As everyone knows, their former leader, who could barely write a few characters, retired to work on the economy.

It is said that the higher-ups were afraid that if anyone disagreed with them, the foreign guests would be taken away by Feng Guang as a sacrifice to the flag, so they have been blocking the transfer of foreign guests.

This old man is something else; he went to Beijing alone, carrying a cheap cigarette, and blocked the entrance to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Next week? Important work in the provincial capital? The driver slammed on the brakes, his expression extremely strange. "Fine! Go make the call, I'm going down for a smoke."

After parking the car, Ruan Xianxian jumped out and walked back to the post office to queue. The queue wasn't long; there were only three people ahead of her.

After waiting for about five minutes, the driver finished his cigarette, and it was finally her turn.

The driver, who had a rough idea of ​​why she had called the provincial capital, came over, showed his ID, and said a few words to the two people behind Ruan Xianxian in line.

The two men indicated that they understood and stepped back a few paces, keeping some distance.

Beep beep beep—!

The call was transferred to Feng Guang's office. As soon as it was answered, a strong voice asked, "This is Feng Guang. Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, sir! I'm Ruan Xianxian. We met briefly on the train, and I had the honor of serving as your temporary translator for a day. Do you remember me?"

She has this quirk: whenever she makes a phone call, she tends to muffle her voice!

The driver couldn't help but scratch his ear. He was perfectly fine just now, but now his throat feels sore?!

"Oh, it's you, girl. Lin Rui Cong called you the other day, right? When are you planning to come over?"

Meanwhile, in the First Army Commander's office, the large room was simply furnished, and a sprightly old man smiled.

Hearing that sweet little voice, her voice involuntarily became husky, making the man next to her shudder with disgust.

The rubber band he was playing with between his two fingers slipped and snapped against the old man's ruddy cheek.

Ruan Xianxian heard a cry of pain, followed by the sound of this big leader using his father as the center, organs as the radius, and family tree as the main skill to radiate 360 ​​degrees to a dog named Gongye.

"Which way should we bounce it?"

"You son of a bitch, braiding my hair wasn't enough, you even flicked my face with a rubber band? I regret not putting you in a chamber pot when you were born, you worthless bastard!"

Ruan Xianxian glanced at her watch. Hmm, she'd been cursing for half a minute.

A voice on the other end reminded Feng Guang that he was on the phone. A few seconds of silence followed by a soft cough. "Hey, Xianxian! Are you still there? Hello?"

It wasn't until the other side called "Hey" three times that Ruan Xianxian's apologetic voice came through:

"Excuse me, sir, an elderly lady passing by lost her dentures, and I went to retrieve them for her. What did you just say?"

Feng Guang: ? ? ?

He chuckled dryly twice: "Going after your dentures, huh? That's good, that's good!"

After that, both sides fell into a long silence. Feng Guang broke the silence first, "What's the matter that you're calling at this hour?"

"That's how it is, leader." Ruan Xianxian stopped pretending and spoke in a very serious voice, "Is there a shortage of translators in our provincial capital?"

I have one person with strong written communication skills and three with advanced spoken communication skills. They've all been very enthusiastic about participating, having heard that it would be a small contribution to the economic development of Heilongjiang Province.

That's why I asked you to."

"Really?" Old Feng sounded quite happy. "Tell me the household registration information of the four people, and I'll send someone to check their backgrounds. If there are no problems, I'll have someone come with you."

Ruan Xianxian reported the basic information of Mu Xia, Chu Li, and others in detail. After Feng Guang finished writing it down, he chuckled and said:

"Once you're free, come over as soon as possible to familiarize yourself with the business. We're organizing a small exchange meeting this time, with participating manufacturers from all walks of life."

It's hard to explain over the phone. A person in charge will contact you when you come over."

Ruan Xianxian sighed softly, and Feng Guang hurriedly asked her what was wrong.

Her voice was pitiful as she said, "Grandpa Feng, I've been given a hard time and I'm afraid I can't go for the time being. I'll try my best not to delay your important business."

"Who? Who dares to make things difficult for you at this time?" Feng Guang's voice boomed.

Ruan Xianxian was even more pitiful. "A regimental commander named Feng Bai suspected me of being an enemy agent. She verbally threatened me and transferred me to the cooking squad to have people monitor me."

What do you think he's trying to do? Is it a sting operation?

Before the eye drops were finished, a violent cough came from the other end of the line, "Pfft, cough cough cough! Who are you calling difficult? Feng Bai?"

"Yes, it's him! He's not doing a good job of controlling the floods, and now he's keeping an eye on me. You're surnamed Feng, and so is Feng Bai. They're truly two different people with the same surname..."

Feng Guang's head was buzzing, his ears filled with the complaints of the woman, who was talking about his grandson, whom he had traded his brains for with force.

After the call ended, he sat there for a long time before coming to his senses. He angrily picked up the phone to call someone, but was stopped by Miyano on the other end.

"How old are you? Your emotions are still being led by young comrades."

Feng Guang snorted, "At my age, if I can't do whatever I want, I might as well not live."

"Tell me, what has my foolish nephew done this time? Making things difficult for a woman, what a character he is!"

Gong Ye, Feng Guang's youngest son, took his mother's surname Gong. He was playing with a fountain pen in his hand, and his slightly long bangs covered his half-closed light brown eyes.

He leaned back in his chair, his long legs casually stretched out and crossed. He seemed to be thinking of his nephew, whom he hadn't seen for almost a year, and the curve of his lips was sharp and chilling.

Upon seeing his smile, Feng Guang suppressed his anger and let out a long sigh.

"Ono, well, he wasn't really making things difficult for the female comrade. This cabbage is probably just trying to seduce a pig."

"Arching a pig?" Miyano asked with a hint of amusement, slowly twirling the pen between his fingers. "Are you sure his emotional intelligence is good enough to succeed?"

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