The last suggestion showed that Jiang Jun was capable of being trained, and she had passed this hurdle with Ye Qingyin.
Jiang Jun said good night and left, going to the study to report to Chen Zhong.
Chen Zhong smiled and said, "Xiaojun, I didn't realize you were so resourceful!"
In the past, whenever the Chen family gave gifts, Chen Zhong would be dazzled by Ye Qingyin's various reasons and explanations. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he would use the excuse of a meeting and go to the office without hesitation.
Jiang Jun said modestly: "No, it's all Aunt Ye's fault!"
Chen Zhong smiled and shook his head. This girl didn't want to offend anyone and had good judgment. "I can only send a car to take you there tomorrow. I can't say when I can pick you up. When you're done, go straight back to my home in Beijing and wait for my call."
Jiang Jun responded obediently, said good night to Chen Zhong, and then returned to her room.
Lying on the bed, smelling the faint scent of pine resin, Jiang Jun slowly relaxed. This scent was the scent of Chen Yuanwu. Whenever she smelled it, she felt at ease, as if she saw Chen Yuanwu's smile again, and the note urging her to write a letter.
After a quick calculation, she realized that she would have to write more than 4,000 words to hand it in!
The cake seller hadn't rested all day! Jiang Jun was so tired that he didn't want to move anymore. He silently said sorry to Chen Yuanwu in his heart! As for writing the letter, he could only put it aside for the time being.
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Director Wang's home is closer to the city center than Chen's, right next to the imperial city, in a quiet courtyard.
In this special era, in order to adapt to the trend, the gate of the courtyard was painted with a layer of iron gray paint, and two slogans welcoming the spring were posted on the door, giving it a unique postmodern style.
When Jiang Jun entered the door, he took a closer look and found that the gate was still original. He couldn't help but admire the owner of the courtyard house. After such a transformation, the gate not only conforms to modern aesthetics, but also protects the gate from damage.
The person who came to open the door was Director Wang's nanny: "Director Ye, there are guests at home, so Director Wang asked me to open the door."
This is a very tactful way of putting it.
Ye Qingyin smiled: "Director Wang is a very busy man!"
When the nanny entered the study in the east wing, Ye Qingyin said to Jiang Jun in a mosquito-like voice: "There's no need to say polite words to the nanny. Just give her a smile at most!"
Jiang Yun responded softly.
The two stood in the yard for a moment, and Director Wang came out with a smile: "Director Ye, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. Come in, Lao He is here with me. Let's come in and talk."
Ye Qingyin nodded politely and introduced softly, "Director Wang, we're sorry to bother you today by coming uninvited! This is our Xiao Jiang. He was worried that I might be feeling unwell, so he came with me!"
Jiang Jun took the initiative to call out, "Hello, Uncle Wang!"
Director Wang glanced at Jiang Yun and smiled, "What a sweet girl! Is this the eldest or the second child's?"
Look at his judgment. Just by hearing Jiang Yun call "Uncle Wang", he could tell that Jiang Yun was not a caregiver or a relative who was working as a nanny.
Ye Qingyin smiled and said, "Boss."
Director Wang immediately looked at him with admiration: "Wow! Xiao Wu is quite resourceful!"
Ye Qingyin chuckled: "Director Wang, you are praising our Xiao Wu!"
Director Wang raised his hand to let him in: "Director Ye, please go in. Old He must be waiting anxiously."
Old He coughed in the room and spoke in a clear Beijing accent: "Who said that? Even if you don't come in and leave me here alone, I'm happy with it!"
Ye Qingyin quickly smiled and said, "Chief Accountant He, how long has it been since I last saw you? Today, thanks to Director Wang, I'm able to listen to your lecture again, which has broadened my horizons!"
Jiang Jun took a look and saw that the man called Chief Accountant He was over fifty years old and had an elegant temperament. He did not look like an accountant, but more like a scholar, the kind of professors who often appeared in university lecture halls on TV decades later.
She couldn't figure out whether to call him uncle or something else, so she just followed Ye Qingyin and shouted, "Hello, Chief Accountant He!"
After all, in the 1970s, there were no professional title examinations, and professional titles were reviewed and assessed based on qualifications and experience. Those who could become chief accountants were people with very rich practical work experience and who had managed large enterprises.
Director Wang greeted him, "Old He, we're all family, go on!"
When I'm in the mood, I don't want to interrupt and just want to continue listening.
Chief Accountant He smiled and said, "Here, just call me Old He. Whose family is this girl from? You can call me Uncle, or Grandpa."
He is very approachable and has no airs at all.
Jiang Yun called out sweetly, "Hello, Uncle He!"
The word "uncle" will have a derogatory connotation in a few decades. To be on the safe side, it is better not to call him that easily, as it will make you feel uncomfortable even when you hear it.
Lao He pointed at the oil painting on the table and continued to comment.
Jiang Jun didn't expect that in addition to music, chess, calligraphy and painting, there would also be discussions about Western art.
It turns out that not every inch of land is in dire straits.
That oil painting was obviously a copy of Monet's, but the quality was so high that it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
Lao He's comments were also very on point, starting from Monet's artistic achievements, his influence on European painting schools, to the entire history of European art.
Just as Ye Qingyin said, this was not just a simple chat, but a high-level Western art history course.
After Lao He finished speaking, he looked up and said, "Wow, the little girl is listening very attentively. Do you understand?"
Jiang Jun smiled: "Uncle He, you explained it very well. I can understand part of it."
European history and European literary history are not difficult for her. When she was studying in an aristocratic girls' school, these were compulsory courses.
However, she remembered Ye Qingyin's advice, that is, she wanted to let others know that she understood, but she also couldn't appear too smart, so she was a little modest.
Lao He became interested: "Then tell me, which part did you understand?"
Jiang Yun boldly expressed a few of her own opinions, which were just a few items that must be memorized in the book. Lao He was stunned for a moment and pulled Jiang Yun to start talking again. At noon time, he was still not satisfied.
Director Wang simply said, "Dinner is ready at home. Let's eat and talk."
Of course Ye Qingyin was happy to do so. Judging from Director Wang's attitude, he would most likely not refuse no matter what she asked him.
At the dinner table, Lao He continued to talk, completely unconcerned about the food on the table: "Lao Wang, Lao Ye, let's make an appointment some other time. I will tell you about Van Gogh again."
Ye Qingyin was delighted. These people normally had nothing to do with each other, but now they were actively inviting her over. She couldn't have asked for more. "Okay, Lao He, I'll do whatever you say! Our Xiao Jiang just received foreign guests a few days ago, and they were translating for our Lao Chen! She loves to hear you talk about these arts!"
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