After listening to Qu Sen's "translation," Liu Bin looked at his father in surprise and saw Old Liu nodding his head. He immediately shouted happily, "Dad, you know both of them?"
Liu Yuanchao glanced at his son from the corner of his eyes and muttered, "Relapse …"
This time, he didn't need Qu Sen's help to translate. Liu Bin and Han Zhenjiang also understood what he meant. He said, "Of course!"
The thrombosis in Liu Yuanchao's brain affected his memory. Since he came out of the ICU, many of his old friends had come to see him, but only a few could recognize him. Now that he recognized two of them, it was indeed a happy thing.
"He can still scold people. Seems like it's not serious." Han Zhenjiang's tone was very relaxed. He felt as if he was visiting a patient who had just come out of the operating room after having his appendix removed.
Qu Sen understood what Han Zhenjiang meant and also showed a relaxed expression. "Of course, with our regiment commander's physique, he can run five kilometers in twenty-five minutes without a problem."
"Heh, smelly dumplings? Hmm, are you hungry? "Liu Yuanchao chuckled and raised his chin slightly to ask Qu Sen.
"Me? I'm on vacation. I heard that you were sick, so I came with him."
Liu Yuanchao originally knew that Qu Sen had been seconded to the synthetic division, but he had completely forgotten about it. After listening to Qu Sen's explanation, he nodded and muttered, "You still want to go to school? Kissing Bu Xing."
Qu Sen reacted slightly and understood that Liu Yuanchao was saying that he still had to go to school. He couldn't do his undergraduate studies. He quickly nodded. "Yes, after I'm done with this, I'll study hard and take the postgraduate entrance exam next year."
"Okay." Liu Yuanchao nodded.
Liu Yuanchao was very weak now. Han Zhenjiang saw that he looked a little tired after saying a few words, so he said, "Okay, you don't have to worry so much. Take care of yourself. Don't lose control of yourself because of something. "
Liu Yuanchao snorted and mumbled a few words. His eyes narrowed and he looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment.
Liu Bin wiped the saliva from the corner of his father's mouth with a towel and turned to look at Han Zhenjiang and Qu Sen apologetically.
"Alright, stay at home for a while this time and take good care of your parents. I'm leaving first. Call me if you need anything. " Han Zhenjiang didn't know how long Liu Yuanchao was going to sleep. After instructing Liu Bin, he turned around and walked out.
Seeing Liu Bin getting up to send him off, she raised her hand and gestured for him not to get up. Then, she left the ward with light footsteps.
Standing in the corridor, Qu Sen gently closed the door of the ward and asked in a low voice, "Are you preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination?"
Qu Sen nodded, "I have plans to take the postgraduate entrance exam, but I won't be able to make it this year."
Fearing that Han Zhenjiang would be unhappy, he added, "I'm preparing to take the postgraduate entrance exam. It won't affect my work."
"What can you learn if you don't work hard? If you want to go to school, you should study hard," Han Zhenjiang said angrily and then asked, "What major do you want to take?"
"Communication and command. There are a lot of new majors now. I haven't decided yet," Qu Sen answered honestly.
"Well, I'll ask around for you later. If you want to go to school, you should learn something useful. It's useless to just take a degree."
"Yes!"
Qu Sen did plan to take the postgraduate entrance exam. Of course, this idea didn't play a big part in it. The biggest reason was that Zhou Li said that her mother was a little dissatisfied with Qu Sen's low degree.
This "information" was very important. It wasn't easy for his future mother-in-law to find him pleasing to the eye. He should hurry up and perform well to get closer to her.
Besides, it wasn't a bad thing to continue going to school.
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Han Zhenjiang ran in a hurry. After taking a look at his former class monitor, who was also his old subordinate, he left in a hurry. Qu Sen turned around and stayed in the ward for a while while Liu Yuanchao was in good spirits.
Liu Yuanchao began to murmur over and over again from the moment he saw Qu Sen. He wanted to study hard and learn more science. He didn't want to be like him, who couldn't keep up with the situation. Then he fell asleep again.
"Commander, I'll go back first. Take good care of yourself. I'll come to see you when you're on vacation. "Qu Sen held Liu Yuanchao's curled left hand and said in a low voice.
Liu Yuanchao, who was half asleep, seemed to nod slightly unconsciously. Qu Sen smiled at Liu Bin's wife, who was accompanying him. Then he quietly left the ward.
Liu Bin was catching up on sleep. Qu Sen didn't want to disturb him. He went downstairs and said goodbye to Auntie Fan. Then he left the hospital alone.
After taking taxis, trains, and planes for nearly a day and a night, Qu Sen took a bus from the airport to Jing City. He took a nap on the way back. Then he got off the bus and returned to the division headquarters.
Yue Jianjun asked about Liu Yuanchao's situation in detail. His expression was a little sad. He told Qu Sen to go back and carefully confirm all the preparations for the conference. Then he let him go.
Coming out of the division headquarters building, he looked at the time. There was still half an hour before lunch. Qu Sen wasn't in a hurry to leave. He dawdled for a while. When it was close to lunch time, he walked into the cafeteria of the Political Department.
The cafeterias of the division headquarters were very generous. They never asked about freeloaders. As long as you didn't leave any leftovers, no one would say anything about it.
Qu Sen came to the cafeteria of the Political Department to freeload. It must be because of a certain lady. On one hand, he wanted to see her. On the other hand, he wanted to return the bank card he asked for when he left.
However, to Qu Sen's disappointment, Zhou Li didn't appear. After asking "Bad Egg", he learned that the synthetic division was having a spring regiment-level confrontation drill.
In addition to traditional confrontation subjects, this drill also officially added electronic warfare. As a member of the electronic warfare platform testing team, Zhou Li must participate.
Therefore, he wasn't in the division headquarters at all.
Amidst the unscrupulous "flirting" of a group of female officers, Qu Sen finished his lunch. After leaving the division headquarters, he went to the long-distance bus station to find a carpool bus and returned to the station.
After returning to the teaching team, Qu Sen learned that not only did the special forces and the Quick Strike Battalion all participate in the confrontation drill, but even the students of the first team were temporarily borrowed (snatched) by the participating regiments.
The wartime function of small drones had long been deeply recognized by the subordinate units of the synthetic division. If it weren't for the lack of operators and drones, a group of battalion-level commanders would have sent the drone team down to the company level combat unit.
The drill was in full swing, but Qu Sen could only imagine a lively scene in his mind. Although he yearned for it, there were only less than ten days left before the demonstration.
He could only stay in the drone teaching team and repeatedly check the preparations for the meeting to ensure that there would be no accidents and hiccups.
After all, it was related to the second stage of the small drone trial plan, so he didn't dare to take it lightly.
One week passed in a flash. When there were still three days left before the official meeting, many testers and experts who participated in the first phase of the demonstration had already arrived at the synthetic battle masters impatiently.
Some didn't even go to the division; they directly went to the drone teaching team.
In the face of this situation, the drone teaching team, from Qu Sen to the students below, had to cheer up in advance and busy receiving these "guests".
Just as the participants arrived one after another, the storm brewing in the Golden Triangle was on the verge of eruption.
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The Golden Triangle was going to ban drugs, and they were really going to ban drugs.
The relevant parties in and around the area were about to issue a joint statement, announcing the cessation of poppy cultivation and the large-scale transformation of cash crops such as rice, vegetables, and sugarcane, while developing tourism.
Although since the mid-1990s, the life of the drug lords in the Golden Triangle had been difficult, at least they were still able to survive.
After all, the mountains of nearly 200,000 square kilometers could always provide some space for everyone to move around.
If you want to clean up, we'll fight you. If they come on a large scale, we'll retreat. We'll give up the peripheral area and go into the mountains. They had a deep understanding of the essence of guerrilla warfare theory.
Under such circumstances, unless the three neighboring countries sent their armies into the mountains to clear them out, they could only do so with words most of the time.
Was it possible to clean up with full force?
The answer was no, because this rich and poor land was the money bag of too many people and organizations. If they were really wiped out, what would happen to everyone's good days?
Therefore, after so many years of clamoring to eliminate drugs, except for the Thai side that really put in a lot of effort to clean up and clean up, the Lao and Myanmar side didn't make any big moves.
It wasn't that the governments of the two countries didn't do their best, but that the central government wasn't strong enough, and there were too many separatist forces, regional forces, and ethnic armed forces.
However, the situation would change with time. Forces with different goals only knew how to make money desperately in the last century and then buy more guns and cannons to strengthen their forces.
After entering the new century, they gradually understood that the times had changed. If they really wanted to be recognized by mainstream society, not to mention guns and cannons, even if they had airplanes and tanks, they still couldn't make people look at them seriously.
The necessary rules had to be followed. No matter when, the names "drug lord", "drug dealer", and "drug armed forces" were not good business cards.
In addition, with more communication and exchanges with the outside world, everyone's horizons were broadened a lot. They suddenly realized that there were a lot of businesses in this world that were more profitable than drug production and drug trafficking.
After all, the fact that one year's production could meet the market demand for two years had already infinitely spread everyone's profits.
As a result, the large forces that had completed their primitive accumulation of wealth gradually changed their thinking.
The poppies that used to be everywhere in the mountains were unknowingly becoming fewer and fewer. Rice, sugar cane, coffee, and all kinds of cash crops were becoming more and more abundant.
The local people at the bottom also gradually realized that the income from planting cash crops was much higher than from planting poppies.
The Golden Triangle was closed off, but it wasn't the real paradise. As the mountain goods trade and the purchase of living necessities were not very prosperous, the changes outside the mountains slowly spread in the mountains.
First, there were people who secretly ran out of the mountains. Then, their whole families disappeared to seek refuge in the richer, freer, and more stable lives outside.
Although the small and medium-sized forces entrenched in the mountains used all kinds of cruel methods in order to stifle this very terrifying trend. However, they realized in despair that it seemed that all the mountain people's minds were alive.
This situation made the "leaders" in the mountains very afraid. They naturally knew about the changes outside the mountains. The problem was that the group of big shots outside could eat their fill and then wipe their mouths and be sunshine gentlemen. But what about them?
You have enough US dollars and gold in your pockets to develop tourism, export agricultural fruits and vegetables, and engage in international finance and international trade.
But we don't know anything other than planting and producing drugs. How can we live?
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