Military warfare is war, and so is cultural warfare.
Battalion Commander Zhao truly deserves to be the talent that the military's top brass carefully selected and chose.
Sure enough, he seized the opportunity and found a weakness in the other party. Nie Zhao had a brief talk with Commander Wang, just going through the motions. Then Commander Wang made a phone call to Battalion Commander Zhao to set a time for negotiations.
Over the course of several months, he had thoroughly studied the military base. With a desk lamp lit and a pen in hand, he would unfold his small notebook and begin to plan his demands, waiting only for the day of negotiations.
Of course, at this time, Battalion Commander Zhao did not know that Miss Chen would be going; otherwise, he would have definitely applied for a new set of military uniforms.
His old combat uniform had been washed too many times and was now faded, making him look less handsome.
Miss Chen, who single-handedly took down the Tamar base, is quite famous.
But as long as you're human, you have to follow one rule: you can't buy foresight with money.
Therefore, it was destined that Battalion Commander Zhao would meet Miss Chen wearing his faded military uniform.
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When Chen Rou and A Yuan finished dinner outside and returned home, the time for the negotiation was set.
The day after tomorrow, which is Saturday, the two armies will sit down at the negotiating table.
Of course, Chen Rou wasn't the only one in charge; the British military could invite three people, and the same applied to the mainland.
The selection pool is quite broad, including experts, lawyers, journalists, judges, professors—in short, people of high moral standing and social influence—to witness the negotiations and, if things escalate, determine who is right and who is wrong.
Nie Zhao was not home yet; he was working overtime on the acquisition of the ocean shipping company.
He told Chen Rou about it over the phone, and after he finished, he had to ask, as usual, "We need to order clothes, who should choose?"
It is said that in wealthy families, there is an unwritten rule that people wear the same clothes to public events only once. Chen Rou is trying her best to adapt, but she inevitably finds it annoying: "Let's choose an old one."
Actually, there's nothing wrong with wearing old clothes in new clothes; Nie Zhao's habit was cultivated by his mother, Han Yuzhu.
Han Yuzhu is beautiful, loves to dress up, and loves clothes. Even when she is sick, she wants to have new clothes made every season. Nie Zhao is used to it. He said, "Let's wear what's in season. If there's no time to make new clothes, let's choose ready-made clothes. The brand will deliver the clothes to our door tomorrow morning."
She added, "Brands love it when you wear their new clothes. It's just a piece of clothing. For girls, no matter how many clothes they have, as long as they like them and wear them, it's not a waste."
He, on the other hand, would try to give Chen Rou pep talks.
Today, A-Yuan spent the whole day playing with his sister. He couldn't ride the horse by himself, but his sister could. Besides, there was ice cream when there were guests, and A-Yuan ate half an ice cream, so he was very happy.
It was only nine o'clock at night, and afraid that his nanny would drag him to take a bath and tell him stories, A-Yuan rushed up the stairs as soon as he entered the house, found the tricycle, and rode around the house in circles. His nanny could not catch him.
But the nanny had a way to coax him today: "Young master, have you forgotten our little pet?"
He hasn't played with his pet all day; it's time to go upstairs and play with it.
Thinking of this, A Yuan slammed on the brakes and stopped the car, but then grinned and ran back to the sofa.
Chen Rou had just entered the living room when she suddenly stopped: "...When did you get here?"
Uncle Ming was in the living room, sitting on a small stool. Li Xia was also there, sitting on the sofa, threading a needle.
Uncle Ming said, "Mrs. Li arrived this afternoon."
Aunt Chang was also there. She came out of the restaurant and said, "She won't let us make phone calls."
Li Xia replied, "You can be busy with work if you want, I'm free anyway."
Chen Rou asked again, "Why don't you go upstairs? You can rest in the guest room or my bedroom, either is fine."
Li Xia actually doesn't like to wander around when the host isn't home.
Of course, she said, "I'll just have a chat with this Mr. Ming."
Uncle Ming picked up a pillow and said with a smile, "According to Mrs. Li, she picked cypress seeds herself, cleaned them, and sewed a new pillow for Young Master Yuan. Madam, this pillow has a unique and refreshing fragrance."
Cypress seeds, the seeds of the cypress tree, Chen Rou remembered that they were as small as grains of rice.
Li Xia is usually so busy with work, where does she find the time to pick cypress seeds and make pillows?
But when she took it and smelled it, sure enough, it had a fresh pine scent that smelled particularly pleasant.
Ah Yuan was already being held by Li Xia, but he still remembered that he wanted to go upstairs to see the snails, so he said to Li Xia, "Your Majesty, let's go upstairs, let's go upstairs."
Li Xia actually saw that many people in the factory were making cypress pillows for little boys, so she took the time to make one herself.
But she forgot that A Yuan was still a big-headed baby, and the pillow was too full, much higher than A Yuan's current pillow.
While chatting with Uncle Ming, she was sewing a pillow. There were still a few stitches left to sew, so she hugged A Yuan in her arms and finished sewing the pillow in just a few moves.
As for the clothes, Li Xia made them herself. Although there were some to wear on the outside, Nie Zhao probably thought they were too old-fashioned and wouldn't let his son wear them. So Li Xia made a lot of the finest cotton bibs and vests for A Yuan.
There were even underwear, which Chang Ma found strange, because in her opinion, they must have been machine-sewn.
But Li Xia insisted that she had sewn it herself by hand.
The adorable little underwear, some with ducks on them, some with cats on them, aren't they cute and delicate? They feel soft and fluffy to the touch, and they are absorbent and cool to wear. The nanny kept saying to Li Xia, "Thank you, Mrs. Li."
The cypress-wrapped pillow isn't sold in stores, but it's a good product and good for children.
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