As the two spoke, Liu Yishou had already crossed more than half the viewing area.
He had been surrounded by a group of officers, but when his gaze landed on the front row of seats, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he strode over.
He stopped in front of Lin Mo at once and raised his hand in salute.
"Commander Lin!"
Lin Mo stood as well and returned a regulation military salute, then said with a smile:
"General Liu, congratulations on your promotion."
"Oh, not at all, not at all. I haven't even been appointed yet!"
Liu Yishou demurred, but he could not suppress the smile on his face, even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bunching together.
"Nothing's settled yet, nothing's settled. How things are ultimately arranged still depends on the decision from above."
He kept saying nothing was settled, but what he was thinking was written all over his face.
Lin Mo said with a smile:
"You're being modest, General Liu. In terms of military merit, seniority, or ability, no one deserves this position more than you!"
"Haha, compared with you, Commander Lin, I'm just showing off in front of a master!"
Liu Yishou remained modest as he teased:
"But if I really do get appointed, will you have a congratulatory gift for me, Commander Lin?"
Everyone around them felt their hearts skip a beat. Openly asking for gifts? That was expressly forbidden!
This was bad. General Liu seemed to have let success go to his head. If the higher-ups found out, he would probably face disciplinary action.
Lin Mo betrayed nothing as he said with a smile:
"You're about to command the Interstellar Fleet, General Liu. Would any gift of mine even catch your eye?"
"That's different."
Liu Yishou chuckled:
"Space warships need large quantities