A small parade lasted from morning until just after one o’clock in the afternoon, and Di Mingchen was only then preparing to eat.
Even while eating, he was quite occupied, discussing matters with several top officials.
It’s New Year, and concerns for the Empire’s security arrangents, military exercises, and the safety of its people.
The New Year indeed is a high period for various criminal activities.
He mainly managed both sides.
Thus, issuing commands and directives was his responsibility, and every New Year was Di Mingchen’s busiest ti, with nurous etings to attend.
Security work had to be arranged, training and reporting, none of it could be neglected.
This would keep him busy from before the New Year to after, only able to return ho for dinner on New Year’s Eve, and possibly not even then.
Year after year, it’s the sa.
Importantly, after the New Year, Dan Youguo’s term ends, and he will step down.
A new President will take office, and these matters require his attention.
When the new President assus office, the first thing is to watch the exercises; he must provide necessary reports and showcase the Empire’s military prowess, so he must prepare well in advance.
Moreover, on June 3rd next year, it’s the Empire’s decennial parade, just this event enough to keep him busy for quite a while.
Because of being too occupied, he dined while discussing matters with several of his trusted subordinates.
As rehearsals continued, they didn’t start anything special but ate alongside everyone else on the vast training ground.
Di Mingchen never made things special, especially during training.
Thus, they simply sat on the ground, each holding a bowl as large as a basin.
This was no exaggeration!
They spent sixty to eighty percent of their ti on physical and military training, and indeed ate a lot!
While talking, a guard suddenly ran over, saluted, "Report, sir, a Mr. Nangong says he’s looking for you."
Di Mingchen paused his eating, considered for a mont, then said, "Bring him over."
"Yes!" The guard saluted, turned, and jogged away.
"Let’s continue," Di Mingchen turned to his subordinates and said.
Receiving the notice, Nangong Jin was allowed through the entrance, but only after a thorough search, even having his lighter confiscated, and his sun-shielding sunglasses taken away.
The most excessive was unbuckling his belt!!!
Nangong Jin was speechless, was this really necessary!
But he understood that for ’ordinary folk’ like him coming here, everything indeed had to be thoroughly taken!
After being searched clean, Nangong Jin was finally allowed through the gate, a rugged SUV approached, three guards advanced, uniformly holding machine guns as they shoved him into the car.
Sitting in the back seat, with two guards next to him, faces serious, guns constantly in hand.
In front were two more, one driving, one sternly holding a gun.
Once the vehicle started, four more imdiately jumped onto the door, also holding guns, hands gripping the canopy, exuding an imposing aura.
Nangong Jin: "..."
He didn’t feel imposing at all; rather, it felt like he was being escorted to the execution ground for imdiate execution.
This place was quite vast, Nangong Jin felt like they drove for at least twenty minutes before he finally saw the training ground.
Gosh, the sheer size was boundless, the key was that at this mont there were so many people on the training grounds!
Each group neat as blocks of tofu, then tanks, cannons, missiles, armor, leaving him utterly bewildered.
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