Chapter 155 No, how can this dog scholar be related to the vice president?
Looking at the conference room door that was closed again, Cao Hongyi remained silent.
The most senior professor in the Department of Campaign Studies at Shimen Luyuan frowned and spoke after a long pause, "Xiao Zhang, you really have to follow what Chen says."
"What kind of non-commissioned officer academy are we going to set up?"
Non-commissioned officer academies were not yet popular in 1999. Apart from the military academies of the seven major military regions, only the Navy's Non-commissioned Officer Academy did not take training officers as its mission.
Vigorously train soldiers.
The current development of the navy is indeed not very good, and its combat effectiveness is too weak. It is understandable to train soldiers and improve their personal skills, but this is not the case for the army.
The idea that the army is the best in the world is still deeply rooted in the cognition of many people.
In the eyes of many veteran instructors, informationization, the survival of the fittest in armored units, and any shortcomings have little to do with the so-called source of troops.
The key lies in the officers, and the cadres are the soul of the system. Many military scientists do not really agree with Chen Mo's proposal just now.
It’s no wonder that the older generation is stubborn and unable to accept it.
It is indeed difficult to reverse the change of concepts with just a few words. The Blue Army Camp in previous years appeared with great success but then disappeared with a whimper.
It's not without reason.
When Zhang Jinnan heard the old professor's question, he reached out and tugged at his military uniform, then said with a smile, "Teacher, I believe Comrade Chen Mo's suggestion is fine."
"We've experimented with informatization time and again, and each time ended in failure. Perhaps we're really on the wrong path."
“What nonsense!!”
Cao Hongyi glared angrily, "Do you know how much resistance our Army Academy faces in establishing a non-commissioned officer academy?"
"The establishment of a military academy, can you treat it as a joke?"
"Experiments are experiments, and cultivation is cultivation. These are completely different concepts. Can you shoulder this responsibility?"
Facing the teacher's harsh rebuke, Zhang Jinnan did not act like a vice-president. He simply supported his teacher with a smile on his face, saying respectfully, "Old man, now is not the time to discuss whether you can shoulder your responsibilities."
"As for the students' suggestions, we can't completely ignore them. I'll apply to Lao Yuan. It definitely doesn't hurt to try a few more avenues."
"Teacher, what do you think?"
"It's all nonsense. It's all nonsense."
Cao Hongyi angrily shook off Vice President Zhang's arm and left the office.
The group of old men who were originally in the office had different expressions. Some seemed to be thinking about something, while others walked away in anger.
In terms of the contributions of the department heads to the college and the various aspects of the army's restructuring, their status is not inferior to that of the vice-presidents. Most people engaged in academics do not care about their own positions at all.
What we focus on is only our own research results and cognitive concepts.
Zhang Jinnan was also helpless about this.
Seeing that in the blink of an eye, he was the only one left in the office, Vice President Zhang sighed.
Then he turned and walked to his desk, picked up the landline and dialed the office number of the reconnaissance command department.
"Hello!! I'm Zhang Jinnan. From now on, all military training courses for Comrade Chen Mo will be cancelled."
"Move his dorm to a single-occupancy room for me. This order must be carried out immediately."
After Zhang Jinnan finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a "click".
His age and experience are not much higher than those of other department heads, but anyone who can become a vice-president is definitely not mediocre in terms of vision and other aspects.
Zhang Jinnan knew very well that talents like Chen Mo must not be let go easily, as long as there were no problems with the political review and investigation of such people.
That is a rare talent.
To put it bluntly, any system development must be injected with novel ideas.
What's more, Vice President Zhang did not think that Chen Mo's suggestion was aimless. The formation of an informationized force might really require systematic teaching to truly meet all their requirements.
For this non-commissioned officer academy, regardless of whether there is resistance from the principal, the necessary preparations must be made.
While in the office, several old men left.
Zhang Jinnan walked to the window and looked at the people coming and going on the campus, his eyes gradually becoming deep.
"Chen Mo, you are an interesting person. I hope you won't let me down."
After finishing another cigarette.
Zhang Jinnan closed the door of the conference room and walked to the principal's office.
He didn't know to what extent the so-called non-commissioned officer academy proposal mentioned by Chen Mo could develop.
However, to establish a new college or build a new base, the president's approval must be obtained.
Otherwise, everything is in vain.
The other side.
Chen Mo, who had just boasted in front of a group of old men, did not feel as relaxed as he had imagined.
On the way back to the dormitory, he kept frowning and his pace quickened involuntarily.
To be honest, it is not difficult to establish a non-commissioned officer academy. It is just targeted training, just a large cram school. What's so difficult about that?
But the difficulty lies in changing one’s mindset.
Chen Mo also knew that having the support of just one vice president was far from enough, and the limitations of his thinking would make this path difficult to follow.
It's just a plan for the non-commissioned officer academy. It's useless even if it is placed on the vice-president's desk now.
A group of academics can find any excuse to delay for a few months, and the opportunity will slip away.
Chen Mo, who was reborn and worked as a confidential secretary, knows it better than anyone else.
Opportunity is always a hundred times, or even a thousand times more important than so-called ability.
1999 was the most critical node in the formation of the Blue Army. According to the timeline of the previous life, it would take another six or seven years for the informationized force to take shape.
But since he was going to do it, Chen Mo planned to firmly grasp these two opportunities into his own hands.
He can use the Blues as a springboard, but he can't jump directly in.
There is no way, because this kind of unit is too offensive, what if it becomes a formality in the future.
If they always beat up other troops, they will be eager to be captured alive wherever they go, which will seriously affect their future promotions.
Therefore, the non-commissioned officer academy must be built, but while planning to build the academy, Chen Mo also has to find a way to write something else to shut up those old men.
What to write
Chen Mo racked his brains but couldn't think of a suitable solution.
Before he knew it, Chen Mo returned to dormitory 402, building 3, and pushed open the door.
The six heads in the dormitory turned around at the same time.
"Damn, Xiucai, you are finally back?" Wang Bo saw the person coming, he ran up to him, grabbed Chen Mo's clothes and looked around.
He shook his head and said, "You look fine, kid. What took you so long?"
"What can happen to me?" Chen Mo was confused by Fatty Wang's weird behavior.
"What can you possibly do?" Ding Zeliang sat on a mat, his back against the bed frame, grinning, "As soon as you left with the instructor this morning, the police came to our dormitory, demanding we cooperate with a background check and separate everyone for questioning."
"Basically, they're asking about their impressions of you, and whether you've behaved in any unusual way since coming to the academy."
"Damn it, it's like investigating a spy. What's wrong with you?"
"No, nothing."
Chen Mo shook his head slightly.
He couldn't help but sigh that the Lu Academy's background check was really thorough, even including his roommates whom he had just met for a day.
Judging from this, the reconnaissance company was probably hit even harder.
Why!
Thinking of this, Chen Mo sighed. The reconnaissance company was actually okay, after all, they were his own people.
In the past half month, I estimate that there are at least three hundred people who have scolded him, even if there are not five hundred.
Because of a suggestion I made in class, many armored units of the 63rd Army and the 38th Army received telegrams asking them to cancel all vacations and organize the exercise data of the past three years.
I'm afraid that those staff officers, clerks, and officers from various units would always say "damn scholar" every time they felt tired and irritated from work.
It feels so bad to think that so many people are thinking about me.
Seeing that Chen Mo was in a bad mood, Ding Zeliang and Wang Bo thought that something had happened to him, so they all shut up and stopped talking.
Background checks and investigations are not something Chen Mo, a man with decades of life experience and a former secretary to a senior leader, would take seriously.
After all, he knew how many work processes worked. Who among those who could hold the rank of colonel in a field unit and serve as the unit's top military leader had not undergone an investigation?
Could it be that this also means that there is something wrong with them?
As if noticing that Chen Mo was not in a good mood, Xie Yong, the oldest student in dormitory 402, made a "silence" gesture to everyone, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to Chen Mo.
Trying to make his tone as gentle as possible, he said, "Xiucai, well, from your name, I know you are a well-educated guy."
"Is this background check due to your irresponsible remarks in class?"
"Yeah." Chen Mo nodded. It was true that his speech had leaked some secrets, but it was not a random statement.
"Look." Xie Yong spread his hands and said to himself, "I don't understand the rules of the military academy. Since you can come back, it means everything is fine."
"Just listen carefully in class from now on. You're the district captain. If you do well, you'll definitely graduate successfully from the academy and become a platoon leader when you return."
"It's not easy to get promoted. Don't get yourself fired. There are military downsizing everywhere now. Our Night Tiger Company has been laid off. The future of a soldier is to get promoted. How many old brothers have taken off their uniforms and left the army with gritted teeth."
“If you can seize the opportunity, you must cherish it.”
Xie Yong's words were truly heartfelt, but Chen Mo's eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened.
yes! !
He was just thinking that submitting only a plan for the "Non-commissioned Officer Academy" was too monotonous.
He was planning to write something else, something with depth, to add some points to his plan. Xie Yong's words really reminded him.
The establishment of the Non-commissioned Officer Academy is not only to train a group of people who can be used to form an organized information-based force at any time.
It can also provide a way out for many people in grassroots units who are truly capable but cannot find a way out.
How could I have forgotten this intention?
What are the responsibilities of the college?
Isn't it just to train more military talents and contribute to the army and national defense construction?
If a non-commissioned officer academy is established solely for the purpose of forming a blue army pilot unit, this starting point is inconsistent with the original intention of the military academy.
Many old stubborn people may not agree. After all, Chen Mo himself was a "little stubborn" in his previous life.
If we expand this idea to the fact that the field army non-commissioned officer system has just been established and has too many limitations in various aspects, it will waste talent potential and fail to fully tap the functions of non-commissioned officers.
Wouldn’t it be easier to accept the establishment of a non-commissioned officer academy?
For a soldier's future, the most important thing is the inheritance of the torch.
"Thank you, squad leader."
Chen Mo figured out what to write, and he couldn't help but grin.
Everyone in dormitory 402 watched Xiucai come back with a frown on his face as if filled with resentment, and then suddenly he smiled.
The mouth was like a steam engine, with two streams of thick smoke coming out with a "clang clang" sound, and only a cigarette butt was left.
Then, he watched Chen Mo rummaging through the table, looking for teaching materials, books, and pens, and then he grabbed a set of equipment and hurried out.
"What are you doing now?" Xie Yong asked.
"I'm going to the library and will be back later."
Chen Mo left without looking back. He was indeed going to the library. A "Plan for the Establishment of a Non-commissioned Officer Academy" was not difficult to write. The real difficulty was how to quote from classics to impress those old men.
He already had an idea for establishing the academy, citing "On the Planning of Non-commissioned Officer Duties" and "The Relationship between Contemporary Soldiers and the Army" as reasons.
To complete this mission.
There's no other way around it. After all, these people from the Military Academy are not cadres from the grassroots units. It's not so easy to move them with just a few words.
Invest a lot of energy in building the school.
If you want to write a report of sufficient substance, you must quote from classics, summarize the roots, and search the college library to see if there is any information you need.
If this person has an idea, he will be full of energy as if he has been injected with chicken blood.
Looking at Chen Mo who left in a hurry, Ding Zeliang was stunned and said, "Where did this kid say he was going?"
"It sounds like a library to me." Xie Yong responded blankly.
"This guy thinks he can understand the books in the library, but he can't even figure out the books he was given these days."
Wang Bo shook his head, not understanding why Xiucai was so proactive.
The only person in the entire dormitory was Sheng Donghao, the veteran from the military reconnaissance company who came with Chen Mo. He was looking at the empty doorway thoughtfully.
His intuition told him that this scholar might be able to cause quite a stir in the academy.
You know, Sheng Donghao had met Chen Mo in the competition arena and knew that this private was not that simple.
Can someone who has been in the army for only a few months and dares to participate in the reconnaissance competition be a mediocre person?
Just when a few people were confused.
Fang Huai, the captain of the second cadet team, came to the dormitory with his hands behind his back. He first looked around and then asked curiously: "Where is the scholar? Isn't he back?"
"I went to the library again." Xie Yong explained casually.
"What a hassle." Fang Huai shook his head. "Pick two people, bring the scholar's bedding and textbooks, and follow me."
"The vice-president said that he would be moved to a single dormitory and his recent training arrangements would be cancelled."
"The position of district captain is temporarily cancelled. You can compete on your own. Please don't disturb Xiucai recently. This is the special instruction from the vice president."
The vice president gave the order?
Upon hearing this, the group of people in dormitory 402 looked at each other in bewilderment.
No, when did this damn scholar become associated with the vice-president?
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