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Chapter 143 Chapter 143: Negotiation
The panes of the military meeting hall are mahogany straight squares, also known as 'tofu grid', and its architectural meaning is 'upright everywhere'.

When Joan walked into the compound, he saw two vague figures inside through the opaque pane: one was sitting and the other was standing, neither of them spoke.

Joan stopped and stood where she was, and said to the guard who came in, "I'll wait here."

"Please go over there." The guard made a gesture of invitation, pointing his palm to a rest pavilion in the compound.

Joan slightly twitched the corners of her mouth, turned her eyes around the two figures, and followed the guards towards the rest booth—she was standing right in front of the people in the conference hall, although she had checked her body and did not There are no weapons, but the guards here are so cautious that even the possibility of one in ten thousand must be ruled out.

What's more, she is in charge of the information force, and they don't know how many strange methods they don't know and don't worry about!

Joan suddenly felt that there was actually a lot in common between himself and this old man—the goal was simple and firm, but the process was complicated and changeable.

How to stick to a simple and firm goal in a complex and changeable environment, people cannot be simple.To plan, to calculate, to be ruthless.

*
"You just talked about the country and the mother, but the purpose of you standing here today is to talk about the affairs of your father's family." After a long silence, the old man finally spoke to get to the point.

"You know what I think, and I'll wait for your decision." Guan Ruicheng nodded, his voice was still warm and calmer than when we first met.

"Don't talk about conditions, just talk about ideas?" The old man smiled slightly, and lightly tapped the armrest with his hand on the armrest of the chair.

"There are some things that cannot be negotiated; some people's ideas don't need to be influenced." Guan Ruicheng nodded.

"Okay." The old man nodded, stopped his gently tapping hands, looked up at Guan Ruicheng, and said with a smile, "Sit down, let's have a good talk."

"Okay." Guan Ruicheng nodded slightly, took a step back and sat down.

"Your grandfather was a man who went to the battlefield back then. There are not many old people like him in the whole country. He is a national treasure." The old man said with a sigh.

"Okay, it's meaningless to say more about these nostalgic words. I understand your thoughts, but I still have to discuss the final result with your grandpa." The old man said softly.

"Thank you." Guan Ruicheng looked at the old man sincerely, letting go of the things hanging in his heart.Although the old man said that he would discuss it with Mr. Guan, it meant that Mr. Guan would not necessarily agree to the decision he was going to make.But with Mr. Guan's status and reputation in the army, as well as his own temper, there is a high possibility that the talks will collapse.

but……

That's all he can do.

"How long can you stay in the army?" asked the old man.

"The shortest is three to five years, and the longest is seven or eight years." Guan Ruicheng replied.

"What are the influencing factors?" the old man asked again.

"Changes in the environment at home and abroad." Guan Ruicheng said: "At home, it refers to a pure environment that allows the development of the information army and a strong enough scientific research support team. If it goes well, the deployment can be completed in three years."

"Overseas refers to the international form. Now all countries are preparing. Some want to increase plunder because of the domestic economy; some want to maintain hegemony because of the control over small countries; some want to break free from control for development. No matter what the purpose is, A war is inevitable."

"Then will the war be launched because a certain country has lost patience? Or is it time to change the world pattern? These are all things we need to understand and analyze."

The old man nodded, and continued his words: "Under the rebalancing strategy, everyone is cautious. Although it will not be imminent, it is also extremely dangerous. You mean, after a necessary war, you can fight for decades time?"

"The current analysis is like this. Under the trend of rising from east to west and falling from west to west, it should not be more than a few decades." Guan Ruicheng nodded.

"That's the analysis, but I really dare not..." The old man was silent for a while, and said frankly.

"Understood, so sometimes someone needs to break the situation." Guan Ruicheng was also very frank.

"So...you think it's Joan?" The old man's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Yes." Guan Ruicheng did not evade.

"This child... It's okay, no one else can do it except her." The old man nodded slowly, but his eyes were serious. He looked out through the blurred pane, and Joan was no longer there.

*
Ten minutes later, Guan Ruicheng walked out of the military office building.

Joan, who was sitting in the rest booth, saw it and stood up immediately.After the two silently exchanged glances, Guan Ruicheng strode out, while Qiao An turned back to the guard, and walked with him into the office building.

"Hi, I'm here."

When Joan arrived, the gate was not closed. The old man in military uniform was drinking tea. There was a stack of candies and snacks beside the teapot on the table, which looked very relaxed.

"Come in." The old man waved to her while drinking tea.

Joan slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, nodded to the guards around him, and strode inside.

"Sit and eat." The old man pointed to the chair and then to the candy.

"I don't eat snacks." Joan opened the chair and sat down.

"What do you want from me?" the old man asked.

"First, do you want to build an information unit? If so, let's continue the discussion. If not, I still have my plan." Joan said straight to the point.

"What are your plans? Get married and have children?" The old man's eyes flickered slightly, and he laughed.

"If you're sure you don't want it, I can tell you." Joan neither admitted nor denied, but just kept on focusing on the center of her topic.

"Yes." The old man nodded affirmatively.

"Okay, then let's continue." Joan nodded: "Secondly, when your expectations for the information force conflict with the actual situation of the country, are you willing to obey the actual demand?"

"Are you telling me this actual need?" the old man asked her.

"I can assure you that what I told you and what your consultant team told you are consistent." Joan said solemnly.

"How about we persuade each other?" The old man answered vaguely, but he also made it clear that there must be differences. If there are differences, he will not persist or give up. It depends on the actual situation.

Joan squinted at him, thinking carefully about the feasibility of this.

"Why am I the head of the military department and you are not? Because you only need to consider technology and I have to consider the overall situation; why can military experts who are more professional than me only be an advisory group instead of replacing me, because they only need to consider laws and regulations. risks, and I have to consider all factors including political economy and the world pattern." The old man's chin sank slightly, and his face was serious and gloomy.

"Okay, I agree to this one." Joan nodded, and then said: "Third, I will not interfere in the design of large organizations. I have no doubts about how many information troops there are, but in terms of information decision-making: I must know. I I will not be your weapon to balance others, nor will I be an embroidered pillow for facade."

"An information force, a scientific research team, you cooperate with each other." The old man's answer this time was very straightforward, which surprised Joan—his original Nazhiqin army was disbanded like this?

"I'll wait for your opinion, or if you're willing to include it." The old man squinted his eyes at Joan, not probing, but really asking her.

"I won't include it." Joan shook his head: "Let's put it in each actual combat unit."

"Oh?" The old man snorted, and after a while, nodded slowly: "Alright."

"Fourth, no matter what you want to do to the Guan family, you can't affect Guan Ruicheng's service in the information army." Qiao An said in a deep voice.

"Are you helping him?" The old man couldn't help being surprised.

"You can think of it that way." Joan's attitude was noncommittal.

"I don't think so." The old man smiled slightly, and handed a piece of pastry to Joan.

"Relax." Joan took the pastry, glanced at him, and answered his question.

"Okay." The old man nodded: "What else do you want?"

"The four points I just mentioned are not requirements, but are sufficient and necessary conditions for the development of the information force." Joan's eyes narrowed slightly, and with light movements of his fingers, he slowly peeled off the wrapping paper of the pastry.

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say." The old man's attitude seemed a bit conniving.

"Okay, let's talk about your worries now." Joan put the peeled pastry back on the table, looked at the old man and said seriously: "First, the training and research plan of the information force is regularly reported to the military department every month , if necessary, submit it immediately after receiving the instruction."

"Second, any changes in the personnel of the information force should be reported to the military immediately."

"Third, the actual command of the information force is yours. I will leave the entry path of the military department in the internal command system, that is, all instructions related to actual combat against the enemy. The supreme commander of the military department has the final say."

"Fourth, the information troops unconditionally meet all the operational assistance needs of the combat troops."

"What else, you can add." Joan said quickly.

"Defending is better than attacking, and defending is better than breaking. Can it be done?" The old man stood up slowly, looked at Qiao An, and said with a serious face.

"Yes!" Qiao An quickly stood up, and after a short pause and a standard military salute, he replied neatly.

"Okay!" The old man nodded, pointed to the pastry that had been peeled off on the table, and motioned for her to eat it.

"Don't eat, I'm leaving." Joan smiled brightly and brightly.

"Girl, you have to remember that as a soldier, your professional mission is greater than your personal feelings, greater than your personal ambitions." The old man didn't spare any knives, but he couldn't help reminding him in the end.

"I know, otherwise I wouldn't have persisted until now. And in the future." Qiao An's eyes froze, and he said in a deep voice.

"Okay, then you can go." The old man nodded with a calm expression.

Through the blurred sunlight passing through the window, I can only feel that he has a special sense of distance at this moment - aloof, powerful, and inaccessible.

Joan's expression was slightly condensed, he turned around resolutely, and strode away.

Guan Ruicheng and Qiao Anruo saw the hidden emotion in the eyes of the old man behind him, and they both understood it.

It's just that there are some things that no one has a choice about.

*
"Guan Ruiqing, return to the team immediately." Qiao An sent a message to Guan Ruiqing after getting into the car.

"Qiao team, isn't the technical building burned down?" Guan Ruiqing called impatiently.

"What is the total area of ​​the technology center and how much was burned?" Joan asked impatiently.

"Yes, return to the team immediately." Guan Ruiqing responded quickly.

"If there are any more orders that I need to explain, you can go back to your university." Joan snorted coldly and hung up the phone directly.

After stepping on the accelerator vigorously, the car rushed out at a speed of 160 kilometers per hour-the battle with Ouyang dragged the head in, and it ended in this way.

Guan Ruicheng was taking risks, and she believed in taking risks, but in the end there were results.

When Qiao An's car drove to the training base in the suburbs at an extremely fast speed, Guan Ruicheng was hanging fish by the small river of the base.

"I thought you would go back to Guan's house." Qiao An jumped out of the car, walked over to Guan Ruicheng and sat down.

"Could you be gentler? You scared the fish away." Guan Ruicheng couldn't help frowning when he saw water lines swaying on the water.

"I'll pay you back." Joan snorted softly, stood up, took off her shoes and socks, rolled up her trousers, and walked into the creek.

"Joan, come up." Guan Ruicheng pulled back the boom, frowned and looked at Qiao An who was agile in the sun, but for some reason, he thought of Pei Baoer, who was completely different from her.

There was no shade from the sun in the military area, so she might faint from the sun.

"Catch it." Qiao An snorted softly. Before Guan Ruicheng could recover, a fish made a big circle in the air and landed straight in front of him.

"The reaction is too slow, come again." Just as Joan finished speaking, an eel rolled from the air.

Guan Ruicheng immediately reached out to grab it, and just as he threw it into the bucket, Qiao An threw another small fish over.

"Did you feed these fish?" Guan Ruicheng couldn't help laughing when she saw her catching one.

"In the past, when this river was considered a big river, the soldiers would go down to take a bath after training. In recent years, the weather has become drier, and the big river has become a small river. I guess these fish brothers and shrimp brothers still miss us." Joe After throwing back another fish, Ann straightened up and looked at the sun in the sky—the weather in the north is famous for its dryness.

In fact, September in the north is still considered to be summer, and it is hot and dry. Walking outside for a while is equivalent to running 9 meters.It's just that Qiao An is used to the weather here and the amount of exercise of the troops, so although he is sweating all over, he doesn't feel hot.

"Guan Ruicheng, the superiors said that prevention is the main thing." Qiao An said suddenly.

"Other conditions have been negotiated?" Guan Ruicheng asked.

Joan took his eyes back from the sun, covered his eyes with his hands, let his eyes adapt to the normal light, and strode ashore from the water, looked down at the results in the bucket, and said with a smile: "It can be roasted." ?"

"You definitely will." Guan Ruicheng carried the bucket and walked towards the open space with barbecue marks in front.

"Indeed." Joan raised her eyebrows lightly, bent down to pick up the shoes and socks thrown on the ground, quickly followed Guan Ruicheng's pace, and strode beside him: "Other conditions don't matter, it's a mutual compromise. I believe that nothing can be done once and for all, so I don't care about the things he can't promise, I only care about the resources and direction he can give me."

"Smart." Guan Ruicheng couldn't help but praise—anyone who negotiates with her has only two outcomes: win or lose.

She is not devious with people, but people dare not win.

She is the best candidate for the captain of the information unit, everyone knows it.It's just that this round of playing above is trying to make Joan feel a sense of crisis?Or do you want to create conflicts between the Guan family and Mr. Qin?Or have you predicted what will happen in the future, and you still have a tender and compassionate heart for Joan, a younger girl?
　Yesterday's episode is briefly summarized:
　　1.Everyone should have heard the words of the master of high meritorious deeds. It is also common for juniors to be unworthy. This is the current situation of the Guan family.So the higher-ups deliberately moved the Guan family.So Mr. Guan came here with the intention of pawning himself in the military.

　　2.Teacher Guan showed extraordinary talent in the previous battle with Qiao An, which was the prerequisite for the superiors to accept him as a mortgage.

　　3.With this premise, he has the position to negotiate with his superiors.What he said about how to deal with the ancient understanding, the value of the ancient understanding, etc., is to remind the boss: Mr. Guan is a person who has made meritorious service on the battlefield. If there is one less person like this, he is a national treasure; he hopes to make Mr. Guan decent Leave the scene, occasionally think of it, just count it as an elder or an old friend to visit, don't kill them all.

　　In their identities, some things cannot be said very clearly, but in that position, they all know the weight of the other party's words.So it is good to speak clearly, and the words are not sharp.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)