"Back then, was it you who first suggested having the Sharp Knife Squad lie in wait in Death Valley? Or was it Zhang Jizhou who suggested it?"
The Blue Army's supreme commander thought for a moment, and after considering it carefully, said, "The Sharp Knife Squad belongs to the Northwest Military Region and was not originally required to participate in this exercise."
"But because it has only carried out some solo missions since its establishment, the leaders transferred it to our side in order to test its overall combat capabilities and coordination capabilities in large-scale battles."
Therefore, the report on the secondment of the elite squad was actually submitted by the Blue Team.
But in reality, the idea of borrowing the elite squad was not the Blue Team's own.
It should be said that they were only transferred over by being half-pushed and half-coerced.
"The decision to have the elite squad lie in wait in Death Valley was made by me, the operations staff officer, and Captain Zhang, based on the terrain of the exercise area."
Looking at the terrain, they all came up with this idea on the same occasion, and it was decided upon.
With his eyes closed, Old Master Zhang repeatedly let these words replay in his mind...
In other words, the reason why the elite squad was transferred to the southwest to participate in the exercise across regions was because someone above questioned the squad's coordinated combat capabilities, and they were specially transferred there to test them.
Now, Mr. Zhang vaguely feels that there seems to be a hidden secret behind the "secondment".
However, whether that secret is good or bad is still unknown to outsiders.
"Is Zhang Jizhou an outsider or an insider?"
If he were an outsider, perhaps this time, he was the one who was tricked;
If he is an insider, then he is aware of the situation, and the current situation should be within expectations.
"Sir, what are you saying?"
Grandpa Zhang's murmurs were too soft to be heard clearly, so the search and rescue team leader standing beside him asked.
"Search and rescue work..." His thoughts were interrupted by his words, and the old man came back to his senses. "Withdraw most of the manpower and leave a small group of elite troops who are good at search and rescue to continue the search and rescue in the Death Valley area."
Should the search and rescue operation continue?
Everyone present felt that it was no longer necessary.
However, no one dared to say it aloud.
The missing people, even if they weren't in their unit, were still their comrades-in-arms, pillars of the nation, and their good brothers. Even if what was eventually found were their bodies, they still had to bring them back.
After making new arrangements, Old Master Zhang returned to Beijing overnight.
The disappearance of the elite squad is very likely related to the situation in Beijing.
He needs to find the root cause in the capital.
Because Mr. Zhang insisted on continuing the search and rescue of the elite team members, they will not notify their families for the time being.
Therefore, Fang Yan was still able to earn money with peace of mind and fill her pockets.
Why are there so few people ordering braised food today?
When Mr. Wu went to the kitchen, he saw that there was still a lot of braised food left in the big pot and couldn't help but ask.
Ever since their new products—braised dishes and pork jerky—became a huge hit, he's been practically floating on air.
I immediately thought that I should strike while the iron is hot when it's time to make money.
So he took his friend's advice and opened a second restaurant.
Judging from the current booming sales of braised food and pork jerky, it might not be long before he can open his third, fourth restaurant...
His goal is to open ten or eight restaurants, and then all the restaurants will make money together. He'll be lying on a mountain of gold and silver every day, counting money until his hands are sore.
So, for the past two days, he's been looking for a shop space everywhere, and he's been so busy that he hasn't been to the restaurant for two or three days.
He came here specifically during mealtime today, and as soon as he entered the restaurant, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.
The restaurant's former bleak, deserted atmosphere, with customers scattered everywhere, has returned.
So he took a few big strides and quickly went into the kitchen.
Sure enough, as soon as I came in, I saw that there were still three-quarters of the braised food left in the pot.
The food used to sell out quickly, usually half a pot of braised food could be sold out as soon as it was mealtime.
Because almost every table orders this dish.
It's been more than half an hour past lunchtime today, and there's still so much food left, which is really unusual.
The head chef walked over with a worried look on his face. "Boss, these are leftovers from the day before yesterday."
This batch has been on the market for three days and is still not sold out.
With so much meat, we certainly can't waste it.
The products weren't sold out the day before yesterday;
We cooked it yesterday and will continue selling it.
They were still able to sell two or three units.
However, after the customer finished eating, he complained that the meat was stewed too mushy and didn't taste good, and demanded a refund.
A refund is out of the question.
Among those customers, three were women in their fifties or sixties.
Upon hearing that they wouldn't get a refund, they quit.
He sat right at the restaurant entrance and told everyone he met that the restaurant's braised dishes were leftovers from some unknown time, and were so salty and mushy that they were awful.
After a day of hard work.
That's terrible, we can't sell a single plate today.
"What's going on?!"
Mr. Wu was taken aback. "How could this be? It was selling very well before!"
He's only been away from here for two or three days, how did it turn out like this?
"Boss, it seems the mall got their pork jerky from next door and they've started selling it."
"Their pork jerky tastes better than ours, and it's 50 cents cheaper. Our pork jerky hasn't sold for days."
"And the same goes for braised food. There's a shop in the alley next to the mall that's started selling braised food too."
Mr. Wu couldn't help but interrupt him, "Is what they sell as delicious as ours?"
The braised dish he replicated is only inferior to the original from Fang Yan.
Mr. Wu has always believed that although his attempt to replicate Fang Yan's braised dishes was not a complete success, it was still the best-tasting in the county.
It should be said that before Comrade Xiao Zheng started selling braised food, the braised food he replicated was indeed the best in the whole county.
The chef guessed and said, "I had someone buy a portion, and when it came back and I tasted it, it tasted exactly the same as the one you brought back last time. I reckon that the guy surnamed Zheng probably went next door to get the stock to sell."
Although Xiao Zheng's braised food was priced the same as theirs.
However, the taste was simply not on the same level.
On its very first day of opening, I heard that they were so busy that even the broth was sold out.
It was precisely because the braising liquid had been bought up by the neighbors at a relatively reasonable price that Comrade Zheng's plan to save the braising liquid and make his own braising dishes was delayed.
"Xiao Fang, could you give me another bucket of this braising sauce?"
On the third day of the cooperation, Comrade Xiao Zheng came over in person to pick up the goods, and shamelessly asked...
Fang Yan glanced at him indifferently twice, turned and went into the house, and came out again a short while later...
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