Commander Liu, who looked cold and hard, spoke, "Director Ye, I have something to discuss with Lao Yan, and it is not convenient to talk to Director Ye." Compared to the tactfulness of the political commissar, Commander Liu is much more direct.

Even so, there was no anger on Ye Zhifan's face, and he could still maintain his demeanor and said, "It's mine, it's not. I'm sorry, I'm disturbed. Then see you tomorrow."

After saying that, he left.

But Captain Liu stared at his back and sneered, "I really don't know where he got the confidence, and I really think that he is a character. Haha, even his niece can be cruel. I can't see anything worthy of respect for such an official."

"This is a villain, you don't have to get close to you, but you don't have to be too ugly. The more you want to make the relationship stiff, the more he seems to be generous and not be petty with you." Political Commissar Yan's temperament is soft and hard. He can turn the fist that others hit, and can also fight back hard.

Therefore, he is the political commissar, while Liu Tuan is the leader of the first regiment.

The regiment commander Tairou could not suppress the situation, and using his black face to show that he could also stabilize the morale of the army.

Commander Liu has always been able to listen to the opinions of the political commissar. After hearing this, he responded coldly and then spread the topic, "Old Chen is afraid he can't work hard anymore. He has too many old diseases. How can we explain to Ye Yatou if something happens?"

"When he escapes from danger this time, arrange something easier. You can't let him go to the team to guide the recruits. I'm a little afraid of his seriousness."

I don’t know what Lao Chen was before. They couldn’t find it here, and they had never heard Lao Chen say it.

But one thing is certain, Lao Chen’s identity is not simple. Denied, it is impossible for him to enter and exit the army normally as a veteran. For example, Uncle Gen, a first-class sergeant chief, retired from the army, and a national treasure-level old soldier and revolutionary, even if he is retired, he must be valued by the army.

Political Commissar Yan agreed and sighed: "I have no objection, but it depends on whether Old Chen is willing or not." He looked up at the operating room where the red light was still on. Political Commissar Yan's expression was slightly solemn, "I'm afraid, it's difficult."

"When the time comes, let Ye Yatou persuade him. If she persuades him, he will achieve twice the result with half the effort."

The two of them did not pay attention to Ye Zhifan anymore, but unexpectedly he went to check which leader in the operating room was.

"Chen Dongfeng?" When he found who it was, Ye Zhifan was quite surprised. Chen Dongfeng, a middle school principal, could still be remembered by the army. When he was sick, he could still ask a regiment commander and political commissar to come forward. He had to think carefully about it.

"Can you find Chen Dongfeng's identity here? He is the former principal of my daughter's junior high school. I have a little friendship with him. I am sick now. I want to see if I can invite his wife and children over and stop making trouble with him about the past."

"This person, once he gets older, he thinks that there is someone to accompany him. Even if he only talks, he will feel comfortable. It will have a day to recover."

He was talking to a manager in the hospital and wanted to see if he could find out Principal Chen's identity through the medical records.

When the manager on the other end of the phone heard it, he smiled and said, "This is simple, I'll ask you. It's rare that you call me personally to check what's going on. I have to do it for you."

Ye Zhifan smiled and apologized when he heard this. He was indeed polite, with the dignity of an official, and a somewhat friendly attitude.
Chapter completed!