Quartermasters can also fight the devils

The Quartermaster Department was set up in a side courtyard on the west side of the division headquarters compound. On the door of one of the wing rooms, there was a small sign that read "Quartermaster Department".

Since Zhang Wenwu reported to the 102nd Division two days ago and completed a series of necessary reporting procedures, he has been staying in his office in the Quartermaster Department.

It is called an office, but in fact it is just a so-called small suite.

There is a room inside with two single beds, which is a dormitory, and two desks in the outer room, which is an office. The whole layout is very simple.

At this time, Zhang Wenwu was leaning on his wooden office chair, looking at the notebook in his hand seriously.

"Deputy Director Zhang, this is the current warehouse cargo list and quantity registration record you requested. Please take a look." When Zhang Wenwu was reading it carefully, a report came from the side.

Zhang Wenwu raised his head, and immediately took the account book from the young man standing in front of him with a smile, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Lei Dong."

Lei Dong was his only colleague in the Quartermaster Department, a clerk there. He was half a year younger than Zhang Wenwu, wore a pair of glasses, and looked more like a scholar than Zhang Wenwu.

Although he is half a year younger than Zhang Wenwu, he has been officially in the army for half a year longer than him.

Lei Dong is from Hubei, and his family is a local landlord. He originally studied in Wuhan, but unfortunately he was not a quiet person, and his grades were not very good. Every day he wanted to learn from the ancients, galloping on the battlefield and making achievements. He happened to see that a local army in Hubei was recruiting soldiers, so he secretly signed up to join the army without telling his family. The commander of the original army saw that he had read books, so he filled a vacancy for a second lieutenant officer to help in the quartermaster department. Later, the army was disbanded and reorganized, and he followed the army all the way here. The officer who was originally in charge of quartermasters was found to have embezzled military pay after the division headquarters was established, and was directly used as a warning to others.

"Deputy Director Zhang, this is what I should do. You are too polite." Lei Dong was very satisfied with this new superior who was about the same age as himself. He had no official airs at all. He always smiled and was polite to everyone he met. It was very easy to work under such a superior.

Zhang Wenwu handed Lei Dong a cigarette, then lit one for himself, and the two of them started puffing smoke in the office.

"Lei Dong, are all the things in our warehouse recorded in this booklet?" Zhang Wenwu asked casually while flipping through the booklet he had just received.

"Deputy Director Zhang, everything is recorded in this booklet. Our division was established not long ago, and there are not many supplies in the warehouse." Lei Dong said as he exhaled a puff of smoke with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Zhang Wenwu looked at the supplies listed in the booklet and felt a little depressed.

Originally, according to his previous idea, he would sort out the supplies in the military warehouse first, see what valuables there were, and then find a channel to resell them. Then, with the money from reselling supplies, he would try to stock up more western medicines. When the war started next year, medicines would be in short supply. He knew this to some extent, and the biggest contribution he could make to the anti-Japanese war in his current position was to do a good job in logistics support and prepare as many supplies as possible.

"Ah, the warehouse in our division is too poor. Apart from military uniforms and bedding, there are not even many guns. They are all old barrels that have been collected. And there is rice, oil and salt." Zhang Wenwu complained.

Lei Dong heard Zhang Wenwu's complaints and laughed. He thought that his superior was a good person, but he was a little anxious to make money. He had only been here for a few days, but he was already anxious to make money. His greed was a little too ugly.

Although he felt that Zhang Wenwu was being too hasty, he consoled him by saying, "Deputy Director Zhang, don't be too anxious. The army was just formed not long ago. Things will get better in the future. There are plenty of opportunities. Don't worry."

Zhang Wenwu did not think carefully about Lei Dong's words. He continued to flip through the book and fiddled with it, saying, "There is not enough time. We need to find a way to get some medicine and more meat to improve the food for the troops and strengthen everyone's physique. Time, time..."

Although Zhang Wenwu's tinkering was very quiet, Lei Dong still heard it clearly, and his heart trembled, realizing that he had misunderstood him. From Zhang Wenwu's words, he realized that this young deputy director Zhang was not trying to make money for himself, but wanted to get more important supplies for the troops in case of any problems.

Zhang Wenwu's image immediately became much taller in Lei Dong's mind. At the same time, he couldn't help but frowned and took a deep puff of his cigarette.