Chapter 12: The Gap

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When Wang Zhong came out of the major general's office, Grigori squinted suspiciously, "The commander inside is a woman? Why do you look like you just came out of the red-light district, General?"

"Hmph," Wang Zhong sneered, "That's way more thrilling than the red-light district. Inside was General Chekhov, an old acquaintance of Argesukov. She approved a whole bunch of equipment for us."

Grigori awkwardly reminded him, "I'm just a sergeant major; I don't know so many big shots. You mention General Chekhov, and I've got no clue who that is."

"A slick old fox who won't stick to the pot but gets things done," Wang Zhong laughed, "If it were peacetime, this kind of person could be the pillar of a department."

Actually, Wang Zhong didn't have much social experience, but he had seen the likes of General Chekhov in a British TV show called "Yes, Prime Minister".

Grigori: "As long as it's a good result, that's what matters. Where to next?"