After Feng Yuxing returned home, he ate and slept.

His parents didn't notice the abnormality in their son's behavior. It was normal for a young man to sleep in.

They were also busy managing the grocery store business. After all, their daughter Feng Luoqi had spent all her savings while she was in the hospital. If it weren't for the money they got from the fake marriage between their son Feng Yuxing and Hua Nongying, their daughter Feng Luoqi would probably still be in the hospital.

After Feng Yuxing slept like this for two days and two nights, his father Feng Mingzhou always felt that something was not right and felt a little uneasy.

So he took advantage of his son Feng Yuxing's deep sleep and quietly walked into his room.

Feng Mingzhou walked lightly, as if he was afraid of waking up his son, but in fact it was more because of his inner uneasiness and worry.

A file bag on the table aroused my curiosity, so I opened it to take a look.

After reading the contents of the file bag, Feng Mingzhou understood the reason for his son's abnormality. It turned out that his son had transferred to work in the local area.

At noon, Feng Mingzhou specially had lunch at home and called his sons Feng Yuxing to eat together.

"Guoguo, have you changed your career?" Feng Mingzhou looked at his son and asked.

"Hmm!" Feng Yuxing hummed as he ate.

"Guoguo! I don't know why you changed your career, but I know that the level you transferred to is not low!" Feng Mingzhou said, "It must be the commander of the army who did it for you!"

"Dad! So, do you think the army is better for me, or this position in the local government?" Feng Yuxing didn't know much about the officialdom. After all, his career from school to the army was seamless, and he didn't care much about social affairs.

"Dad isn't from the system, so I don't know much about it. But if you're in charge, a deputy division-level official is already a deputy county magistrate!" Feng Mingzhou looked at his son Feng Yuxing. "It would be the best thing to stay in the army for a lifetime. However, your transfer to a local job is also a turning point in your life.

If you are in the military, now is peacetime, you train, learn, and advance, and you can see what position you will be in in the future. But transferring is different. It is very complex and can give you different experiences in different positions.

Apart from personal hobbies, there are many other things you need to accomplish, to contribute to your country and realize the value of life, and it doesn’t necessarily have to be in the military. . . .

Feng Mingzhou's words were undoubtedly sincere words from the heart between father and son, but they may also contain his good intentions to comfort his son's emotions.

After all, he himself had not been involved in officialdom, but he had heard something about the complicated interpersonal relationships and power struggles in officialdom.

He would be very happy if his son Feng Yuxing could stay in the army, because the interpersonal relationships in the army are much simpler than in local areas.

"Dad! I understand! I'll report to the Department of Culture and Tourism this afternoon!" Feng Yuxing hummed in response to his father Feng Mingzhou.

Feng Yuxing listened to his father's words perfunctorily, because his mind was still in the blue sky, in the endless space where he once flew his beloved JH-20 fighter jet.

3 p.m.

Feng Yuxing picked up the file bag on the table and went out.

He was still wearing his combat uniform, except that the armbands on his shoulders were gone. He left the village and took a taxi to the Provincial Department of Culture and Tourism.

In fact, it was not easy for the base's political commissar to secure this rank for Feng Yuxing. It was just that Feng Yuxing was unfamiliar with the rules of officialdom and had no idea what was going on.

If someone of his age could reach the deputy director level at the local level, it would be a great honor for his ancestors.

If it weren't for the fact that he tried his best to save more than 200 lives on the plane that crashed from Zhouxi to Yinzhou some time ago, his rank would have been downgraded to the level of a regular section chief at best after he retired.

The Department of Culture and Tourism does not have many "customers".

The tourism industry in Yinzhou is not well developed, and since it is not a government department, not many people come to report on their work.

Feng Yuxing found the Personnel Department and gave his file and registration certificate to the comrades there.

The person who hired Feng Yuxing was a woman in her thirties named Tang Chaofen, deputy director of the Personnel Department of the Department of Culture and Tourism. After reading Feng Yuxing's materials, she was very surprised.

"I can only arrange your employment, but the work has to be arranged by the director himself," Tang Chaofen said as he looked at the materials, "Do you have someone above you?"

"What do you mean? What do you mean by having someone above you?" Feng Yuxing was very confused by the Tang Dynasty fans' words.

"Don't act dumb. If you didn't have someone above you, how could someone as young as you reach this level?" Tang Chaofen said, glancing at Feng Yuxing with a look of 'taking advantage of others' in his eyes.

"Is the deputy director level high?" Feng Yuxing asked in confusion.

"Classmate Yuxing, you are so ungrateful!" Tang Chao fans said unhappily, "Many people in the system are about to retire and have just managed to get the rank of section chief. Tell me, is your rank high?"

"Oh! I don't know! This was done for me by the army and the political commissar. I haven't even opened this file bag. The political commissar just told me to bring this file bag with me when I report in. I don't know what rank he gave me, but my rank in the army is major!" Feng Yuxing said embarrassedly.

"Either the military leaders treat you like their own son, or your ancestors are really rich!" said the Tang Dynasty fan with envy.