Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Setting up a dedicated line is the top priority. When Jackie Chan returned from the Information Brigade, the first thing he did was to figure out how to get the capacity expansion fee.

According to what Station Master Ma said, the minimum cost for setting up a dedicated cable line would be 40 yuan.

Jackie Chan definitely couldn't afford it himself!

All his current salary adds up to only a few tens of thousands of yuan a year. After so many years in the army, his total savings are less than 200,000 yuan.

If 200,000 could get the cable installed, Jackie Chan would definitely give it all away without hesitation.

He genuinely has little desire for money.

Soldiers' desires are all about honor, and Jackie Chan's desires are also about honor. If you stay in the military your whole life, money doesn't really matter much.

Unfortunately, 200,000 is only enough for half of it; the rest is still a headache.

Jackie Chan did consider calling home. His grandfather and the Xu family had been operating a mining business together for several years, and their assets had long exceeded one million.

Investing a few hundred thousand yuan in the military is not an easy task, but it's something you can manage if you grit your teeth and persevere.

But Jackie Chan thought about how he and his younger brother Cheng Cai had been in the military for so many years and rarely went back to fulfill their filial duties, which was already very unfilial.

It would be really inappropriate to continue exploiting your family at this time.

So unless absolutely necessary.

Jackie Chan didn't want to call home.

It can only be considered a last resort, a last-ditch effort when all other options are exhausted.

Jackie Chan thought about it until late at night after he returned, and even recalled what he could do to quickly double his wealth back in 2008.

I did come up with a lot of ideas, but they were all very troublesome to put into practice.

Either it's impossible to do in a short time, it would take at least several months to operate, or it's constrained by one's own status.

According to relevant military regulations, military personnel are not allowed to engage in business outside the military.

Jackie Chan can't go into investment either.

Finding outsiders to help you invest is an even less viable option. Not only does it risk revealing your foresight, but it also risks having your money stolen and absconded with.

The early 2000s was a time when scammers were rampant and running away with people's money was at its most rampant.

Jackie Chan, who was at his wits' end, couldn't sleep well that night. His dreams were all about finding ways to raise money.

However, things just happened to be so coincidental.

Just as Jackie Chan was racking his brains over the cost of increasing the capacity, he spent the entire next morning thinking about it but still couldn't come up with a suitable solution.

A major event occurred in the First Division, which brought a turning point to the issue of capacity expansion fees.

At noon, Long Xiaoyun called, saying with a hint of resentment, "Commander, it's not that I'm in a hurry, but you can't just fool me like this."

They promised to deliver the generator at nine o'clock, but it's already noon and there's still no sign of it.

With so much equipment needing debugging and software development and public relations efforts required, the training of new recruits couldn't proceed. Time is of the essence!

You can't expect me, with hundreds of people in my information unit, to spend every day weeding and cleaning the playground.

Not here yet?

Even Jackie Chan himself was stunned.

The engineering battalion must have had some nerve to disobey the order given by the division commander himself.

That's obviously impossible!

So Jackie Chan remained calm and decided to figure things out first. He reassured Long Xiaoyun and asked, "Don't worry, there's definitely a problem. I'll fix it for you. Do you know where the generator is?"

"I've checked. The generator set did indeed leave the archer battalion, but for some reason, it ended up being transported to the armored battalion," Long Xiaoyun said.

"An armored battalion?"

Jackie Chan knew very well that he hadn't given that order, and the fact that his order had been changed made his face harden. He said coldly, "See you at the armored battalion."

After hanging up the phone, Jackie Chan grabbed his hat and keys and strode out of the mayor's office to the door.

Driving an off-road vehicle with license plate number 0001, we headed straight for the Expert Grounds camp at top speed.

When he arrived at the armored battalion, Long Xiaoyun, who was about the same distance away, had already arrived and was waiting beside the vehicle.

This shows how anxious Long Xiaoyun was.

The armored battalion camp was almost empty, with only a few sentries on duty.

"Where is he? Where did Boldav go?" Jackie Chan asked coldly.

"I just asked the sentry, and he said they've all been taken to the training ground," Long Xiaoyun replied.

"Get in the car."

Jackie Chan said just two words, and after Long Xiaoyun got in the car, he stepped on the gas and drove straight to the training ground.

Even from a distance, Jackie Chan could see that there wasn't a single armored vehicle in the armored vehicle training ground, but instead a group of Qing soldiers dressed in Qing army uniforms.

The combination of the straw hat and the red-tasseled spear looked completely out of place in this military setting.

In particular, the commander of the armored battalion, Boldav, also changed into a Qing Dynasty general's uniform, rode a horse, and held a large sword, trying to act like a theatrical performer.

Accompanied by various large cameras and lenses, there was also a very obvious film studio set up on the far right.

It's obvious this is all an act!

As the division commander, he had not received any notification, and all the soldiers under his command had stopped training, changed into costumes, and gone to act in a play.

This shows a complete disregard for his position as division commander.

Jackie Chan's face immediately darkened, and he got out of the car and strode over.

He shouted from more than ten meters away, "Bourdaf, you come here!"

Jackie Chan's roar, with its imposing stature, is as penetrating as a lion's roar; it can be heard not just a dozen meters away, but even a hundred meters.

The film set, which was in the midst of a lively performance, suddenly came to a halt after Jackie Chan shouted that.

It felt like the pause button had been pressed!

When Bauerdav heard Jackie Chan's roar, his heart trembled and he felt inexplicably panicked. He quickly rode his horse over.

When Baoerdafu came to stand next to Jackie Chan, even on horseback, he was only as tall as Jackie Chan.

This shows the imposing presence of Jackie Chan's height.

"Commander, what brings you here? We're just putting on an act. This is a crucial moment, hehe." Boldav chuckled.

Paul Duff was ordered to lead the team here, and he thought it was Jackie Chan who gave the order.

He didn't know why Jackie Chan was so angry.

"Get down here right now."

Jackie Chan shouted, and Bauerdauf felt a chill run down his spine and quickly dismounted.

He gave a proper salute and reported, "Comrade Division Commander, our unit has received orders from the division headquarters to cooperate with the television station in filming a TV series. Please give your instructions. This is Commander Borgdav of the Armored Battalion."

"Hey, are you kidding me, Lord Bao? The cameras are rolling! Filming has already started! Why have all your people stopped? What are you doing?"

A loudspeaker blared from the film studio, urging Baldav to come over and lead the filming crew.

"They're here, they're here."

Bauerdav, unaware of the gravity of the situation, waved behind him and said to Jackie Chan, "Commander, this scene isn't finished yet. I'll go back to filming now. You guys stay here and watch for a bit; it's quite fun. Excuse me."

After saying that, Boldav turned to leave, but after taking only one step, he heard the words behind him, and his body froze.

Did I tell you to leave?

Jackie Chan's simple words were like a magic spell, making Bauerdaff dare not move an inch, staring at Jackie Chan with a bewildered expression.

It's as if they're saying, "Didn't you give the order for us to cooperate with filming? Why are you so angry now that we've started filming?"

Jackie Chan originally wanted to question who in the division headquarters had given Borgdaf the order to cooperate with the filming without his command.

Before Jackie Chan could say anything, the annoying chatter started again.

"Hey, you two watching the show over there, what are you doing? If you're going to watch the show, move back a bit, don't block our filming. What are you looking at? I'm talking to you, you big idiot."

Judging from the fact that this person is the only one sitting, we can tell that he is the director here.

"What a fool! Heh."

Jackie Chan was so angry he laughed. It was the first time anyone had dared to say that to his face. He immediately walked past Bauerdaff and strode toward the studio.

The two sides were about 20 or 30 meters apart. Due to the difference in size between distant and near objects, the shouting director didn't feel much.

But as Jackie Chan walked closer and closer to him, he became increasingly aware that something was wrong and couldn't help but feel more and more nervous.

When Jackie Chan stood before him, the aura emanating from his two-meter height and the majesty radiating from his serious expression were palpable.

The director was terrified!

Sweat beaded on my forehead at a visible speed, and I stood there frozen, completely afraid to make the slightest movement.

His arrogance just now seemed like a fleeting cloud.

"This is the First Division; what I say goes."

Jackie Chan coldly left a sentence, snatched the megaphone from the director's hand, and strode towards the stage while the director broke out in a cold sweat.

A man next to the director was also startled and quickly took out his phone to call: "Producer Qiao, Producer Qiao, come over here right now! There's a problem on set, something big has happened! A tough guy has arrived."

Jackie Chan let the man make the phone call to call for backup, then walked onto the stage with a cold face, raised the megaphone and ordered, "You all know who I am. Now listen to me. Everyone, throw away whatever you're holding."

Jackie Chan's personal image is highly recognizable; everyone in the First Division knows him.

Now that the division commander had personally taken the stage to give the order, not a single soldier from the armored battalion dared to disobey. They immediately threw away the prop red-tasseled spears they were holding.

"stand at attention."

Chen Long issued the second order, and the armored battalion soldiers playing the roles of Qing soldiers stood up straight and at attention.

"All officers and soldiers of the armored battalion, I am now officially issuing an order: put your uniforms back on immediately and assemble here in five minutes."

Jackie Chan gave the order, and the soldiers immediately carried it out, starting to remove their costumes and props on the spot.

The directors, screenwriters, and others who had been making a lot of noise before didn't dare to stand up during this time; they were all stunned by Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan stopped the farcical performance; the next step was to find out who gave the order.

Now is a critical moment in the formation of the First Division. The military region leaders are waiting to come down and inspect it. The training time for each battalion is very limited, and we must make the most of every minute and second to train.

Using precious time to cooperate with the film crew in acting is simply a ridiculous joke.

Even the practice of the military cooperating with film crews in filming has existed since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Many films produced by the August First Film Studio have drawn personnel from the military.

But the troops participating in the exercise had plenty of time to put on a show.

The First Division doesn't have one.

That's not a concept.

However, just as Jackie Chan stepped down, the director, who had been stunned, finally came to his senses.

Seeing that the soldiers were starting to take off their costumes, the scene was about to break down, and the director got anxious and rushed to Jackie Chan's side.

He said in a humble voice, "Comrade, comrade, you can't do this recklessly. Producer Qiao has already discussed it with you. You'll get your full payment."

"Service fee?"

Jackie Chan, who is currently struggling financially, was tempted by the word, but he didn't say anything; it wasn't time to reveal his true intentions yet.

He still had a stern face and scolded, "Shut up. I'm the one who makes the decisions here. I don't care what kind of producer you are. You have thirty minutes. Take your things and get out of here."

If you don't leave by the time your turn is up, I'll confiscate you and your equipment.

After saying that, Jackie Chan turned and left. The director was so anxious that he wanted to curse, but when he saw Jackie Chan stepping into the door, he swallowed the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on? What's going on?"

A woman carrying a small backpack and wearing a red dress ran over.

"Producer Joe, you've come at the right time. I can't film this anymore. I can't continue. This guy who appeared out of nowhere won't let us film anymore. I'm so angry. I'm leaving. I'm going back to Hong Kong for vacation."

The director didn't dare to get angry at Jackie Chan, but in front of this woman, he became arrogant again, turning around and leaving in a huff.

"Director Hou, Director Hou, wait a minute, don't go yet. Wait for me here for a moment, I'll go and solve it for you right away, I promise I'll solve it for you."

After saying that, Producer Joe chased after Jackie Chan, shouting as he went, "Hey big guy up there, wait a minute! What's wrong with you? Don't you have any sense of reason? How can you act so recklessly?"

"Me, acting recklessly? Heh."

Jackie Chan sneered, "This is the military base, not your film studio. Who gave you permission to film here? Trespassing on a military camp is simply outrageous."

"How could you trespass? Commander Wu agreed to this, and we signed a contract. You will be held legally responsible for what you've done."

Producer Joe stood with his hands on his hips, speaking with absolute confidence.

As a woman with a powerful background, she was much more resilient than the director and wasn't too afraid of the imposing Jackie Chan.

"I didn't even agree, so who would sign a contract with you? It's ridiculous," Jackie Chan mocked.

"Oh ho, so it's not okay just because you didn't agree? You've got quite the nerve. You're just a three-star colonel, what makes your words carry so much weight? Do you even know how much our film crew costs per day? It's tens of thousands! Can you afford to pay for any delays?"

Producer Joe rattled off a long string of words, while Jiancheng watched coldly without saying a word, sneering and mocking, "Forget it, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. With your tiny three beans, we're not even in the same league."

I advise you to bring Commander Wu over and let me talk to him. I'll have him deal with you.

"Take care of me?? Him? Hahaha."

Jackie Chan burst into laughter, not from anger, but purely from being amused by the ignorance.

(End of this chapter)