Jiang Jun cleaned up the kitchen, washed the grease off his hands, applied some balm, and walked out briskly.
Only Chen Zhong was left in the living room, sitting on the sofa drinking tea.
"Xiaojun, sit down," Chen Zhong pointed at the small sofa, "Xiaoding, pour me a cup of tea."
Xiao Ding brought out the tea and quietly retreated to the side.
Chen Zhong seemed very happy: "Xiaojun, your skills are quite good. You are an expert in everything!"
Jiang Yun said modestly, "Uncle Chen, you're too kind."
"Teacher Cheng and Teacher Liang, what do you think about letting Xiaolan learn singing from them?"
"Teacher Cheng? Okay, okay!"
"Do you know Teacher Cheng?"
"I don't know him," Jiang Jun quickly shook his head. "I'm always off-key when I sing, so I envy people who can sing."
Chen Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly. "Hmm? Can you tell that Teacher Cheng can sing?"
Jiang Jun smiled: "Yes!"
Chen Zhong remembered something: "Xiao Wu said you can recognize people by their photos. Is that really true?"
It has been so many days, but Xiaojun hasn't come to ask about Xiaowu. Is it because Lao Ye said a few words to him that he has become taboo about it?
But Xiaojun is taboo, but Xiaowu shouldn't be! How come Xiaojun comes to his house for dinner but Xiaowu doesn't even enter the door?
Chen Zhong couldn't figure out the young people's thoughts, so he could only control his own thoughts. No matter what, he had to bring Xiao Wu out first to prevent Xiao Jun from having any thoughts about others. Lao Ye disagreed, but he still had to work hard for Xiao Wu!
When Jiang Jun heard Chen Yuanwu's name, her heart began to beat faster. She quickly used a smile to hide her worries. "Yes, that's why I think Xiaolan can learn to sing well if she learns from Teacher Cheng. Someone who can sing doesn't necessarily know how to teach others. Teacher Cheng is a good singer himself, and he also knows how to teach others. Plus, he sings with a strong voice..."
I can’t stop praising him.
Chen Zhong quickly interrupted and turned the topic back to his son: "Xiao Wu has graduated and returned to the Equipment Department. He is now a staff officer in the Operations Department."
"It's Staff Officer Chen you were asking about during dinner," Jiang Jun blinked and suddenly stuttered, "That's Squad Leader Chen?"
Was he really in a hurry, or was he trying to avoid her? Why did it feel like he was avoiding her more?
Chen Zhong laughed: "I'm no longer a squad leader!"
Jiang Jun was a little distracted: "Well, Chief of Staff Chen is very promising."
Chen Zhong jokingly said, "Did you figure it out? What's his future? His photos are all there, have you seen them? You haven't seen each other in years, right? It's a pity he didn't come back for dinner, otherwise, wouldn't it be more accurate to see him in person?"
Jiang Jun nodded gently: "Yes."
Chen Zhong: "Then I'll call him tomorrow and ask when he'll be back."
Jiang Jun's smile became unnatural, and he couldn't help but clench his hands on his knees and then let go.
Chen Zhong noticed this and felt relieved. He began to whet the appetite and changed the subject: "Xiaojun, you brought your sister out to join the army and applied for redress for your father. What do you want to do?"
Jiang Yun was still waiting for Chen Zhong's next words. Seeing him suddenly change the subject, she was slightly startled, then forced a smile. "I think I'll wait until my dad's matter is resolved before I apply for a job. I have no qualifications or education right now, so it's useless to think about anything."
Chen Zhong smiled and said, "Have you ever thought about wearing your military uniform again?"
Jiang Jun shook his head. "I'm already eighteen. If I wear the military uniform for another three years, I'll be in my twenties..."
If she were to wear a military uniform again, Jiang Jun would have to salute and call him Commander when she saw Chen Zhong. However, she still felt that calling him Uncle Chen was more intimate and she could speak more casually.
Chen Zhong continued, "Yeah, it's time to find a partner and get married! If I become a volunteer soldier, I'll have to file a report to get married."
Jiang Jun was almost distracted by Chen Zhong's constant change of pace: "Uncle Chen, I haven't thought about getting married. I just want to start working early and then bring my dad out. His health is not suitable for staying in Chuncheng."
Chen Zhong nodded: "If Lao Jiang's problem is solved, his job can be reassigned."
Jiang Yun was pleasantly surprised. "Can I return to the army? Or will I be assigned as a retired soldier?"
"Well, in his case, I guess he'll be placed like a retired soldier. Some of those who retire from the division headquarters are placed in counties near the capital, in the public security system or the People's Armed Forces Department. Given Lao Jiang's talent and rank, it's easy to place him there."
In this era, the local government still respects the military, and it is relatively easy for talented soldiers with official positions to find jobs after they are demobilized.
"Really?" Jiang Jun almost cried for joy. Chen Zhong's words had already explained Jiang Yonghua's fate.
It turns out that some worries are really caused by ignorance.
Chen Zhong put it more clearly: "Lao Jiang's problem has been solved, Xiaolan's problem has also been solved. Now you should be relieved, right?"
"Yeah, relieved!"
"Tell me, what kind of unit do you want to apply for?"
"Uncle Chen, I want to work in a publishing house, either as a translator or an editor." This was the job Jiang Jun could think of. It was a relatively high-income, stable job that was not subject to external interference. The only pity was that she had a low level of education and might not be able to enter a strong publishing house.
Chen Zhong was greatly surprised: "You are so good at dealing with people, how can you just stay quietly in a corner and be a text translator?"
He is good-looking and capable, much better than those people in the reception office of the Military Region’s Foreign Affairs Office!
He also wanted Jiang Yun to return to the army and serve in the headquarters' reception office or foreign affairs department. What good would it be like to be a translator or editor? Those high-ranking intellectuals, who didn't wear glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, with circles on the left and right?
Jiang Jun lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "I don't even have a junior high school diploma. Thinking of working as an editor in a publishing house is wishful thinking. They require university graduates who also have studied Chinese."
Chen Zhong was even more surprised. "Your level is better than many college students. Doesn't our Xiaowu have to learn from you? Why are you so worried?"
Amidst the hail of bullets, many of their commanders earned their current glory through their real abilities. I simply cannot understand the pretentiousness of having to have a diploma.
Jiang Jun figured it out. She could just get a job first, then quit her job and take the college entrance exam when the college entrance exam resumed. "Uncle Chen, you're right! I'll give it a try."
Chen Zhong nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, you have to be brave in everything you do, and show your general's spirit!"
Jiang Jun took the initiative to ask, "Uncle Chen, if Xiaolan can learn singing from Teacher Cheng, then I can take advantage of the next few days to go to Beijing to see if there are any suitable jobs. Is that okay?"
Chen Zhong hesitated to speak.
With the connections of his family's Old Ye, it was very easy to find a job for Xiaojun, but Old Ye just didn't like Xiaojun.
Oh, really!
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