After seeing off Deng Bo and Xu Jinghao, Xie Tian received several more guests. It was almost midnight when the last group of guests were sent away.
Without the guests, Xie Tian is still busy. There are some desk jobs that require him to personally handle and give instructions. The bigger the family fortune, the more things he needs to handle.
Tang Haoer came in with a midnight snack for Xie Tian, two steamed buns and a bowl of mutton meatball soup.
Smelling the aroma of mutton, Xie Tian put down his pen and said with a smile: "It's so good, I still have mutton to eat."
Tang Haoer put the meatball soup in front of Xie Tian: "Sister Jinghao brought it when she came in the evening. She said it was from the arsenal. She doesn't eat mutton, and Commander Chu was not at home, so she brought it to us."
Xie Tian hummed, picked up a mutton ball, put it in his mouth, chewed it and asked, "Have you eaten it?"
Tang Haoer hummed and looked at Xie Tian and said, "Sister Chunxiang did it. I arranged for her to sleep in the guest room. I want to sleep with her tonight."
Xie Tian sighed: "Go and talk to her more."
"She said she would go back early tomorrow morning. She originally came here to tell Lao Cui about her pregnancy, but... alas."
Xie Tian scratched his scalp and sighed: "She has to handle Lao Cui's funeral no matter what. I will ask the county to make proper arrangements. Apologize to her for me. I have important official business to deal with these days. I can’t go back to Dagu Town to bury Lao Cui. Tell her that I will definitely go back when I find time."
As he spoke, he thanked Tian for writing a note to record the matter and pasted it on the left corner of his desk. Tang Haoer glanced at the dozens of notes posted on the left corner of his desk, smiled bitterly, and asked, "I What can I do for you?”
Xie Tian smiled and shook his head: "You have done a lot for me, go and accompany Chunxiang."
Tang Haoer stood up and warned, "Don't be too late."
Xie Tian said yes, he didn't want it to be too late, but there was no way. Fortunately, Pang Yuan shared the government affairs for him, otherwise Xie Tian himself was not sure how long he could hold on.
While eating midnight snack, all Xie Tian could think about was the rapid-fire anti-aircraft cannon.
It is not realistic to go to Shijiazhuang to deal with the 22nd Army Aviation Brigade now, but if you have a 20mm rapid-fire anti-aircraft gun, you can still effectively combat the sneak attacks of Japanese planes.
After three busy days, General He, Chief of General Staff of the Military Commission of the Republic of China, accompanied the Allied inspection team to Taiyuan as scheduled.
Pang Yuan, Xie Tian and other officials from the Shanxi-Hebei Camp and the 10th War Zone greeted General He and his party at Caizhuang Airport. Xie Tian's mouth watered when he saw the fleet of aircraft escorting General He and his party.
Nine P40 fighter jets painted with shark mouths escorted a Douglas C47 military transport aircraft and another behemoth B-17 bomber. Although this lineup was not considered powerful, Xie Tian's eyes were already filled with envy and drooling.
If these planes were all mine, I would fly to Shijiazhuang right away to cause trouble with the 22nd Army Aviation Group and beat up that son of a bitch.
It's a pity that Xie Tian knows that only the B-17 bomber in such a huge fleet belongs to him, and it was donated by patriotic overseas Chinese in Nanyang.
The C47 transport plane landed first. Xie Tian and Pang Yuan knew that General He and the Allied inspection team must be on this plane. They looked at each other and led the accompanying military and political cadres to the door.
When welcoming people and sending them off, you still need to have enough formality. Isn't the sedan chair just for people to carry people?
The cabin door opened, and Joseph Stilwell walked out of the cabin first, followed by Director He and the remaining five members of the Allied inspection team.
Joseph Stilwell is a four-star general of the U.S. Army, deputy commander of the Allied Southeast Asia Theater, chief of staff of the Allied China Theater, and commander of the U.S. Army in the China, Burma, and India Theater. His series of titles are very dazzling. According to the order of battle defined by the Allied Forces, , Director He should be regarded as his subordinate.
When this group of people travel, there is an order for who walks in front and who walks behind. There is no mistake. Just like Xie Tian and Pang Yuan now, in terms of official rank, Pang Yuan's official rank is one level higher than Xie Tian, and Pang Yuan stands. Xie Tian had to settle for second place in the first position closest to the hatch ramp.
People can't help themselves in the arena, but there are some rules that can't be messed with.
Stilwell expressionlessly extended his hand to Pang Yuan, who was the first. General He took a step aside and introduced: "General Stilwell, this is Mr. Pang Yuan, director of the Shanxi and Hebei Camp. Wen Zhi, this is It was General Stilwell, deputy commander-in-chief of the Allied Southeast Asian Theater."
When Director He introduced Stilwell's official position, he naturally picked the biggest one. In fact, any one of Stilwell's official positions was quite bluffing.
Pang Yuan held Stilwell's hand politely and enthusiastically and shook it twice. Then he put his other hand on the back of Stilwell's hand, patted it gently and said with a smile: "I have admired the reputation of General Stilwell for a long time." , I’m so lucky to see you today.”
Stilwell obviously didn't have much interest in Pang Yuan. He only dealt with it casually and his eyes turned to the face of Xie Tian, who was in second place. He took out his hand and extended it to Xie Tian, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He asked in broken Chinese: "This should be General Bao Qingxie."
Xie Tian was wearing the uniform of a national army general today, with the rank of second-level general, and was highly recognizable.
Xie Tianyi smiled and held Stilwell's hand, but spoke in fluent British English: "Hello, General Stilwell, welcome to Taiyuan. I represent the officers and soldiers of the 10th Theater and the Chinese people I can represent." Thank you General Stilwell for your selfless contribution to China's fight against Japanese aggression."
Xie Tian's words shocked everyone present. Pang Yuan, who was originally planning to act as a translator for Xie Tian, looked at Xie Tian in surprise, unable to believe that Xie Tian could speak such fluent English.
Little did Pang Yuan and others know that English was a compulsory course for students in Xie Tian's time. Moreover, if Xie Tian could be selected as a J-10 pilot, in addition to physical and cultural requirements, there was also an English test that was also a compulsory subject. , the oral proficiency level is required to reach at least CET-6.
Stilwell looked at Xie Tianleng in surprise, then suddenly laughed and switched to English: "General Xie, you really gave me another surprise. I heard that you used to be a bandit who ruled the mountain as king. I thought Your story will be very exciting, I wonder if General Xie can find a suitable time for us to have a good chat."
Xie Tian laughed: "Of course, I also hope to have the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart chat with General Stilwell."
Stilwell smiled and turned around, holding Xie Tian's shoulders and said, "General Xie, let me introduce you to these friends from the Allies."
The procedure changed. Stilwell personally introduced the Allied generals who were traveling with him. Just from this small change, we can see his appreciation for Xie Tian.
However, General He was ignored by him, perhaps because he thought that Xie Tian and General He had known each other for a long time. After all, they were both Chinese and major generals of the Chinese military.
General Manager He was left out. He smiled bitterly and took Pang Yuan's hand and complained: "Wen Zhi, we haven't seen you for a long time. I really didn't expect you to come back. It seems that Xie Baoqing really has some skills and can take you down." Please come out of the mountain, you can actually speak foreign languages."
Pang Yuan smiled bitterly: "Brother Jing, I just learned that Bao Qing can speak foreign languages. As for whether he invited me out of the mountain, haha, it's hard to explain. I'd better talk to brother Jing slowly when I have some time."
Director He glanced at Pang Yuan speechlessly. It seemed that there was a story in it.
