Tian Minjing took in the reactions of the others, a hint of satisfaction appeared in her eyes, and she slowly lowered her voice.
They could be provoked but could be avoided, and the other female soldiers all moved to the other side.
On the other side, Captain Fan took the two of them on a tour and then accompanied Jiang Yuman to the cafeteria for dinner. He was very considerate throughout the whole process.
When Jiang Yuman and Gao Fei were preparing to go home, she appropriately suggested recruiting them.
"The 녊-style scriptwriting teachers of the General Military Region Art Troupe have guaranteed salaries and military ranks, and are also equipped with special guards to handle trivial matters."
Dong Dedong said that Jiang Yuman was very tempted by this condition.
But it was just a slight impulse. She asked, "What if I join and only provide the script?"
"That depends on what Teacher Yuman's script is like."
Captain Fan's face turned into a smile. "If the script is good, these treatments will still count."
Just like Gao Fei.
The difference is that Gao Fei first produced a good book three years ago. Although the quality was high, the quantity was really limited.
The 22nd Division Art Troupe's "Dawn" has temporarily stopped production, and the General Military Region Art Troupe is in urgent need of a new script.
On the way back from the General Military Region Art Troupe, Gao Fei was very curious, "Yuman, do you really have a new inspiration?"
"Most of the same." The core of the musicals of this period is similar, and Jiang Yuman can draw inspiration from many places.
Gao Fei knew all this, and just thought that Jiang Yuman was a genius, with a short script cycle and high quality.
After all, screenwriters make a living by their own abilities. If she had been balanced when she first came to Beijing, she no longer has that idea.
After returning home, Jiang Yuman went straight into the study, where there was a desk and bookshelf specially prepared for her by the Fu family.
Seeing her daughter-in-law come in like this, Mother Fu was both happy and distressed. She specially cut some fruit into pieces and brought it to her. If Jiang Yuman came out to eat by herself, she would definitely bring her the meal as well.
But inspiration is so subtle. Even if Jiang Yuman had conceived a story, she always felt that something was missing. After thinking hard for a while, the idea on the paper was still vague.
It started to rain outside the window, and the rain meandered down the window.
The tender buds on the trees were shaken by the rain, and the yellow skin wrapped around the buds fluttered down. Jiang Yuman suddenly remembered the four words "fallen leaves return to their roots."
Inspiration was like this rare rain. Jiang Yuman clenched the pen in her hand and wrote the five words "Loyalty to the Motherland" on the manuscript paper.
All things are difficult at the beginning. Jiang Yuman, who already had some creative experience, quickly began to write eloquently.
It was not until Fu Jingchen came back that she put down the half-written manuscript and went downstairs to accompany her family.
"It's your first day at the 24th Army. How do you feel?" Fu Wangshan asked at the dinner table.
Everyone fixed their eyes on Fu Jingchen. Apart from Qin Dongling, he was the only one in his family who served in the general military region. Obviously, they would discuss matters in the army with their in-laws.
"Yes."
Fu Jingchen gave a brief explanation. It was obvious that his performance in training the Shenfeng Battalion of the 22nd Division was taken into consideration when he was assigned to this position. He was mainly responsible for formulating training plans and assisting in training in the 24th Army.
The 24th Army Group was large and formal, and the top brass respected Fu Jingchen enough. At least after one day, he didn't feel any need to adapt.
As for the fact that the chief of staff changed his mind temporarily and asked him to formulate a training plan, which aroused the dissatisfaction of many soldiers who recognized Zhuo Qinghuai, Fu Jingchen didn't take it to heart at all.
When he first started leading Fan Qiang and his group, they were also not easy to deal with.
It wasn't until I found out that Fu Jingchen was really capable that I was convinced.
"Hearing you say that, I feel relieved." Mother Fu was relieved to know the truth. "I was worried about your adaptation."
"Your mother always worries too much," Fu Wangshan continued, looking at his eldest son with admiration and emotion, "I'm leaving in a few days, Jingchen, I'm at ease with your work."
Looking at Fu Wangshan, Jiang Yuman secretly calculated the days in her mind. Perhaps the position of army commander would be re-selected soon.
I don't know if Dad has a chance this time.
Here, the Fu family is said to be harmonious and beautiful.
On the other side, there were three people sitting at the Zhuo family's dining table. Considering that Tian Minjing needed to protect her throat, the dishes were very light.
After finishing his tasteless meal, Zhuo Qinghuai handed the training plan he had made to his father for review.
"I'm in charge of your 24th Army." Political Commissar Zhuo said, "If I remember correctly, Jingchen was transferred to your place. Your training plan should be approved by him."
Zhuo Qinghuai said, "The way he trained the Divine Front Battalion is applicable everywhere."
The tone seemed light, but it instantly attracted all the attention of Political Commissar Zhuo.
"The training results haven't come out yet, how can you guarantee that it will be suitable?" he asked.
Zhuo Qinghuai was silent. Out of a subtle mentality, he was still resentful about the fact that such a young man was parachuted into his company.
"How about this," Political Commissar Zhuo suggested, "Wait a little longer. Maybe after spending some time together, you'll understand."
Since his father had said so, Zhuo Qinghuai naturally had nothing to say. He put away the list and returned to his room.
Tian Minjing didn't practice her voice. She was leaning against the bed in her pajamas. When she saw him come in, she greeted him.
The couple was both close and distant. When Zhuo Qinghuai got into bed, Tian Minjing leaned on his chest.
As if she remembered something, she began to say, "There's something new in our art troupe today."
"What's the matter?" Zhuo Qinghuai asked casually.
Tian Minjing explained, "That very famous teacher Yuman, Director Tianfan brought her here to visit, and she will probably be our screenwriter soon."
She had a good impression of Jiang Yuman and felt that she was close to Zhang Yurong and would definitely side with her.
Zhang Yurong and her three children are potential rivals in Tian Minjing's mind. She has many sisters in her family and her biological mother is always giving her advice. She is very wary of the divorced mother and her three children who are still being remembered by Political Commissar Zhuo.
Tian Minjing, who was lost in thought, naturally didn't notice that neither Zhuo Qinghuai nor Xu 꼋 responded to her.
The couple each had their own worries and neither of them slept well that night.
The next day, Zhuo Qinghuai went to the army and did not find Fu Jingchen in the office.
Chief of Staff Xu Yuliang came over with a smile, "Jingchen is at the training ground, you should go and take a look too."
He called his husband two days later so intimately, which showed how much he liked Fu Jingchen.
Zhuo Qinghuai followed him to the training ground and happened to see Fu Jingchen subduing a regimental commander to the ground. There were people sitting in a circle around him, all clapping and cheering.
Seeing him coming, these people immediately started to make a noise, "Deputy Chief of Staff, our skills are both as good as Qinghuai, how about you two have a competition?"
The other soldiers who were resting nearby didn't even look at this side. They had always liked this handsome and airborne commander.
It was not until they saw Zhuo Qinghuai coming and heard the words of these group leaders that they became interested and started to make a fuss.
"Are you coming?" Zhuo Qinghuai looked across at the man standing there, his posture looking relaxed.
Fu Jingchen nodded slightly, and their eyes met, with hostility that only the other party could understand.
The air was filled with the smell of medicine.
People around him murmured, "Last year, Commander Zhuo defeated the 27th, 38th, and 15th Armies to win the gold medal. This deputy chief of staff from the Southwest Military Region must have won."
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