A courtyard house; Li Yunlong, a subordinate of the deputy director of Harbin Military Engineering I

In Sinuiju, after a few rounds of drinks, Old Xu, his tongue thick with emotion, began to recount the past.

He held the bowl in one hand and slapped the table with the other, and the wine in the bowl swayed back and forth without spilling a single drop.

"Let me tell you, back in the 386th Brigade, I, Old Xu, was a big shot! Ask Linglong, in every battle, wasn't I always at the forefront?"

Li Yunlong, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, chuckled upon hearing this: "That's right, that's right. Commander Xu has always been brave, but his alcohol tolerance is a bit low."

"Bullshit!" Old Xu slammed his bowl on the table, spilling a few drops of wine. "I can hold my liquor perfectly well! It's you, Old Li, who can't!"

Zhang Renfeng leaned against the headboard, looking at Old Xu's state, and felt extremely regretful.

If I had known he would be so boisterous when he was drunk, I should have pretended to be drunk and lay down earlier. Now, I'm stuck here with this old Xu, trying to reminisce about the past, and it's hard to get away.

Just then, Pei Shiqiang rushed in.

Seeing Pei Shiqiang's expression, Zhang Renfeng knew what was going on. He waved his hand, "My brother Xu isn't an outsider, little Pei, you can go ahead and read..."

Pei Shiqiang's lips twitched slightly. He knew that this telegram was probably a scathing critique from Old Xu.

Since it was the leader who said it, then we should read it.

He unfolded the telegram, cleared his throat, and began to read:

"In my capacity as the Dean of Harbin Military Engineering Institute and the Deputy Chief of the General Staff..."

Zhang Renfeng snapped, "Louder!"

Pei Shiqiang immediately raised his voice and read the entire text aloud without missing a single word.

The last sentence, "If you do not come, you will be dealt with according to the strictest hospital rules," echoed in the room for two seconds...

Old Xu's face darkened with anger; the alcohol was taking effect, his face flushed red, and he slammed his hand on the table.

"Old Chen is going too far! In just a few days, he has sent thirteen telegrams. Does he really think I, Brother Feng, am like a beast of burden?"

What is this letter now? Is it baseless? Huh?

As he spoke, he stood up, swayed, walked to the door, and waved towards the north, as if he wanted to challenge Old Chen to a duel from afar.

"Tell him back that I, Old Xu Baojian, have been itching for more..."

My sword has never been dull!

Zhang Renfeng was speechless.

When has Old Xu ever been drunk without acting like this?

nitpicking over words!

I don't know who he learned it from!

Actually, Lao Xu's alcohol tolerance is not bad, the problem is that he always chooses the wrong people to drink with!

After drinking, you can only repeat a few sentences that you can understand. I've already said, if you can't drink, don't force yourself.

The key point is that if you don't argue with him about classical Chinese, he'll still claim he doesn't understand.

"Alright, alright, I know your sword is sharp; one day you'll surely sever old Chen's head and use it as a chamber pot for my brother!!"

Upon hearing this, Old Xu chuckled sheepishly; the alcohol had actually calmed him down a bit.

"That won't do. Using it as a chamber pot would be a waste of such a slick mind!"

He thought for a moment, then let out a burp before speaking.

"Wouldn't it be great to use it as a chamber pot?"

Upon hearing this, Li Yunlong laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, almost falling off the threshold.

Zhao Gang and Kong Jie stood to the side, their faces also showing expressions of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The room was filled with the aroma of Moutai liquor and Old Xu's half-classical, half-vernacular boastful words. Zhang Renfeng leaned against the kang (a heated brick bed) and watched this scene. The fatigue he felt from just finishing a battle began to dissipate.

Several days later, Zhang Renfeng arrived at Harbin Military Engineering Institute in the early morning.

This area, encompassing the entire Wenmiao Street in Nangang District, Harbin, is the highest point in the city, offering a wide view and facilitating air defense observation. This was one of the core considerations for site selection.

Old Chen led the Russian expert team around in circles, but in the end, they still came back here. I told him long ago, but he didn't believe me.

After all, Zhang Renfeng's previous life was spent at the National University of Defense Technology, which was originally part of the Harbin Military Engineering Institute.

Sometimes Zhang Renfeng finds it quite amusing that he worked so hard to get into the National University of Defense Technology in his previous life, and in this life he directly became the political commissar, party secretary, vice president, and original shareholder.

Having lived through two lifetimes, Zhang Renfeng knew exactly how powerful the leader who proposed building Harbin Military Engineering Institute and took charge of it was during this period.

Then we have to mention Lao Nie and 502's strategic vision, because Lao Nie first proposed the plan, 502 took the specific proposal, and Lao Chen was responsible for its implementation.

Wow, finding the right father-in-law can make you rich overnight!

Those who come from military academies, as long as they don't act recklessly later on, will either become generals or colonels.

Zhang Renfeng sent Li Yunlong, Kong Jie, and others to organize the engineers they had brought back, while he led Zhao Gang and Pei Shiqiang toward the temporary command post.

The construction site of Harbin Military Engineering Institute is bustling with activity.

The engineers chanted slogans as they carried steel beams, and the bulldozers roared as they leveled sections of the old barracks wall, and the new foundation was being dug.

As Zhang Renfeng approached the command post, the guards saluted him. After Zhang returned the salute, Liu Zhiyuan, Old Chen's secretary, greeted him with a beaming smile, as if he were seeing his own father.

In the eyes of these young men, Zhang Renfeng is more than just the shield of the Republic.

Especially those from the Southwest region, they were like gods. Liu Zhiyuan snapped to attention and saluted, "Political Commissar Zhang."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Renfeng said sternly, "What political commissar? At school, you should call me dean."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Liu Zhiyuan muttered to himself, "Well, Dean Zhang is going to steal the show. Great! Harbin Military Engineering Institute has been suffering for too long. This military academy has finally welcomed its true master."

He readily agreed, his face beaming with joy.

Zhang Renfeng looked at Liu Zhiyuan, "What's the dean doing?"

"I went to sleep. I waited until four in the morning for Dean Zhang's call, but he didn't call back. I cried in frustration, so I sat on the table writing in my diary. As I was writing, I fell asleep," Liu Zhiyuan said with a smile.

Zhang Renfeng patted him on the shoulder, "Here's what you'll do. Go tell my orderly, He Daqing, to cook two bowls of noodles, one with an egg and the other with two. Go on."

Liu Zhiyuan responded and turned to run.

Zhang Renfeng stepped into the temporary command post, and sure enough, the dog was fast asleep on the table.

Judging from his sleep quality and habits, he has probably already heard the conversation outside, and he is most likely pretending to be asleep.

Why pretend to sleep?

That's where things get interesting...

Old Chen is a man who cares a lot about his reputation. If you expose him to his face, he will definitely get angry with you; but if you ignore him, he will feel uncomfortable and eventually jump up on his own.

Zhang Renfeng stepped forward and glanced at the open diary.

[August 4th was a clear day. I waited all night but Fengzhong did not arrive in Harbin. My longing for you grew stronger, and I could not sleep for a long time. I have prepared three hundred silver dollars as a welcome feast for you. I hope you will not find it too meager...]

Zhang Renfeng smiled wryly.

This guy is too cunning. Is his reputation that important?

A few days ago, I ran into my teacher while passing through Shenyang.

The teacher took him to a meal, during which he said a lot of things like "You are my beloved student" in a very earnest manner. Before leaving, he stuffed a million into his hand.

For a teacher who is known for his frugality, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Now it seems that Old Chen must be worried about the newspaper interview in a few days.

Zhang Renfeng laughed heartily and patted Old Chen's shoulder forcefully.

He dared not use too much force, for fear of killing himself. Firstly, he was not young, and secondly, he had too many health problems.

"Hey, you cripple!!"

Snapped! ! !

Brigade Commander Chen suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, the drowsiness from just waking up instantly vanishing:

"Who the hell dares to hit me? Holy crap! The infamous Master Zhang is back?"

After he finished speaking, the expression on his face changed from shock to surprise and then to feigned composure. The speed at which he changed his expression impressed Zhang Renfeng.

If this old fellow hadn't been involved in the revolution, he would have been a master storyteller under the overpass.

Zhang Renfeng joked, "Where are the three hundred silver dollars?"

Commander Chen's face was initially serious, but then he smiled and took out three silver dollars from the drawer.

"Hey, you're good at everything, but you always try to take advantage of others. That won't do."

Zhang Renfeng didn't care how much he mocked him. Even the stingy teacher had given him a million, so why would he care about three hundred dollars?

He stuffed the three silver dollars into his pocket, patted his pocket, and began to mock:

"Some comrades are really shameless. They are busy running around for a false reputation. How come they haven't been worked to death?"

This is probably the only major victory the Guangxi clique has ever achieved against your Hunan army, isn't it?

Brigade Commander Chen's expression remained unchanged, his face still beaming with smiles. "Yes, yes, Brother Renfeng, you're absolutely right."

In his heart, he had already cursed Zhang Renfeng a hundred times.

Such a beast! Does he really think I paid for those three hundred dollars?

This is an award from the Central Military Commission and Harbin Military Engineering Institute for you, Zhang Renfeng; it's a subsidy for your work at Harbin Military Engineering Institute.

I manage the college's finances, and I've already destroyed the corresponding invoices. When reporting to my superiors, I only said that the subsidy had been issued and the money and goods were settled. Using the Harbin Military Engineering Institute's subsidy to do my old Chen's business, isn't that great?

"Alright, let's not reminisce anymore."

Commander Chen pulled Zhang Renfeng to sit down. "You recommended three academy sites, which is excellent. The Soviet experts praised your expertise. The head of the expert delegation insisted on paying a visit to you, Zhang Renfeng, when he heard you were coming!"

You probably don't know, do you?

The annihilation of two divisions in the Korean War directly shocked Comrade Dalin. Marshal Zhukov said, "I heard you're going to oversee the Harbin Military Engineering Institute. Wow, the level of support is unprecedented!"