Just like that, time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Director Jiang!"
"This is an emergency military-supplies allocation for the Blazing Furnace. It needs your signature!"
His subordinate carried a document and knocked on the door of Director Jiang's office.
Jiang Fan took it casually, skimmed it once, and instantly went through the types, quantities, and destinations of the supplies inside.
Swish, swish, swish!
Jiang Fan quickly signed his name, then handed the document back to his subordinate.
The entire process was as smooth as flowing clouds and running water.
The subordinate respectfully withdrew. At the instant he closed the door, the corner of his mouth curled disdainfully.
"He signed after only one glance. He really lives up to the nickname 'Red Talisman Nepotism Hire.'"
"If we people below him weren't serious about our work and had never made a single mistake, with an attitude like yours, you'd cause a huge mess sooner or later!"
"..."
Inside the room, Jiang Fan saw everything through the closed door.
Yet he wasn't angry in the slightest.
The Grand Marshal had assigned him here partly because it was easier not to see him and not be annoyed, and partly to handle things according to precedent—to let him polish his credentials in safety and leave as soon as possible.
Little did he know that, for Jiang Fan, this was exactly what he wanted.
Although the Logistics Support Department was an idle post that amounted to little more than signing documents and he was often subjected to mockery in private, it was also the greatest source of information and intelligence.
Wherever Star Beasts rioted and wherever the fighting grew intense, logistics dispatches were the first to reflect it.
He could use the convenience of his position