PFC Chapter 357: Son inherits his father's business, a new journey
Chapter 357: Son inherits his father's business, a new journey
Chapter 357: Son inherits father's business, a new journey
On the Guard Division side, after seeing that the enemy had stopped attacking, Lu Shan put his pistol on his waist and saw Jin Zaishan, who had successfully returned, from a distance. He immediately smiled and waved his hand, saying hello: "Commander Jin, you are finally back. It's been a chaotic day. All kinds of monsters dared to stand up and claim to be king!"
"Thank you for your hard work, General Lu. I am grateful for your kindness!" Jin Zaishan bowed to him and said very politely.
Lu Shan smiled nonchalantly at this, then turned his gaze to the idiot-looking Military Advisor Park and the other man, and asked, "What should we do with these two?"
"Let's talk about it after we take them back." Jin Zaishan didn't even look at the two of them. Now that he was back, naturally, it had nothing to do with others.
He pressed the wound on his shoulder, not caring about dealing with the situation at the scene, and asked, "Where is Ali? Where is he?"
"Please come in, the person is at the Marshal's Mansion!" Lu Shan made way so as not to delay the meeting between the father and son.
No matter what, Old Jintou's return is a happy event. At least as far as the current situation is concerned, no one except him can suppress the rebels.
Ten minutes later, inside the Marshal's residence.
Jin Junli looked at his old father, whose face was haggard and expression was gaunt. He finally couldn't hold back his inner emotions. He turned to Zhang Ye, who was drinking tea, and knelt on the ground: "Marshal, you have saved my father. It's like giving him a new life. Jin Junli will follow you all my life!"
"Okay, why are you being so pretentious, man?" Zhang Ye glanced at him, unable to stand the crying boy.
Kneeling down and taking oaths at every turn is like being in love. It's so fucking awkward.
"Ali is right. If the Marshal hadn't rescued me this time, I would have died in the enemy camp." Unexpectedly, Jin Zaishan also used the same trick.
He stood up solemnly, walked to Zhang Ye and bowed slightly: "Thank you for saving my life, Marshal. You are willing to put aside past grudges and take Ali in at this critical moment. Such a heart makes you a true hero!"
"Hehe, you two are putting on a big show here, talking in such a complicated way that I feel embarrassed to accept my money." Zhang Ye couldn't help but make a joke with a smile on his face.
The reason why he saved the father and son was not because of any profound considerations, but simply because he was used to working with them and was too lazy to change his partners.
As for favors, it’s actually nothing. They don’t have much power. They just helped out at a critical moment. It’s not a big help.
"What are your plans for the future?" After the casual chat, Zhang Ye looked at the two of them, wanting to hear their ideas.
This incident caused quite a stir, and Kim Jae-san's return made all the plans of the Silla emperor go awry.
Now that we have already fallen out, it would be unrealistic to continue cooperating in the future.
"I'm old, and I plan to let Ali take the throne. I'll assist him for a year or two, and then retire." Jin Zaishan is also a smart man. Since he has the opportunity to start over, there is no need to care about the royal family's opinion.
He had personally built up a team, so naturally he wanted to entrust it to his own talents and feel at ease.
Besides, Jin Junli has worked hard over the years, and the resistance army’s development to this point is inseparable from his help.
Not to mention the long distance, if he hadn't gone to Donglu in person and found a partner like Zhang Ye, it would probably not be so easy for the rebels to rise quickly.
"It should have been done a long time ago. It's not shameful for a son to inherit his father's business. Besides, Ali is not a fool. He is fully capable of taking over this banner." Zhang Ye nodded slightly, expressing his agreement with Jin Zaishan's decision.
After this battle, Jin Junli has been completely subdued. If he controls the resistance army in the future, it will be a good thing for Zhang Ye.
Although Silla is not a large place, its resources are quite good, although they have been forcibly exploited by the Sakura Country for many years.
But as long as the rebels can complete unification and take control of the entire Silla, it should not be difficult to restore the economy in the future.
Moreover, with Silla as a springboard, it would be easier for the independence army to enter northern Feng in the future.
"I... I'm afraid I can't do it..." Unexpectedly, the person involved held a different opinion. Jin Junli's face flushed red. He looked at his father beside him, then at Zhang Ye in front of him, and said hesitantly: "Since the commander-in-chief is back, it's more appropriate for me to do my previous job."
"Silly boy, you're really clueless!" Zhang Ye looked at his half-hearted attitude and teased him with a smile, "Your father is the commander-in-chief of the resistance army, and I'm your logistics supplier. If we two say you can do it, who dares to say no?"
"Commander Jin is old and will have to retire sooner or later. Your most important task now is to seize power and quickly transition while he is still in good health and can help you stabilize the situation."
"That's right, don't underestimate the position of the resistance commander." Jin Zaishan patted his son's shoulder and said bluntly in front of everyone: "You are the commander now. In the future, drive away the beasts of Sakura Country, and you will be the king of Silla!"
Sure enough, after hearing this, Jin Junli's eyes suddenly lit up. Without any hesitation, he nodded hurriedly: "Then... then I'll give it a try..."
"Hahaha..." Looking at his cowardly look, Zhang Ye laughed a lot and found it very funny.
This kid is really ungrateful. Good things that others can't even ask for, seem to be forced upon him.
……
Three days later, rejecting the repeated requests of Jin Zaishan and his father, Zhang Ye and others returned to the boat and prepared to go home.
This trip to Silla was indeed quite lively, with all kinds of bad things happening all at once, which made Zhang Ye have enough fun and he exclaimed that it was very exciting.
After bidding farewell to Jin Zaishan and his father, the fleet set sail.
Zhang Ye, who hadn't been fishing for several days, squatted in front of the boat and started fiddling with his fishing gear again.
He wasn't addicted to it, he was just doing it to kill time out of boredom.
At this moment, Qin Fan stretched his body and came closer, complaining a little dissatisfiedly.
"Marshal, we came here and didn't gain anything, and when we left, we gave them dozens of cars. Can we please stop doing this kind of money-losing business in the future?"
"It's just a few dozen cars, and you're so stingy." Without waiting for Zhang Ye to speak, Lu Shan crossed his arms, curled his lips and said disdainfully.
"You talk nicely. Since the Guard Division is so generous, why don't you give your car to them!" Qin Fan retorted, gritting his teeth.
This guy is so annoying. He doesn't feel pain until the knife cuts himself.
If I had given someone the Guard Division's things as a gift, he would have probably started complaining a long time ago.
"Our Guard Division is tasked with protecting the Marshal. We can't just give things away casually." As expected, Lu Shan's response was just as Qin Fan had guessed. He squinted his eyes and said smugly, "Besides, you guys rarely come ashore all year round. It's a complete waste to have a car. Driving it around everywhere wastes space and fuel!"
"Shut up right there! Now you know how to save money. This is not the time for you to just wave your hand and give away thousands of submachine guns." Qin Fan frowned and started arguing with him.
"Hey, hey, hey, you have to provide evidence when you speak. The gun was given to me by the Marshal. It has nothing to do with me." Lu Shan pouted at Zhang Ye who was standing beside him and passed the blame to him.