"Understood. Tell Qin Wu that the vacancies and compensation for the Seventh Corps should be prioritized and filled. Deploy an additional Heavy Armor Camp toward the Cold Bone Fjord direction..."
Hong Qitian spoke at a measured pace, but his instructions were clear and precise, delivered swiftly.
Shan Ming listened intently, nodding occasionally.
"...That's it. Go ahead and get busy."
Hong Qitian waved a hand.
"Yes!"
Shan Ming stood up abruptly, saluted Hong Qitian formally, nodded slightly towards Fang Qingyu, and then strode out of the office, his heavy footsteps gradually fading down the corridor.
Only Hong Qitian and Fang Qingyu remained in the office.
Hong Qitian reclined back into the sofa, took a sip from the teapot, and looked at Fang Qingyu with a hint of understanding and teasing in his eyes: "You're here for that little girl?"
