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Zhong Yuemin sat generously opposite Zhou Xiaobai, while Jiang Hua chose a seat farther away from him.

Zheng Tong said with a smile: "Hey, Jiang Hua, why did you go to the side? This place is very spacious, there is no need to sit in the corner."

"I'm afraid that Zhou Xiaobai will later develop hatred out of love and give Zhong Yuemin a slap in the face. I'll stay away to save myself blood."

Zheng Tong looked like he felt the same, and then said coquettishly: "How about we go out first, and after they solve the problem, we can come in for dinner."

Zhou Xiaobai said with a smile: "Eat it from you. You thought I was a shrew, and you gave him a big slap in the face. I'm sorry, I can't do such an uncultured thing."

Zheng Tong then sat down and picked up the knife and fork: "Let's order, but Lao Mo has gone bad. Why are the knives and forks not made of silver anymore? This time, my brother is still thinking about ordering the fork and going back to eat apples."

Jiang Biyun smiled and said: "It's just because there are so many people like you that I have to keep a hand, otherwise I won't be favored by you."

Zhou Xiaobai looked at Jiang Biyun. Although Jiang Biyun was not as good-looking as Zhou Xiaobai, she couldn't pretend to be a bookish person after changing her clothes. Even Zhou Xiaobai was a little envious.

"Are you Jiang Biyun? I heard Jiang Hua talk about you."

Jiang Biyun smiled and asked: "He didn't say anything bad about me, did he?"

Zhou Xiaobai was so narrow-minded that he said, "As I said, he said there is a silly girl named Jiang Biyun."

"Hey, I'm not happy about this." Zheng Tong slapped the table: "Our Jiang Biyun is so stupid. Now she is Tao Li Fenfang's middle school teacher. I apologize, I must apologize, and I'll treat Lao Mo to a meal tomorrow."

Zhong Yuemin shouted: "I can have this, please give me another meal."

"Everyone has earned a salary, and you are eating from me as a student. Are you sorry? Zhou Xiaobai invited me for this meal today. Things have been reversed these days. The rich eat the poor, and they are still so confident."

Zheng Tong said reluctantly: "How can those of us who earn dead wages compare to you? These college students have a bright future."

Zhong Yuemin said in a booing voice: "That's right, Xiaobai and Luo Yun will definitely be national players in Xinglin in the future. You are even more amazing. If you go on a mission abroad, you will see how big the world is. We can't compare."

After Zhong Yuemin finished speaking, he later realized that he had made a mistake.

Zheng Tong looked at Jiang Hua in surprise: "You never said you would go abroad as a missionary. I thought you would work at the Foreign Economic and Trade Port."

Jiang Hua said nonchalantly: "I wasn't sure before, but it doesn't matter now. It's almost settled, European and American Affairs Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"You are so prosperous." Zheng Tong exclaimed.

"Okay, stop talking about me. Don't spread this matter everywhere. The impact will not be very good."

"clear!"

At this time, Luo Yun suddenly asked: "Zhong Yuemin, it's so easy for you to go home and wear these clothes. People say that you return home in fine clothes. You can at least look more decent if you don't wear brocade. This military uniform has turned white."

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Zhong Yuemin said with a little smile: "There is no way. My deputy squad leader's family is poor and he can't afford a piece of clothing per person. Our brothers sent all their extra military uniforms to their home. And when we retire, the military uniforms will be gone."

But good things are in short supply, so I don’t even dare to hang my laundry outside to dry.”

Luo Yun said disdainfully: "Why are you male soldiers so messy? This has never happened in our hospital."

After chatting and laughing, everyone started ordering food. Although we haven't had dinner together in Lao Mo for a long time, the routine is still very familiar.

It was a joyful feast, with everyone chatting and eating happily.

Zhong Yuemin was a little too drunk and was pushing his bicycle unsteadily. He looked at Jiang Hua and said, "Brother, I feel that Zhou Xiaobai seems to be relieved. It's not in vain that you keep teasing her."

Jiang Hua said angrily: "Who knows, maybe I'm just pretending today. We can't even guess what a woman is thinking in her heart."

Zhong Yuemin stopped talking. In the past, he would not have thought that he could not guess what a woman was thinking, but since he had Qin Ling, he found that women are really difficult to understand.

Zhong Yuemin may have received strict training now, or he may have grown up. During the family leave, he stayed at home honestly, chatting and drinking with Zhong Shanyue every day, which made Lao Zhong feel comforted by his old feelings.

At the beginning of the new year, Jiang Hua received a notice that they would start work early and spend the last half of the semester directly interning in the ministry.

Jiang Hua is now a fifth-level clerk and can get a monthly salary of forty-nine and a half yuan, which is incomparable to Zhong Shanyue's more than three hundred yuan, but compared to Zhong Yuemin, it is a decently high salary.

This is Jiang Hua's first official job in his life, but he is very ambitious. Who knows the reality and would give him a slap on the head?

As a newbie, it’s a good thing for you to be ambitious, but you can’t get started easily. Now that you are in the internship stage, you just keep learning, learning, and learning.

Jiang Hua's daily routine is to read documents, study the spirit, hold meetings and then write down his experience. Those who can pass the test are good comrades.

The department is very busy right now. There are only about 700 staff members in such a large department, of which there are only 200 professional workers. Jiang Hua and the others are the new blood who joined this year.

The busy work meant that Jiang Hua and the others had to start working as soon as possible, so at the end of March, Jiang Hua found a new job.

Jiang Hua's master, Wang Cheng, is an old comrade who has been doing this job for ten years. As soon as he got to work, he said to Jiang Hua: "Jiang Hua, you have been here for a month. Go home and pack your luggage. I will go to Yangcheng with me today.

The Canton Fair is short of manpower, so we have to help."

Jiang Hua asked in confusion: "Shouldn't that be the job of the Bureau of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation?"

The master smiled bitterly and said: "As long as it is open to the outside world, we have to worry about it. You go back and clean it up quickly. We will set off in the afternoon."

Jiang Hua nodded seriously. In fact, he was already happy because he could finally show off his skills.

When I got home, I took my handbag and started packing. It should be hot in Yangcheng this season, so I packed some spring and summer clothes. I put a few shirts and single pants in the bag.

Young people want to be so simple. Jianghua is ready to go out with his bag, and folds it back when he reaches the door.

I picked up the phone at home and hung up the phone in Zhong Shanyue's office. At that time, manual wiring was still required. I reported the department and position, and waited for a while before the call was connected.

"Hello, who's there?"

Zhong Shanyue's steady voice came from the receiver, and Jiang Hua hurriedly said: "Dad, it's me, Jiang Hua."

Zhong Shanyue said with some dissatisfaction, "Why are you calling me? This is my work phone, no official or private use is allowed, and shouldn't you be at work now?"

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