen to your dad, drink it."

Yifei obediently picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp. Although this was her father-in-law, in her heart, he was her own father, even closer than her own father.

If it weren't for him and Ye Feng, I would no longer be in this world...

After finishing her drink, Yifei pursed her lips and said, "Dad, I want to quit my job."

Ye Yuze was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening and poured himself another glass of wine:

“If you’re unhappy at work, just quit. Our family isn’t one that needs to struggle for a living. There’s no need to worry about things…” Ye Wancheng rarely interfered in family matters, but at this moment he glanced at Yifei:
“Yuze is right. As long as you are selfless, you don’t need to worry about anything.”

Yu'e interjected at this point: "I think it's good to resign. Give her my company, and she won't be bored or under any pressure."

As night deepened, warm lights shone from the windows of every household in the military reclamation town, mingling with the lingering glow of fireworks in the sky. In the Ye family's living room, beneath the joyous festive atmosphere, a subtle, almost imperceptible, somber tone lingered.

Yifei drank her drink rather quickly; the spicy liquid burned from her throat all the way to her heart, but it seemed unable to dispel the lingering loneliness.

Her father-in-law Ye Yuze's understanding, her mother-in-law Yu'e's care, and her grandfather Ye Wancheng's words, "With a selfless heart, the world is vast," soothed her like a warm current, but also strengthened her long-held idea.

In the following days, Junken City returned to its usual busy pace, but Yifei's heart felt as if it were being weighed down by something, heavy and uneasy.

She continued to chair work meetings, conduct grassroots investigations, and handle various affairs in the vast military reclamation city. Every decision she made was still decisive, and every instruction she gave was still clear.

Only she knew that the storm raging inside her about "going" and "staying" never ceased.

She loves this land deeply. Every inch of this land is soaked with the sweat of her parents, and every moment of prosperity here is the result of the hard work of second, third, and even fourth generations like herself.

Junken City was not only where she worked, but also her root and her soul.

Protecting this place, especially the group of soldiers who are inextricably linked to the military reclamation city, is her inescapable responsibility and an important reason why she chose to stay.

However, the more she loved, the more cautious she became. Her marriage to Ye Feng and the sheer size of the Warrior Group were like two invisible eyes, constantly watching her.

Despite the trust of her superiors and the support of her colleagues, she always carefully avoided crossing the red line between officials and businessmen.

In every matter involving the warrior group, she needs to put in double the effort to uphold justice.

Sometimes, she even had to remain silent on issues that were beneficial to the overall development of the military reclamation city in order to avoid suspicion, which often made her feel an indescribable sense of frustration and exhaustion.

Ye Feng was far away overseas, and the heavy responsibility of the Warrior Group rested on his shoulders alone. She understood his busy schedule.

Although Yuanfang's companionship was a hidden thorn in her heart, it was a bond they had shared since childhood, and she, as the "newcomer," seemed to have no right to criticize it too much.

However, the long separation, the pressure of bearing it alone, and the sense of alienation from not being able to fully integrate into Ye Feng's core emotional circle, gnawed at her heart more and more clearly after the excitement faded.

The suggestion from her mother-in-law to let her take over the clothing company was undoubtedly an easy and stress-free choice.

Could one break free from the constraints of identity, breathe freely, and perhaps even have more time... to build their own family? Once this thought arises, it carries an irresistible allure.

Countless times she wandered alone by the office window late at night, looking down at the brightly lit, vibrant city.

From the former military base on the Gobi Desert to today's modern metropolis, her youth has been filled with unforgettable experiences.

"Do I really have to leave?" she asked herself.

A sense of guilt, akin to that of a "deserter," often washes over me. But another voice says:

Perhaps by changing our approach, we can better protect it and live for ourselves for once.

Hesitation, back and forth, weighing the options... this process lasted for nearly a month.

Finally, on a starry night, Yifei sat at her desk, the lamplight casting a soft glow on the pristine white paper. She picked up her pen, took a deep breath, and wrote—"Resignation Application."

Each word was written extremely slowly and heavily.

She stated her reasons, mainly "personal and family reasons," expressed her gratitude for the organization's training and trust, and conveyed her best wishes for the future of the military reclamation city.

She didn't mention anything about the troubles involving the Warriors Group or the Ye family; those were things she had to process alone.

By the time the report was finished, the sky was beginning to lighten.

Looking at those thin few pages of paper, she felt as if most of her strength had been drained away. The next day, instead of submitting it immediately, she locked the report in a drawer and pondered it for three more days.

Only after confirming that this was a well-thought-out decision, rather than a product of a momentary impulse, did she take it out, print it, and solemnly sign her name—Yifei.

At the moment she submitted her application, she didn't even dare to look at the surprised and regretful eyes of her superiors.

She simply lowered her head and quickly said, "Thank you for the organization's years of training. I'm sorry for the trouble." Then she practically fled the office.

The news spread like wildfire within the small core circle of the military reclamation city.

When Ye Yuze and Yu'e learned of this, they simply sighed softly and expressed their support for any decision she made.

After a long silence, Grandpa Ye Wancheng said, "This child is too thoughtful."

Ye Feng, far away in the United States, was visibly stunned when he heard the news during the video call. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a mixture of guilt and understanding. In the end, he only said:
"You've worked hard. It's good for you to come back and rest, or you can come to my place."

Colleagues in the military reclamation city felt incredulous and regretful.

Yifei's abilities are undeniable, and her fairness and dedication are deeply appreciated. Many people speculate whether she made this decision due to pressure from her family or the warrior group, and various rumors circulate among them.

After submitting her application, Yifei seemed to have a huge weight lifted off her shoulders, or perhaps she had lost her balance.

She began organizing her office belongings and handling handover matters, waiting for the final approval with mixed feelings.

She imagined many possible outcomes: a peaceful approval, perhaps a farewell party, or her superiors trying to persuade her to stay, but her mind was made up...

She never considered another possibility...

The days passed in a seemingly calm but actually turbulent wait.

The Corps headquarters attached extraordinary importance to this matter, and it is said that they held several discussions on it.

Just when Yifei almost thought the approval was about to be issued and began planning her "post-resignation life," an unexpected transfer order exploded like a thunderclap over the military reclamation city...