If nothing else, it could at least save her a lot of trouble.
"So that's how it is."
Director Kuang is worthy of being the director for many years. After he responded, he spoke very nicely, "So, we still need to learn more from the 22nd Division Art Troupe."
She didn't hold back her voice, and since her office was next to the practice room, everyone could hear her words clearly.
The female soldiers of the 22nd Division Art Troupe looked at each other and held their heads high.
When watching the Battle Flag Dance Troupe, I could only quickly hold the dance pole tightly, pretending to be very busy, and dared not look them in the eye.
Thinking about how they couldn't see the 22nd Division Art Troupe before, it was as if a slap had been slapped in the face, and the whole face was burning.
Hao Yang was also visibly embarrassed.
That afternoon, Gao Gang picked a lot of thorns on himself in front of everyone in the Battle Flag Song and Dance Troupe.
As a result, when they were in the same position that afternoon, she said that there was nothing wrong with Jiang Yuman and praised her for her good intention.
This will undoubtedly make the Battle Flag Song and Dance Troupe inferior to the 22nd Division Art Troupe, and the morale of the female soldiers will also be affected.
"There's no need to talk about studying," Su Wenzheng said with a smile, "Let's just train at our own pace."
The two group leaders had profound language attainments and they warmed up the atmosphere with just a few words. The awkwardness caused by the script was quickly revealed.
But it is undeniable that from this moment on, the Battle Flag Song and Dance Troupe no longer had the arrogance to look down on the 22nd Division Art Troupe.
In this regard, the 22nd Division Art Troupe was very proud.
The leaders did not notice the eye contact between the female soldiers, and they continued talking incoherently.
After talking for a while, Captain Kuang was ready to leave.
Gao Fei had no intention of staying here, so he went out as well.
As soon as they left,
Then Captain Su closed the door and asked, "Yuman, what happened between you and Teacher Gao Fei?" He then glanced outside.
She really couldn't understand it. Not long ago, Ji Fangshu wanted to cooperate with Gao Fei to write Jiang Yuman's script, but after so many days, she was willing to be her face?
Is the change so fast?
Yang Yun and Zhuang Wanbai were equally puzzled. For a moment, their eyes were fixed on Jiang Yuman's face.
Jiang Yuman didn't know how to answer for a moment.
If she were to answer, she would undoubtedly have to tell them her identity, but she didn't want to be too high-profile for the time being.
After a pause, she explained, "When I was talking to her the other day, I ran into President Gao and the Chief of Staff."
"I see," Su Wenzheng suddenly realized, "Even though Gao Fei writes good scripts, he really doesn't dare to offend the Chief of the General Staff. If he doesn't like a screenwriter, he can just say a word."
The closer you are to the position, the more weight your words carry.
Even if it's Gao Fei.
Her performance in scriptwriting is indeed outstanding, but this world is not short of geniuses, but heroes.
Yang Yun and the others also suddenly realized and said happily: "Although the Chief of the General Staff helped us, it was also thanks to Yu Man's good script."
Ever since she joined the 22nd Division Art Troupe, they have had many good things happen to them, even the Chief of the General Staff came to watch in person!
The reason why the Battle Flag Song and Dance Troupe was so hostile to them, besides because they disliked them, might also be due to this reason.
"By the way, have you settled your family affairs?" Su Wenzheng asked with concern while chatting and laughing.
She knew that Jiang Yuman was going back to the textile factory's staff quarters.
"not yet."
At this point, Jiang Yuman glanced at the phone on the table next to her and said, "By the way, Captain, can I make a call?"
Su Wenzheng followed her gaze and said with understanding, "Of course, just use it."
Because she came here, she was considerate and didn't ask any more questions.
He smiled and patted Jiang Yumen's shoulder, then took Yang Yun and Zhuang Wanbai out to watch the female soldiers practice dancing.
In an instant, Jiang Yuman was the only one left in the office.
She walked to the landline, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number of the communications department that she remembered.
The 22nd Division at the training ground at this time.
The weather has become cooler, and the players have less and less time to rest. They have long been accustomed to this training intensity, and their physical fitness is getting better and better.
But Fu Jingchen stayed in the training ground all day, and he still felt very oppressive.
After a break, everyone looked at the building of the art troupe with a look of melancholy.
It was better when the art troupe was still there.
Not only can you see the beautiful scenery in the cafeteria, but more importantly, you only need to gather in the middle of the night once or twice a month.
Now that the art troupe has left, the troupe leader has devoted himself to training. Their physical fitness has improved, but they feel very bitter.
He quickly turned his head and asked the one from the Shenfeng Camp, "Brother Fan, how long has the art troupe been there?"
Fan Qiang was calm and composed, brushing the dust off his hands. "It's only been a few days. I heard you'll be gone for more than a month. You'll get used to it."
"How can I get used to this?" Qi asked with a bitter face.
Captain Fu is indeed a good trainer, and he puts all his attention on us, which is really hard for us to handle.
Fan Qiang looked very miserable. "You guys are fine, but look at us. We are all so shabby. What's there to see?"
Hearing this, everyone's eyes were focused on the people in the Shenfeng Camp.
Ordinary soldiers were already dark enough, but they were even darker and more shiny.
The two sides looked at each other, both feeling sad.
When the whistle sounded to signal the end of the break, everyone immediately put away their laziness and lined up as quickly as possible.
Seeing this, Fu Jingchen on the rostrum prepared to come over.
After taking just two steps, the divisional communicator hurried into the training ground.
"Captain Fu, the Communications Department has your number."
The huge training ground was crowded with people. I couldn't see clearly where Fu Jingchen was, so I just shouted.
The sound is very good.
As soon as the words fell, everyone in the venue pricked up their ears.
Fu Jingchen walked a few steps to the rostrum, "The battalion commander continues to arrange training."
After saying that, he followed the communicator and left the training ground.
As the team leader, you don't have to stay at the training ground all the time.
Looking at Fu Jingchen's leaving back, the people in the Shenfeng Camp turned their eyes around and looked at their comrades next to them.
Everyone knew it well, and their eyes were full of mockery.
On the other side,
Fu Jingchen followed the divisional communicator to the communications department, where another communicator was holding the receiver.
As soon as he saw her coming over, he saluted and quickly handed her the receiver. "I haven't hung up yet, you pick it up."
Fu Jingchen nodded, took the receiver and put it to his ear, "Hello, it's me."
The divisional communicators are already wearing headphones, which can provide a certain degree of sound insulation.
A few miles away, Jiang Yuman held the receiver and sighed, "Finally I got the call."
She had never called here before, and it was the first time she knew how troublesome long-distance calls were, requiring the calls to be passed on by operators at each level.
When she heard that the person who answered the phone was finally Fu Jingchen, she felt relieved.
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