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Chapter 475: The difference between ideal and reality. [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

Finally.

Zhao Weihong's voice seemed to carry the biting cold wind from the Northeast Plain, and her body was filled with an emotion called "anger"!

Zhao Weihong knew it very well.

The reason why he came to the Bashu military region and to the 446th Regiment, a unit that had not yet been transformed from a division to a brigade, was all arranged by Wang Chuan.

But what he didn't expect was that in less than a day, he discovered such a serious problem in the 446th Regiment!
"Old Wang, I am here today and I will not tolerate any parasites cutting the soldiers' food!"

"Tell me carefully, slowly, why the food in our group is so simple."

"What roles did our company and even the two commanders of our regiment play in this?"

"Don't be afraid. I promise you with this military uniform that you don't have to worry about retaliation from anyone!"

Having said that, no matter how confused or bewildered Wang Fei is, he should understand what Zhao Weihong means.

He felt that the food in the 446th Regiment was really bad, and he concluded that someone had withheld the soldiers' food expenses!
After realizing this, Wang Fei suddenly showed an expression that was neither funny nor sad.

"Platoon leader, you are mistaken!"

"Let me be frank with you. Our group's food budget is indeed not fully used for food, but there is nothing we can do about it!"

"What do you mean there is nothing you can do about it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong, who hated evil, became furious. She glared at Wang Fei and emphasized without allowing any room for argument!

"The name of the food allowance clearly states what it should be used for!"

"Now someone has used the food money that should have gone to the soldiers to feed them, and it's been spent on other things. How can this be a problem that can't be solved?"

Zhao Weihong's voice became louder and louder, and her words made no effort to conceal her hatred and disgust for people who do such things!

Probably because I had been caught in the rain before.

Zhao Weihong always wanted to hold up an umbrella for other people who, like herself, suffered unfair treatment.

Not to mention, today's incident happened in the army that Zhao Weihong regarded as a "holy land".

Zhao Weihong has already thought it through.

He must take care of the issue of 446 group's food expenses, no matter who may be the king!
Since the division party committee didn't care, he reported it to the group army and military district party committee!
If the group's jun and jun district party committees don't care, then Zhao Weihong will go to Yanjing and report to Deputy Chief Wei in person. He doesn't believe that this kind of pest cannot be cured!
Seeing that Zhao Weihong seemed to be burning with anger all over her body, Wang Fei felt really moved and anxious.

He knew that Zhao Weihong was speaking up for these grassroots fighters.

To be honest, what the 446th Regiment is like and how the soldiers of the 446th Regiment are doing now has nothing to do with Zhao Weihong.

At least not yet.

Even so, Zhao Weihong is still willing to speak up for the soldiers of the 446th Regiment and resolutely fight against what Zhao Weihong considers to be "unhealthy trends"!
It is Wang Fei's fortune and the fortune of every soldier in the 446th Regiment to meet such a good leader who loves his soldiers like his own sons.

It is normal for Wang Fei to feel touched.

But the more this happened, the more worried Wang Fei became about Zhao Weihong!
True.

The food expenses of the 446th Regiment were not all eaten by the soldiers.

But the truth of the matter is definitely not what Zhao Weihong thought!

do not forget.

The 446th Regiment is a unit under the 149th Division, and more importantly, under the command of the stubborn Guan Jiwu!
Although Guan Jiwu made Wang Chuan and other leaders furious because of his stubbornness, even Deputy Chief Wei had heard of his reputation as a "thorn in the flesh"!

But no one can deny that.

Guan Jiwu is one of the most outstanding commanders of Yan State in contemporary times, and no one can match him in the field of positional defense warfare!

There is no doubt that, apart from his shortcomings as a "thorn", Guan Jiwu is a soldier far better than most people.

A man like him certainly would not tolerate the kind of situation that Zhao Weihong imagined happening in the troops under his command!
In fact.

Not just the 446th Regiment.

The food situation of the entire 149th Division was actually not very good.

Within 149, except for the "outsider" Zhao Weihong, everyone, including the new recruits, knew where the food expenses went!
But in such a hurry, Wang Fei really didn't know where to start. His old face, which was particularly rough due to wind and sun, turned red for a moment. He hesitated for a long time but couldn't utter a complete word.

at the same time.

A very calm voice came from the sheepfold not far from the two of them.

“Want to know where the remaining food money went?”

"Then why don't you ask me."

"I am in charge of our group's daily life."

Follow the sound.

Then, the political commissar of the 446th Regiment, Wu Fengxu, suddenly emerged from the sheep pen carrying two empty food buckets.

Behind him, there were a few lambs that looked like they had just been born. They were trying to follow Wu Fengxu away. They kept lowering their heads and rubbing against Wu Fengxu's trouser legs, looking very close to Wu Fengxu.

"Haha, go back and eat."

After touching the lamb's head, Wu Fengxu walked out of the sheepfold, carefully closed the door, and went straight to Zhao Weihong.

If I hadn’t met Wu Fengxu when I reported for duty yesterday.

It was hard for Zhao Weihong to connect the man in front of him, who was carrying a food bucket, wearing a tattered apron and an old camouflage uniform without a military rank, with the political commissar of the 446th Regiment.

Although Zhao Weihong still had doubts and indignation in her heart.

But considering Wu Fengxu's attire and the fact that he personally ensured the logistics work, Zhao Weihong was willing to hear what explanation he would give.

But no matter what Wu Fengxu’s explanation is.

In Zhao Weihong's view at the "present moment", all of them would be wrong.

"Let's go back."

"Don't mention what happened today to anyone."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Fei felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly responded and did not forget to ask Zhao Weihong carefully.

"Platoon Leader, shall I go back first?"

Zhao Weihong said nothing, but just nodded silently.

And his sharp eyes were still fixed on Wu Fengxu, who was like a keeper.

"As expected, he is a top student that teachers and leaders personally look after."

"It only takes one day to make Xiao Wang obey you completely."

"The students who interned in his class before didn't have such great abilities as you!"

Wu Fengxu didn't care about Zhao Weihong's expression. He just greeted Zhao Weihong happily and signaled with his eyes that Zhao Weihong should follow him.

The two went straight to the dormitory area of ​​the breeding team.

Under Zhao Weihong's gaze, Wu Fengxu put down the white food bucket, went into a room full of sundries and things, took off his clothes, and changed back into his daily officer's uniform.

"Let's go."

"I'll take you to the Finance Department."

You can tell from the name of the Finance Department.

This department, which belongs to the regiment's logistics department, is one level higher than the "Military Affairs Section" which once had a close relationship with Zhao Weihong.

This also roughly illustrates the importance of logistics work in the army, especially financial work.

If there is an inspection, the Military Affairs Unit may not be in any trouble, but the Finance Department and even all departments of the Logistics Department will be inspected, and there will be no exceptions.

"I looked at your file."

"It says that before you studied at the University of Science and Technology and the Lu Institute, you were a patrol officer of the 347th Regiment?"

This statement came out.

Zhao Weihong glanced at Wu Fengxu with slight surprise.

But when he thought about the other person's identity again, Zhao Weihong felt relieved.

Wu Fengxu was the political commissar in charge of all the work of the 446th Regiment except military affairs, which naturally included personnel work. It was perfectly normal for him to be able to obtain Zhao Weihong's file and even have the right to open it and read it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Weihong opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, Zhao Weihong just nodded and answered Wu Fengxu's question with silence and action.

Faced with Zhao Weihong's cold attitude of "keeping people at a distance", Wu Fengxu didn't care. Instead, he seemed to have opened a chatterbox and kept talking.

"Hey! If it wasn't clearly written in black and white in the file, I really wouldn't have thought that you were a patrol officer!"

"What did the commander of your regiment at that time think? How could he let you serve as a patrol officer?"

"No wonder you notice these things."

"People who come from military backgrounds have tough styles and sharp intuition."

"Speaking of which, the food in our regiment should be very different from that of the 347th Regiment, right?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have been concerned about the food problem on the first day."

Faced with Wu Fengxu's "eager to learn" questions, Zhao Weihong finally spoke.

"It's not a tiny difference."

"As far as I know, the food expenses of our 446th Regiment are higher than those of the 347th Regiment."

"I've been thinking about this in my mind since last night, and today is just confirmation."

"Humph!"

The words fell.

Wu Fengxu suddenly snorted coldly, and it was unclear what he wanted to express.

"They are indeed the ace group"

"This has nothing to do with the Ace Group!"

Before Wu Fengxu could finish speaking, Zhao Weihong, who had been holding it in all the way, interrupted him fiercely.

"If the 446th Regiment is a Class B unit, then today it's purely my fault, Zhao Weihong, for meddling in other people's affairs!"

"But isn't the 446th Regiment also a Class A ace unit? It's just a motorized unit. What's the difference between it and the mechanized 347th Regiment?"

Zhao Weihong was just an intern, but he dared to speak to the political commissar Wu Fengxu in such a tone. It is no exaggeration to describe him as "audacious".

Wu Fengxu heard it but didn't get angry. Instead, he looked at Zhao Weihong with more appreciation.

"Wei Hong, is it okay for me to call you that?"

"How much do you think the regiment's food expenses should be in a year, excluding those troops stationed independently?"

Hearing this, Zhao Weihong, who had already thought about this concept in his mind, immediately blurted out.

"About five million."

"Six million, two hundred and seventy-seven thousand, six hundred and thirty-five."

"This is the regiment's food allowance this year, which does not include independent stationed units."

"If you count everyone in the group, it would be eight figures."

He calmly told Zhao Weihong a number that would be considered an "astronomical figure" even in later generations.

Wu Fengxu suddenly paused and continued to ask Zhao Weihong meaningfully.

"Then do you know how much the regiment headquarters, no, the entire regiment's camp repair costs are?"

When Zhao Weihong was in the 347th Regiment, he once helped the Finance Department and had some understanding of these expenses.

The cost of repairing the camp is naturally no exception.

However, the data that Zhao Weihong saw at that time was obviously of no reference value to the 446th Regiment.

Therefore, Zhao Weihong just spoke to Wu Fengxu based on facts.

"I am not sure."

"But I know that the 347th Regiment's camp repair budget was yuan during my first year in the army."

"Hey! What a coincidence!"

This statement came out.

Wu Fengxu immediately smiled and expressed his interest to Zhao Weihong.

"Our regiment's annual camp repair budget is also 20,000 yuan!"

Just for a moment.

Zhao Weihong keenly noticed the concept behind Wu Fengxu's words and the strangeness in his tone.

This made Zhao Weihong's brain start working at a very fast speed and thinking rapidly.

But Wu Fengxu's words continued.

"You stayed in the Red Second Company for a day. The smell in the dormitory was unpleasant, wasn't it?"

"Then do you know how much it would cost to hire someone to repair or reinstall the sewer pipes of Red Second Company?"

This time.

Zhao Weihong shook her head with some difficulty.

As smart as he was, he had already guessed what Wu Fengxu wanted to say.

Looking at Zhao Weihong's reaction, Wu Fengxu did not show any mockery or disdain.

On the contrary, it was the first time in this conversation that he showed a serious expression and spoke word by word.

"At least thirty thousand dollars."

"This is because many of our soldiers were workers before they joined the army, or they can help with some manual labor, which saves a lot of money."

"If we hand it over to a local company or construction team to reinstall the sewer pipes, the Red Second Company alone would cost 50,000 yuan!"

"If we only rely on the camp repair funds, it will take two and a half years for the Red Second Company's sewer pipe problem to be solved."

"How could it be possible that the Red Second Company was the only one with problems with the sewer pipes in the barracks built at the same time?"

"If you want to repair the pipelines of the entire regiment."

Wu Fengxu turned around and told Zhao Weihong, who had a serious expression, another number that made him feel even more depressed!
"Last time, the division helped organize an open bidding, and companies from several surrounding counties and cities came to participate."

"The final lowest offer is 530,000!"

"The group definitely can't come up with such a large sum of money."

"Looking for the master? There is no master in the master! It's good enough that they don't attack us!"

"This is just the aspect of camp maintenance and support!"

"The local water quality is hard and the tap water cannot be drunk directly. We have to buy drinking water separately. Is this an additional expense?"

"Rags and brooms for cleaning. Unplanned fuel expenditures for mountain training."

"We have more than 3,000 people in our group, and the unplanned expenses that we cannot apply for reimbursement from our superiors every year are as high as seven figures!"

"Wei Hong, tell me, where should this money come from?"

"Are you going to sell me, Old Wu? I'm not worth that much money!"

Wu Fengxu's broad hand gently rested on Zhao Weihong's shoulder.

Looking at Zhao Weihong who was in a daze and vaguely absent-minded.

Wu Fengxu knew what Zhao Weihong was thinking at the moment. He sighed and expressed with a hint of reluctance.

"Wei Hong."

"Whether it's the ideals or the rules you want to defend."

"After all, there are some differences from reality."

(End of this chapter)