[Era + Military Marriage + Space + Medical Nation-Building + Dual Purity (Wife-Chasing) + Few and Quick-to-Disappear Villains + Military Life Daily]
(The romance plotline in this book is quit...
Lin Qingqing listened to several people practicing Tai Chi.
He half lowered his head and smiled.
At this time, the bell rang to signal the start of the meeting.
The door to the conference room at the end of the lounge opened from the inside, revealing a long reddish-brown conference table.
Everyone stood up and walked towards the meeting room while talking to each other.
The Tai Chi between Mr. Zhang, Mr. Li and Mr. Xu also ended here.
Lin Qingqing stood up following Zhang Gong and walked eastward with the crowd.
She peered through the gaps between the people and saw a spacious and grandly decorated oversized conference room. Inside the room was a long reddish-brown conference table surrounded by a circle of green plants. In front of each seat was a teacup and a red name tag.
Zhang Gong said with a smile: "Marshal Lin, this is your first time attending a central meeting. Your name tag should be assigned a seat at the end or in the middle. You will take a seat according to your name tag later."
"good."
Lin Qingqing nodded slightly.
While walking, the people next to her kept looking at Lin Qingqing.
Lin Qingqing looks very impressive despite being so young and wearing the marshal's uniform, and does not seem immature or intimidating at all.
The contemptuous expression on his face faded a little.
After entering the conference room, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Li walked around the left side of the conference table and headed forward.
Lin Qingqing slowed down her pace and fell behind the crowd. Seeing everyone sitting down, she glanced at the empty seats and started looking for her name tag from the end of the table.
The positions of central meetings are fixed and will only change when more people participate in the meeting.
So the others quickly found their own places.
Lin Qingqing, who was always looking for her own brand name, stood out in the meeting room.
The person above hasn't come over yet, so everyone is chatting while looking at Lin Qingqing.
It stands to reason that for someone of the marshal's rank, with so little experience, it would be a stretch to qualify to attend the conference.
I will definitely arrange the position at the very end.
But they saw Lin Qingqing growing taller and taller as he moved forward.
Some people looked at each other with amusement.
"She's only ten years old, and it's already very good that she's been promoted to this position. She definitely won't be assigned a higher position at this meeting. Why is she still looking for a position further up the ladder? She's almost in the middle of the team, right?"
After hearing this, the person next to him raised his eyelids and looked at Lin Qingqing.
With a serious expression, he said, "Maybe they didn't even prepare a name tag for her."
"I think so."
"It's great that she can attend the meeting. It's a great honor to arrange a seat for her as an observer."
At this moment, Lin Qingqing felt the strange gazes from people around her, and her scalp tightened slightly.
Mr. Zhang brought her to attend the meeting, which could only be because he had permission from above.
Now that this matter has been brought up, she will definitely be given a position, otherwise she will become a joke.
But according to her level and status, she can only sit at the back.
I was already in the middle of the place, and I didn't even see my own name.
Having passed the middle position, Lin Qingqing gritted her teeth and continued forward.
After walking two seats forward, her eyes lit up.
Look, there is a nameplate with the three words "Lin Qingqing" on it on an empty seat, and the cup on the seat also has the words "Lin Qingqing" printed on it.
She walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down.
When she looked up, she found that everyone was looking at her.
Even Mr. Zhang was surprised.
However, this emotion only flashed in his eyes.
He thought that considering the contributions he had made to China in the 1930s and 1940s, he was indeed qualified to hold this position.
Lin Qingqing tilted her head to look at Mr. Zhang, who was seven or eight seats behind her. She turned her head again and saw Mr. Xu sitting in the third seat at the conference table across from her, two seats ahead of Mr. Zhang.