After coming out of the backyard, I met a soldier who came to report: Commander Fan Shaozeng is here to congratulate him.

When Haoren heard this, he wondered why he had come without notice. This time it was said to be a wedding, but in fact it was just a fun time for family members and high-ranking military officers. It was low-key!

When they came to the living room, the old man and his second uncle were chatting with Mr. Fan. Seeing Haoren come in, they stood up quickly, clasped their fists and said, "Congratulations, brother. Congratulations, brother. It's not authentic to not say hello for such a big thing! Haha."

Haoren hurriedly returned the gift and replied: "Thank you, brother. I didn't plan to do it in a big way. I just wanted to have fun with my family and some colleagues. I didn't send out invitations because I didn't want to make it public. I must forgive you, brother."

After a while of greetings, everyone took their seats.

"What were we talking about so enthusiastically just now?" Haoren asked.

"Just as we were talking about the defeat, Yang Sen fled, and there was another division of power in Sichuan. I heard that there was a big quarrel. I originally wanted to return to the Second Army, but your second uncle said that according to your wishes, I will not come back for the time being. In addition, Liu

People from Hunan are here to visit, but I still don’t quite understand what you mean, so I keep putting it off,” Fan Shaozeng said.

"I agree with the second uncle's opinion. It's better not to come back for the time being. It's better to pretend to be Liu Xiang first. Of course, you must ensure your own safety first and maintain relative independence. Don't accidentally let others swallow you." Haoren said slowly.

Said: "Sichuan is still in chaos and cannot be quiet for a while. And we must maintain a harmonious relationship with the surrounding forces. It is best to wait and see how the situation changes. In addition, we should have more opportunities to interact with each other.

Li Jiayu, Wang Mingzhang and others, it would be nice to have a few more friends."

"I can't believe that I have such knowledge at such a young age. I admire you!" Fan Shaozeng said with emotion.

After chatting about Sichuan and outside Sichuan, a group of young and old talked about the turbulent situation the most.

Feeling that the time was almost up, Haoren stood up and said to Mr. Fan: "I will let my second uncle drink two more drinks with your brother later. I will come back to pay respect to your brother when I have time. Haha, I have to be busy with my bad things."

That’s it. Brother, please stay with me for a little longer.”

Haoren walked out of the door and walked to the front hall, where there were guests waiting.

"Brother is here," Haoren said as he walked in and greeted him warmly.

There was a warm handshake, hugs, greetings, jokes and slaps, and everyone took their seats. The two people who came were both young. They had followed Haoren around for many years, causing mischief and trouble everywhere. They were considered a bunch of libertines. One of them

A man named Shang Qingjun. When he first came here, when we met, Haoren was so shocked that Haoren was sweating. Wouldn’t he wear it back again? Or maybe this guy also traveled through time? Or this guy is too tall

It is the same as the one in later generations, and even the name is the same. (Of course not, the time travel convention stipulates that two or more people are not allowed to time travel. Otherwise, the time travel will be considered illegal by the guild, and once discovered, severe penalties will be imposed. Most of them will be punished as eunuchs.

, mainly wearing chrysanthemums.) This made Haoren think of future generations.

Later generations of Shang Qingjun was also a tall man with a bold personality and a typical rough and arrogant man. He used to work in a state-owned enterprise. In the early 1980s, the enterprise was difficult, difficult, shaky, and looked like it was going to collapse. Shang Qingjun's family background

Unfortunately, there was no hope for the company. As a middle-aged man, he gritted his teeth, asked for some compensation from his employer, and resolutely turned around and went to work. Although he made some money, who can know the bitterness of it.

After several years of hard work, a privately owned sofa factory named Shumei emerged in Shandong Province. It was the largest sofa factory and led the fashion trend of sofas and other furniture.

Shang Qingjun was really brilliant for several years. At that time, he was really high-spirited. A few years later, with the deepening of reform and opening up, businessmen's awareness of business competition gradually became stronger. As long as there is a profitable industry, everyone flocks to it. Lao Shang is sad.

, although he constantly introduced new styles, they were imitated within a short period of time. The imitation ability of the Chinese people is really strong. Within a few years, a strong man had gray hair on his temples. Alas, it is not easy to work in that industry.

Haoren was more nostalgic, so he still asked Shang Qingjun to open a sofa factory, still called Shumei Sofa Factory. However, according to the conditions of the times, he gradually introduced styles. For a time, rich people flocked to it, business was very hot, and the company developed rapidly.

and extends to the entire furniture industry.

Another childhood friend is now Xiong Fangyu, the director of Yibin Liquor Factory. He now runs a brand that will later be called Wuliangye Liquor. This person is very good at management, has a flexible mind, and is a master of market development.

After meeting some guests one after another, Haoren was very tired. Fortunately, the time had come and the ceremony officially began.

After worshiping heaven, earth, and parents. After a joyful ceremony, the wedding banquet began...

Haoren and Fan Shaozeng were quite close to each other. They drank heavily for a while, and Mr. Fan turned out to be drunk. I am afraid that even Mr. Fan himself did not believe it. He had been involved in the world all his life and had gone through countless drinking battles. He actually drank.

He's just a little kid, a monster.

After a big battle between Haoren and Fan Shaozeng, they moved to a drinking bar. As soon as he came to the group of officers, the group became lively. At first, he was not in a hurry to drink. After a few drinks, he talked about things in the army. Everyone talked about this.

This was the mission of suppressing bandits, and everyone was talking about it enthusiastically for a while.

Haoren took this opportunity to talk about some requirements: "It is said to be about suppressing bandits. In fact, there are not many bandits. The main thing is to complete the training subjects. For example, this subject includes long-distance raids. You must not underestimate this item.

Maybe the outcome of a battle depends on this.

For example, in a certain battle, there is a very dangerous pass in the battle situation. Both the enemy and ourselves realize the importance of this issue, and everyone wants to occupy it first. At this time, it depends on the training results of both sides. What is compared with the emergency march is

Speed, endurance. Whoever is faster and has better endurance can win. If our side is the first to occupy this place, the only way to set up a machine gun is to set up a machine gun, and the enemy will have to sacrifice a lot of lives, which will directly affect the outcome of the battle. Understand

?"

"Understood, Commander." All the officers replied one after another.

"There is another important task, which is to expand the army. During the process of suppressing bandits, if we find good soldiers, as long as they are young, strong, have special skills, and can fight, we should try to recruit them. If they are brought back to the new barracks and trained for a while, they will become good soldiers.

Our army needs to continue to grow." Haoren warned.

As the banquet progressed, the scene became lively, and everyone congratulated the commander one after another. Drinking wine one glass at a time, Haoren suddenly realized that he did not feel drunk at all. At this time, several more active officers had appeared.

Drunk state. Damn it, is it related to time travel or my own skill? I thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure it out. I don't think about it anymore.
Chapter completed!