"I never thought that our commander's son is so handsome. He doesn't look much like the commander."
"It must look like his wife."
Hearing this, Zheng Liujiang's serious square face appeared in Jiang Yuman's mind.
It is indeed unlikely that a man who can be called handsome would have a face shape like that.
After listening to everyone's discussion for a while, she left the cafeteria and went to the family compound.
At the same time,
Zheng Liujiang sat in his office and asked his guard, "Do you think they all know that Ji Qing is here?"
“Yes.” The guard remembered the discussions in the army and added, “They also praised him for his handsome looks…” They all said he didn’t look like you, but more like the madam.
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zheng Liujiang.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "He is my son after all." He was not satisfied.
The guard paused for a moment, then tactfully swallowed the rest of his words.
Zheng Liujiang didn't notice that something was wrong with his guard. He was staring at the clock in the office and thinking about something. He only came to his senses when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The next second, Su Wenzheng pushed the door open and walked in.
"Wen Zheng, why are you here!" Zheng Liujiang was happy to see the people from the art troupe, after all, his future daughter-in-law was there.
"Commander," Su Wenzheng said, "Dawn has passed the review. I have already spoken to the General Political Department on the phone and will tentatively leave for Beijing in two days."
"Hey! Go to the General Political Department!"
Zheng Liujiang clapped his hands excitedly and said, "When you guys go to the capital..." When he said this, he quickly realized something and his expression froze instantly.
I forgot everything I wanted to say.
yes!
The art troupe is about to go to the capital, and the old commander's granddaughter is also going.
As the saying goes, those who are close to the water get the moon first. The capital and the Southwest Military Region are so far apart, and his son's stay in the 22nd Division is nothing but an eyesore.
In a short period of time, Zheng Liujiang began to think about whether there was any way to send his son to the capital.
"Commander?" Seeing that he was silent halfway through his words, Su Wenzheng called out in confusion.
"Oh," Zheng Liujiang reacted and stood up from his chair, "It's a small matter, it's a small matter."
Seeing his serious expression, Su Wenzheng was full of doubts. She didn't understand why the teacher had such an expression.
He subconsciously glanced at the guard next to him.
The guard did know the reason.
The division commander had worked hard to get his son to join the 22nd Division, but it turned out that the art troupe was going to the capital in two days, and all his previous efforts were wasted.
But he didn't dare to say this and could only shake his head.
So, Su Wenzheng went to the office of the art troupe and was still puzzled.
When Jiang Yuman passed by, she quickly grabbed her and told her about this matter, "Yuman, help me analyze this. What do you think happened to Commander Zheng?"
"It has nothing to do with our art troupe," Jiang Yuman smiled, "The commander should be worried about other things."
"I hope so."
Su Wenzheng sighed, "By the way, when we go to the headquarters this time, I have someone else to talk to you about."
After hearing this, Jiang Yuman had already vaguely guessed the identity of that person.
Sure enough, the next second, Su Wenzheng said: "It's Gao Fei you mentioned last time."
"Putting aside the matter between her and Ji Fangshu, she is an exceptionally good screenwriter. She holds a pivotal position in the headquarters, and she wrote the book Revolutionary Female Militia."
"After you join the General Political Department, there is a high possibility that you will come into contact with her."
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