After Jiang Jun asked for Ye Qingyin's opinion, he returned to work.
Her appearance made her colleagues in the Marxist Research Office very excited.
The common goal of successfully completing the research and development of new topics has long made them an inseparable group.
As one of the elites of their research team, Jiang Yun's return means that the work progress of their research team will be accelerated, and it is entirely possible to complete the task ahead of schedule.
Bu Senyuan wanted to dance Bazaar Hey: "Xiao Jiang, if you don't come back, we will all become boat trackers on the Volga River."
"Thank you all for your hard work during my leave!" Jiang Jun smiled and bowed in gratitude. "I've held you back, and I'll definitely work hard to make up for it!"
Bu Senyuan pointed at Qin Xiao and said to her, "It's hard to say whether I've held everyone back, but I've definitely held Qin Xiao back. Look at how thin Xiao Qin has become!"
Qin Xiao silently took on the entire task assigned to him and Jiang Jun, searching for information day and night, and repeatedly pondering the precise wording in the textbooks. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he worked hard.
In just over a month, Qin Xiao had lost a lot of weight and no longer looked as fair and handsome as he did in Lingcheng.
Jiang Yun apologized: "Give all the subsidies allocated to me by the company to Qin Xiao. I feel so unworthy of them!"
Their unit already had good welfare benefits, and this time the creation task was heavy, so they distributed more welfare subsidies, and distributed nutritional supplements according to the treatment enjoyed by ministers.
Qin Xiao is the only one who is doing all the thinking, so it is only right for her to eat more to replenish her energy. She has no objection to deducting half of her salary to compensate Qin Xiao.
Qin Xiao suppressed his inner excitement and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Let me enjoy the subsidy for pregnant women. I feel unworthy of it!"
These words made everyone in the office laugh.
Bu Senyuan sighed, "Hey, Xiao Jiang, I always felt like we went to the park just yesterday. When you came, I realized how time flies. Xiao Qin became thinner and Xiao Jiang became fatter."
Several people in the office laughed out loud.
Jiang Jun smiled and said, "Team Leader Bu, I miss you all so much at home and I'm looking forward to coming back to work soon. I encountered an emergency a while ago and couldn't contact the outside world. I'm sorry to have caused you all to worry."
Team leader Bu asked with concern: "You didn't encounter the earthquake, did you?"
The earthquake had an impact on the capital. Their units had held meetings long ago and knew that the troops were operating intensively. It was normal that they could not contact Jiang Yun during this special period.
Jiang Jun smiled: "Yes, but it's a blessing in disguise."
When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.
Jiang Yun spread his hands and said, "It was a close call, but nothing serious happened. I will be blessed with good fortune in the future."
Bu Senyuan covered his chest and said, "Xiao Jiang, you're talking so loudly and gasping for breath, I'm going to have a heart attack!"
Jiang Yun laughed, "Team Leader Bu, if you stick to the central idea every day, no storm or wave can shake you!"
Qin Xiao said: "Tell us about your future fortune, so that everyone can understand."
From the shock in the government and the public to the earthquake in the geography, everyone was on edge.
Whether it is announced at a meeting or the information obtained from internal references, it is never as shocking as when someone around you experiences it firsthand.
Jiang Yun said, "I am fortunate to have met Dr. Tong, a Chinese medicine doctor."
Speaking of the name of Dr. Tong and his deeds in a certain sea, leaders always mention Dr. Tong and his disciples and students in their work trajectories, and the comrades in the Marxist Research Office are already familiar with them.
Bu Senyuan raised his eyebrows: "Okay!"
Not everyone can meet Mr. Tong. Xiao Jiang has a strong background.
No wonder he is so sophisticated in writing political reports at such a young age.
Qin Xiao asked: "Can you take Chinese medicine in your current condition?"
Jiang Jun smiled and said, "This is the magic of Doctor Tong. He can treat food as medicine." She spread her hands and said, "That's why I can do this now."
Bu Senyuan lowered his voice and asked, "Didn't he go into the sea?"
Jiang Jun was startled: "Huh?"
It’s not even August yet, but I remember it’s September.
Bu Senyuan said solemnly, "The old leader likes to say that if the King of Hell doesn't invite me at the age of seventy-three or eighty-four, this year just happens to be..."
Exactly eighty-three years old, eighty-four in lunar age.
Jiang Yun was silent. The earthquake had occurred earlier than planned, and there was no difference in magnitude or destructiveness.
She had anticipated this major event after the earthquake, but she didn't know whether the date would be different from her memory.
Colleagues in the office had already speculated on the possibility of this matter, and at this moment they were silent at the same time, which represented a tacit understanding between them.
After a brief silence, Jiang Jun was the first to break it. "Qin Xiao, I can't get the materials at home. I've compiled an outline based on my memory over the past two days. Do you think there's anything I need to add or revise?"
She has now learned to look at the weather before going out and look at people's faces before coming home.
It is an inappropriate topic and can only be discussed briefly after the outcome of the matter comes out.
You can't survive in a unit like theirs if you can't wait to reveal the gossip you know.
Qin Xiao flipped through it and was shocked: "So detailed!"
It just complements the work he is doing!
Bu Senyuan knocked on the blackboard: "Let's hold a commendation meeting for Xiao Jiang first. He still remembers working even when he's on sick leave. He's our role model!"
Jiang Jun announced shyly, "It's all thanks to the two babies!"
Bu Senyuan led the applause: "They were born at the same time as our Ma Research Office! Coincidentally, one is called Xiao Ma and the other is called Xiao En!"
After all, he is the team leader. He has an extraordinary ability to control the atmosphere and can seamlessly connect topics of work and life.
Jiang Jun covered his mouth and laughed: "No, no, it's disrespectful to thinkers. My mother-in-law has already given him a formal name, Zibin Zihong, and his nickname is Gongjin Zhongmou."
All colleagues: “…” What the hell, Xiao Ma and Xiao En are disrespectful to foreigners, but aren’t they afraid of being disrespectful to our ancestors by talking about Gongjin Zhongmou?
Qin Xiao praised: "Good, very good! You are destined to be with Lingcheng!"
Bu Senyuan put his hands on his hips and said, "I'm just asking, what will your uncle's child be named? Xuande? If there are two children, will they be named Xuande Kongming?"
Qin Xiao disagreed: "Team Leader Bu, you are making the older brother's child unable to beat the younger brother's child! Isn't this destroying the prestige of our Ma Research Office?"
Bu Senyuan's assistant Hu Yisuo laughed and said, "Xiao Jiang, that's not right. If you have Yu, why do you have Liang? And your last name isn't Ji, so how can your child be named Gongjin?"
Jiang Jun didn't expect these usually serious colleagues to be so humorous when joking: "Ah, my last name is Ji, Ji Angjun!"
She read the pinyin separately.
Wu Xiaoli, a member of the Marxist Research Office, laughed so hard that she fell on the table. "Hu Yisuo, you're fabricating this!"
Hu Yisuo, of course, denied it and added, "You're making a fuss out of nothing, Xiao Wu. When you have a son from now on, name him Yide."
Jiang Jun reacted: "Good, Hu Yisuo, you're just trying to create chaos in the world!"
It turns out that everyone has read Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Seriously, if you only look at their resumes, everyone grew up reading only the works of Marx and Engels.
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