Lü Yanlin shook his head with a smile.
Then he turned around and looked toward the figure in the corner who had been silently taking notes the entire time.
The meeting recorder.
A young lieutenant, sitting in the corner, his recording pen never stopping.
Lü Yanlin's voice rang out:
"Meeting recorder."
The young man sprang to his feet.
His movement was so swift that his chair slid back half a meter, emitting a harsh scraping sound.
But he paid it no mind.
He stood at attention and saluted.
His voice was so loud it could be heard throughout the entire Wargaming Hall.
"Yes! Chief of Staff!"
Lü Yanlin looked at him and spoke slowly.
"Prepare a report regarding the commendation for Senior Colonel Qin Bei Wang."
He paused.
"Transmit it to…"
"The Supreme Command."
The meeting recorder's eyes lit up.
He stood at attention once more.
"Yes!"
Not long after.
Federal Supreme Command, Round Table Conference Room.
A massive circular conference table lay quietly at the center of the room, its dark wooden surface gleaming with a warm luster.
Seven figures were seated around the round table.
But upon closer inspection.
One would find the seven most renowned Marshals of the Federation.
At this moment, all were present.
And the one seated to the left of the head position had a resolute face, with an imposing aura between his brows that commanded respect even without anger.
Qin Qianfan.
Federation Marshal, Supreme Commander of the Supreme Command.
Concurrently serving as Commander of the First Fleet of the Galactic Star Sector.
Father of Qin Bei Wang.
At this moment, a rare, faint smile graced his face.
Sitting opposite him was an ethereal figure, an elderly man with graying hair.
Named Chen Chongguang.
At the moment, he was resting with his eyes closed, as if completely oblivious to the discussions around him.
Suddenly, a young voice broke the silence.
The voice carried a hint of amusement, its teasing tone unconcealed.
"It has to be Old Qin."
Everyone turned to look.
A Marshal who appeared to be only in his early twenties was leaning back in his chair, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
Ruan Zhixu.
Father of Ruan Xingwei.
Although his actual age was over three hundred, his face remained forever fixed at twenty.
His gaze fell on Qin Qianfan, his tone carrying an indescribable envy.
"To have a son who's so outstanding."
He shook his head and sighed.
"If my son were as capable as yours…"
He paused, then continued.
"I'd be burning incense in gratitude."
A low ripple of laughter spread around the round table.
The corners of Qin Qianfan's mouth lifted slightly.
He waved his hand, his tone modest.
"Not at all, not at all."
His gaze settled on Ruan Zhixu.
"Xingwei is at least an Admiral."
Ruan Zhixu scoffed.
"Admiral?"
He shook his head.
"How he got that rank, don't you know?"
"If it weren't for my old face, could he have reached that position?"
"I should have trained him harder from the start!"
The laughter around the table grew louder.
Qin Qianfan said nothing.
But the smile at the corner of his mouth was impossible to suppress.
Another voice spoke up.
This time, it was an elderly man with white hair and beard.
He was the Interstellar Logistics Chief, named Ji Wangshu.
His projection flickered slightly, clearly transmitted from an extremely distant location.
Ji Wangshu looked at Qin Qianfan and slowly spoke.
"There's an ancient saying, how does it go?"
He paused, stroking his beard.
"To have a son, one should have one like Sun Zhongmou."
He smiled.
"I think it's time to change that now."
His gaze fell upon Qin Qianfan.
"To have a son, one should have one like Qin Bei Wang."
A chorus of agreement rose around the round table.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Well said!"
"To have a son, one should have one like Qin Bei Wang!"
Qin Qianfan waved his hand with a smile.
"Too much praise, too much praise."
But his face had already blossomed into a wide grin.
Another voice spoke up.
This time, it was a middle-aged Marshal who looked to be in his fifties.
His name was Lu Yanzhi, the Director of Military Technology.
Lu Yanzhi's projection also wavered slightly, but his tone carried an indescribable emotion.
"Old Qin..."
"I'm afraid it won't be long before the Supreme Command has to add another chair."
His eyes swept over everyone present.
"Father and son sharing the same stage..."
He smiled and continued.
"This is a fortunate event that has never happened since the establishment of the High Command."
The round table fell silent for a second.
Then discussions erupted.
"Yes, yes, yes! Father and son sharing the same stage!"
"That would be a tale for the ages!"
"We'll have to celebrate properly when the time comes!"
Qin Qianfan shook his head with a smile.
"It's still early, still early."
But something glimmered in his eyes.
Just then, a slightly urgent voice rang out.
It was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a crisp Marshal's uniform.
He was leaning forward, his gaze fixed intently on Qin Qianfan.
"Old Qin!"
"Your Beiwang isn't married yet, is he?"
Qin Qianfan was taken aback.
People nearby had already started teasing.
"Oh! Old Su is trying to snatch a marriage proposal!"
"Old Su, your granddaughter is already thirty, isn't she a bit old for Beiwang?"
Su Qingyang glared at the man.
"What's wrong with thirty?
Thirty is mature!
Haven't you heard? A wife three years older brings gold bricks!"
"Besides, my little granddaughter is a lady from a respectable family!"
Another voice chimed in, dripping with undisguised sarcasm.
"Give it a rest."
A young, beautiful woman full of vigor leaned back in her chair, a cold smile on her lips.
"Your hot-tempered granddaughter would be too much for Beiwang to handle."
Su Qingyang's expression changed.
"Who are you calling hot-tempered?"
Xue Jintong ignored him completely, turning directly to Qin Qianfan, her face instantly breaking into a wide smile.
"Old Qin, my great-granddaughter just turned eighteen this year."
She paused, emphasizing her words.
"Gentle and considerate."
"Skilled in combat and capture, shooting and intelligence, fighter craft and warship piloting—she excels in everything!"
Su Qingyang grew anxious.
"What does an eighteen-year-old know?
She's still a child!"
The old lady shot him a glance.
"Still better than your thirty-year-old who can't get married."
"You!"
The two were on the verge of an argument.
Around the round table, laughter filled the air.
Qin Qianfan sat there, watching the scene, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
Ruan Zhixu leaned over and whispered.
"Old Qin, your son has become quite the catch now."
Qin Qianfan smiled but said nothing.
Just then, Chen Chongguang, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke.
"Alright, alright, discussions of marriage can wait until Qin Bei Wang returns, can't they!
This is the Supreme Command!
Let's talk about serious matters, shall we? People might think this is an interstellar matchmaking service!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the previously arguing Su Qingyang and Xue Jintong immediately fell silent.
At this moment, Chen Chongguang continued speaking.
"In light of Senior Colonel Qin Bei Wang's outstanding performance in the Battle of the Bushman System, the Joint Staff Department has already proposed a commendation!
Everyone, please see if there is anything to add!"
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