Jiang Yun's perfunctory attitude angered Hu Wenfang.
These girls who were recruited into the art troupe to serve as art soldiers all had their own unique artistic talents.
In the army, there are more male soldiers than female soldiers. These female soldiers are good at singing and dancing, cheerful and lively, and beautiful. They are popular wherever they go. In addition, they often perform for foreign guests and leaders, and are received by leaders. Their morale is much higher than that of the female soldiers in the propaganda team of the division headquarters.
Hu Wenfang is a "veteran" who has been in the army for two years. Both of her parents are old members of the art troupe. She grew up in a literary and artistic atmosphere. Therefore, not long after Hu Wenfang joined the art troupe, she became the lead dancer of the dance team. When the troupe was rehearsing a solo dance, she was always given priority.
In the absence of any competition, Hu Wenfang always felt that no one in the troupe could surpass him. He usually felt particularly superior in the dance team and walked like a proud peacock.
Jiang Jun didn't take this slightly arrogant person seriously. A truly talented person would not be proud and complacent. Just one look at a person who has nothing in common with him was enough. He would never have the chance to see such a person again.
With this thought in mind, Jiang Jun followed Cheng Dawei out of the dance team's practice room as if no one was around, and went back to the guesthouse with Jiang Lan. "Teacher Cheng, Deputy Commander Chen asked us to go to his office right now. I'll take Jiang Lan with me. Bye!"
In fact, she just went back to the guesthouse to change rooms. Jiang Lan was the only one left here these two days, so it was safer to live in a big dormitory where people came and went and could supervise each other.
Using the title of Deputy Commander Chen is nothing more than putting on a tiger's skin.
After returning to the room in the guesthouse, Jiang Yun began to pack. The two sisters had neither too much nor too little luggage, and because they also had thick winter clothes, the luggage bags were stuffed full.
"Xiao Lan, I'll go to the front desk and ask the waiter to change our room. You can stay with the girls who are preparing to join the art troupe. Just wait with them for news. Uncle Chen said that you can wear your military uniform anytime after the holiday. I'm going out soon. If your father hasn't come back by the time you leave, we will go to Uncle Chen to ask for your news."
Jiang Jun didn't say how long he'd be gone, fearing that Jiang Lan, with her big mouth, would foolishly tell everyone everything. "While you're here, you must act in a group. You must not go outside the military compound. And you must say as little as possible about our family situation. A spy won't have the word 'spy' etched on his face. Got it?"
Jiang Lan's vanity was hurt: "Sister, how long will you be gone? I still want to live here. I like it here."
Jiang Jun twitched his lips, half smiling, "Xiao Lan, you'll soon be a new recruit in the art troupe. You won't be entitled to any special treatment! Look at those singers and artists at headquarters. They never stay in the VIP building when they come down to perform."
Jiang Lan's face fell: "I know!"
Jiang Jun tried his best to teach patiently: "By the way, don't go to the art troupe for singing practice yet. First, build good relationships with the girls you live with. You will be comrades in the future. The training of new recruits is very hard. If you build good relationships with them, you can take care of each other."
Jiang Lan was unhappy. Being able to study with the most popular young singers in the art troupe was something worth showing off. Suddenly, she was moved from a VIP room to an ordinary six-person room, and was no longer allowed to go to the art troupe. It was like falling from heaven to earth. The difference was too big to bear. "Sister, can't I go and take a look?"
Jiang Jun sneered, "You're so busy practicing your songs every day that I didn't even think of going with you. Even from just this one trip today, I can tell you're not welcome there. If you continue to be so foolish as to think you're so great during recruit training, you'll be in for a lot of trouble."
After walking around the art troupe, it can be seen that Cheng Dawei's popularity is not as good as his songs.
Jiang Lan is heartless. Relying on the fact that she is the cultural and artistic soldier appointed by Chen Zhong, she does not try to get close to anyone other than Cheng Dawei. It is estimated that many people have disliked her for a long time.
"Sister, what should I do then? I won't be able to see you and dad during the recruit training. Who can I ask if I encounter any problems?" Jiang Lan had never acted alone before.
Jiang Jun clenched his fists. "Remember what I'm saying to you now! Remember it in your heart! Don't complain about the hardship during recruit training. And when you join the art troupe, you can't just blindly learn whatever you want. You have to learn and practice secretly, and don't let anyone know. Just like when I taught you to play the piano, remember?"
Just now, I saw that the two female soldiers in the dance team were difficult to get along with. Jiang Lan, who likes to show off, will definitely suffer in front of them.
Jiang Lan finally understood something: "Remember, keep a low profile, don't make a fuss, and accumulate strength for a great success."
Jiang Jun nodded with satisfaction: "I will only help you when you can sing all the songs in the art troupe, dance all the dances, and excel in them!"
If Jiang Jun had been a humble person, a quiet person, he would not have made such harsh demands.
The two sisters had just finished talking and had not yet gone out to find the waiter when Chen Yuanwu came over.
Jiang Lan was so happy: "You are Brother Chen! I still have the photo you gave me! It's just a little worn out. If you have new ones in the future, can you give me a couple?"
Jiang Jun smiled faintly: "Xiao Lan, why do you ask others for things as soon as we meet?"
Jiang Lan grinned and greeted again: "Hey, hello, Brother Chen!"
Chen Yuanwu smiled and said, "Xiao Lan, I heard you're going to be recruited into the art troupe. Just do your best and I'll take your celebrity photos! I'll also have your photos placed under other people's glass panels!"
Jiang Lan covered her mouth and swayed on tiptoe for a few times, not daring to jump up: "Really? Great, great!"
Jiang Jun shook his head secretly: "We have packed our things, and we can go to the front desk to change Xiaolan's room and leave."
Chen Yuanwu bent down to pick up the luggage bag: "Let's go, the car is waiting outside!"
Jiang Lan asked quietly, "Sister, are you going out with Brother Chen?"
Jiang Jun glared at Jiang Lan from the corners of his eyes and gave an impeccable explanation: "He has a car and gave me a ride."
Chen Yuanwu was happily standing in front with two luggage bags in his hands. Not only did he have to deliver it, but he also had to pick it up and serve it with delicious food and drinks along the way.
Jiang Jun accompanied Jiang Lan to the big room to take a look. There were only four girls living in the six-person room. They were all young and immature girls who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old and looked very innocent.
Now Jiang Jun could leave without worry: "Xiao Lan, you came here earlier than them and you are older than them. You should take care of them like an older sister."
Only a sense of responsibility can make a person stable.
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