Chapter 1116 Qingyun Joins the Army 7

Qiao Desheng seemed to be thinking about something and told his wife about it when he got home.

"Fengying was just about to discuss this with Qingxue!" Fang Ning said, "The first time she met her sister, Fengying was attracted by her voice. She is a good singer. She has a nice figure and is prettier than Baixue, especially her big eyes, which are bright and clear, and very attractive. If she is suitable for singing high notes, I will take her as my apprentice."

Qiao Desheng was stunned. "You guys took a fancy to her right after she arrived? Is this little girl really that outstanding?"

Fang Ning smiled and said, "When you were discussing privately, you all said that the Army Chief's family was full of talented people, and there was no one in the whole compound who was smarter or better looking than Xi Bao and his sister. The elder sister was so capable, so why was it strange that Feng Xiaomei had an excellent voice? Qingxue's singing voice was not bad, right? You all knew that she sang a song that amazed everyone at the bonfire party, but she was devoted to studying medicine, never seriously studied vocal music, and refused to engage in literary and artistic work!"

"Yes, yes, you are right, all right!" A dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse gives birth to a son who can only dig holes. "But your idea is not acceptable. Nowadays, art troupes value good politics and good ideas. Appearance is secondary and cannot be used as a selection criterion."

"Thank you Comrade Qiao Desheng for the reminder!"

Fang Ning felt that this matter had to be resolved quickly, so he discussed it with Yang Fengying at work and went to visit Feng Qingxue when she was on break.

"Auntie, you made my bib dirty!" Fubao frowned.

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Conscription takes place every year, but the number of vacancies for their Wanglou Battalion is pitifully small.

Feng Qingyun was sitting at the table on the kang, feeding Fubao and humming the "Coral Hymn" that Bai Xue had just taught him. When she heard what Yang Fengying and Fang Ning were here for, the rice in her spoon almost went into Fubao's nostrils.

Yang Fengying also said, "Yes, and twelve years old is not young. There are art soldiers who join the army at the age of ten or twelve. When the art troupe performs, aren't there many child soldiers on the stage? Those programs cannot be performed by adults, so child soldiers are needed. I remember that there was an art soldier who joined the army at the age of twelve in a certain military region. He was lucky enough to be selected when he was fourteen or fifteen years old to dance with the old leader! So, little sister, you are really not young at the age of twelve. You can take care of yourself, and you can get a salary after joining the army."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Fubao, can you please forgive me?" Feng Qingyun first put the food in the spoon into her niece's mouth, then picked up the handkerchief next to her and wiped the rice residue on her bib. "Let me be an art soldier? I'm only twelve years old, and there's no quota for enlistment!"

Fang Ning didn't take it seriously. "Which unit doesn't have special admission quotas? The medical corps has some, and our art troupe has some too. All the special admission quotas this year are useless!"

"Can I earn money if I join the army?" Feng Qingyun's eyes gleamed strongly.

"Of course, as you get older, perform more and get higher in rank, your salary will get higher and higher. The salary for solo singers and dancers is different." Yang Fengying replied, "None of the art soldiers recruited this year are good. It would be a pity if you don't cultivate your voice."

Feng Qingxue raised her eyebrows, "Are you interested in Xiaoyun's qualifications?"

Fang Ning nodded. "I asked Bai Xue, who taught my little sister to sing, and she said that my little sister has first-class talent and is a natural soprano. It's a pity that you didn't start cultivating her artistic talent when she was young."

"Xiao Yun, what do you think? Don't consider anything else, just tell me whether you like it or not, and whether you are willing or not."

(End of this chapter)