Today he was going to find someone to help solve the problem of Yang Liu and He Yuyu becoming soldiers.
Yang Jun hopes that Yang Liu will become a soldier, but not an ordinary soldier, but an artistic soldier.
Every spring and autumn, the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe (artistic troupe) has two opportunities to recruit soldiers. Generally, this kind of recruitment is for active personnel. Of course, there are also special recruitments, which require special skills and are recommended by the unit or street.
to enter.
Yang Liu and He Yuyu are currently students. If they want to become art soldiers, they must be specially recruited.
The big leader Qian Duoyi is the person in charge of this aspect of work, but today he is not looking for Uncle Qian, but for her daughter Qian Duoduo.
Like big leadership figures, Yang Jun gets along with them with the purpose of not causing them any trouble. Small things like recruiting art soldiers are just a matter of a word from Uncle Qian.
But Yang Jun didn't want to trouble him over such a trivial matter.
So he had to find more money.
The car drove to the location of the cultural troupe.
Yang Jun parked his car and went to the guard to register.
The guard verified his identity, registered him, and then made a phone call.
Not long after, Qian Duoduo ran over with excitement on his face.
She first waved hello to him from a distance, and then ran to Yang Jun.
Today, she was wearing a military uniform, with two braids hanging on her chest, her red face could be broken by a blow, and her body was as light as a petrel piercing the darkness.
"Hey, let me tell you, Director Yang, what kind of wind is blowing today that brought you here to me?"
As soon as they met, Qian Duoduo started to quarrel with him.
Qian Duoduo has not given him a good look since he last refused her to give a speech in the art troupe.
Yang Jun laughed and looked up at the sky, seemingly looking for a weather vane.
"Sister Qian, please go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. Today, my brother is asking you to do a favor."
"Huh!" Qian Duoduo looked arrogant and turned aside.
"I knew you didn't have good intentions. Tell me what happened."
Yang Jun looked around and knew that this was not the place to talk.
"There's an Lao Maozi restaurant over there, why don't we go there to eat and talk?"
Qian Duoduo glanced at the restaurant over there and said with a smile: "It's rare that Factory Manager Yang is interested. He wants to invite me to have dinner at Lao Mo's. Let's go."
Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this. He thought it was just an ordinary restaurant, but he didn't expect that when Qian Duoduo said it, it turned out to be the 'Lao Mo' restaurant that had been rumored for a long time.
The two came to the door of the hotel. There were four marble pillars at the door. The pillars were painted with red paint, which looked a bit like the style of a fighting nation.
When I walked in, I saw the words "Moscow Restaurant" written on the door, with the words "Moscow Restaurant" written in Russian below.
As soon as you enter the hall.
Facing the front is what looks like a pool, with sculptures standing on the pool.
One of them is a sculpture of a dancing couple, which is a picture of a foreigner with a high nose dancing with a Chinese girl wearing a bragi.
The main business here is Russian-style meals, with big bread and vodka shots on the cabinets on both sides.
Looking around the restaurant, the Russian-style architecture and decoration, and listening to the heroic songs of the fighting clans, you can also appreciate the alternative feeling of Western culture.
Dining here was all booked in advance. If the two of them didn't make a reservation, the restaurant staff wouldn't let them in.
I originally wanted to eat at another restaurant, but Qian Duoduo didn't want to and insisted on trying Lao Mo's dishes. He said that he had eaten there twice before and it tasted pretty good.
After the two showed their work IDs and Qian Duoduo's persistent pursuit, the restaurant waiter had no choice but to call in their leader.
The leader was Lao Maozi. He first circled around Yang Jun and the two, then looked at their work IDs, and finally reluctantly agreed to let them in for dinner.
The waiter led them to a corner of the hall.
All orders here are made at the front desk.
Yang Jun was about to order food, but was stopped by Qian Duoduo.
"Let's talk first, and then I'll decide how to order."
Qian Duoduo crossed his arms, leaned on the chair, and said with a smile.
Yang Jun smiled bitterly, knowing that she was still fighting with him.
If things are difficult to handle, she will eat less. If things are difficult to handle, she will give Yang Jun a good beating.
"I want my sister to join your regiment as an art soldier. Do you think you can get two special recruitment spots?"
Yang Jun did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
He knew that those who were born in the military hated it when others rambled on for a long time before finally getting to the main point.
Therefore, he had nothing to hide and just stated his intention directly.
Originally, he could ask Yi Qiushui to find Qian Duoduo to help solve this matter, but he didn't want to leave the impression of being ignored, so he came in person.
"No problem. It just so happens that our group is about to recruit students for the spring, and the person in charge of recruiting students this time happens to be me."
Qian Duoduo suddenly remembered something.
"It seems that your fourth sister is under 16 years old, right?"
Yang Jun was startled and quickly explained: "It's not my fourth sister, it's my third sister Yang Liu and a neighbor girl in the compound."
"No problem, I'll take care of it."
Qian Duoduo nodded, patted his chest and promised.
"Then I'm sorry to trouble you. You sit down first and I'll go order the food."
"Wait a minute."
Yang Jun was just about to order food when he was stopped by Qian Duoduo.
She leaned forward, stared at Yang Jun's eyes and said with a smile,
"I helped you with your favor. Can you help me with my favor?"
Yang Jun smiled bitterly and said: "My aunt, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I can't."
When Yang Jun remembered the last time Qian Duoduo asked him to go to the art troupe to give a hero speech and he refused, he didn't expect that she would be waiting for him here.
If he dares to refuse to give a speech, I'm afraid Yang Liu's military service will also be ruined.
Qian Duoduo looked at him with squinted eyes and kept tapping her fingers on the table, hoping that Yang Jun could give her an explanation.
Yang Jun was helpless and spread his hands.
"You must have read my resume. Do you still remember that I have achieved first-class merit twice?"
"Continue." Qian Duoduo nodded, indicating for him to continue.
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Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "Auntie, I've already reminded you this far, how can you continue?"
Qian Duoduo was startled when he heard this, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and immediately understood.
"What you mean...I understand."
Qian Duoduo comes from a military family, her father is a battle-hardened veteran, and she herself is a soldier.
She understands the concept of "first-class merit".
I also know that there is an unknown secret behind that heavy medal.
This kind of medal cannot be obtained without great contribution.
Yang Jun not only won first class merit, but also won it twice.
There must be a huge amount of dedication behind this medal. It must be that he has completed a task that is impossible for human beings, and the organization has rewarded him.
As Yang Jun is a qualified soldier, he will naturally not reveal his secrets to others, so she can understand why her invitation to give a hero speech was rejected.
"You... must have put in unimaginable hardships."
Qian Duoduo looked at Yang Jun with a hint of respect.
In the past, she always thought that Yang Jun was arrogant and arrogant, and that field soldiers like them looked down on literary and artistic workers like them. Unexpectedly, after being reminded by Yang Jun today, she realized how shallow she was.
Although Yang Jun has not personally experienced those dangerous battle scenes, he can still feel the threat of death from the memory of his previous life.
"I have been through nearly forty battles, eight of which I almost couldn't come back from, and three times I was invited to drink by the Lord of Hell."
In Yang Jun's mind, scenes of life and death kept flashing through his mind like a movie. Every time he thought of each life and death moment, it made him shudder.
Yang Jun looked at Qian Duoduo in fascination. He stood up and walked to her side, bent down and lifted up his trouser legs.
A scarlet scar extends from the calf upward.
Although the scar has healed, it still looks like it was freshly injured, which makes people shudder to see it.
"ah."
Qian Duoduo was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his body subconsciously leaned back.
Yang Jun returned to his seat and was silent for a long time before saying: "The last thing I want to mention is the past stories. Maybe when I tell these things, others only listen to them as stories, but they don't know that there is something behind every story."
Countless comrades shed blood and sacrificed their lives for it.”
"How about you change your request?"
Yang Jun looked at Qian Duoduo who was silent and said.
Qian Duoduo shook his head and said: "No, I am too selfish. You are right. In the eyes of others, this is a heroic story, but in your case, it is just exposing your bloody scars."
Qian Duoduo felt that the topic was a bit heavy and smiled and said,
"Don't worry, I will never ask you to give a speech again, but..."
Qian Duoduo changed the subject and said, "I'm going to kill you well today."
"No problem, just do whatever you want."
As long as he is not allowed to give a speech, let alone one "Old Mo" meal, ten meals will be fine.
The two came to the front desk to order food.
To be honest, Yang Jun really has no appetite for Western food. Apart from the good-looking dishes, the taste is really not that good.
He only wanted a beetroot soup, a salad, and a medium-rare steak.
Qian Duoduo is not polite, she came today with the intention of killing Yang Jun severely.
Like a regular customer, she didn't even read the menu and directly ordered a Russian-style cold sour fish, Australian ribeye steak, grilled silver snow with milk, and canned beef.
Yang Jun watched her order a lot, and he really didn't know if she had a big appetite or if she was deliberately trying to kill him.
However, he doesn't care, what he lacks most is money.
The 'Lao Mo' restaurant was registered above and did not require food stamps, so Yang Jun paid thirty-six yuan.
The two of them returned to their seats and waited for their food to be served.
At this time, there were only three tables of guests dining in the restaurant. In the center of the hall, there was a Chinese girl playing the piano.
Most of the people who dine here are people of high status. They will sit there quietly and listen to the exotic customs, shaking their heads and enjoying the music like gentlemen.
Of course, there are also people who come here to dine with other purposes.
They deliberately order food such as vegetable soup, fragrant rice, etc. These foods usually use silver plates, silver spoons, and silver forks.
Whenever they finished eating, they secretly put the silver tableware in their pockets and left.
Later, when "Old Mo" discovered that he had lost tableware one after another, he immediately changed the tableware into iron ones. So, the first thought of those who wanted to dine at "Old Mo" was to steal the tableware back.
After the food arrived, Yang Jun didn't realize that the tableware was made of silver. It was no different from the tableware at home, but it had more artistic shapes in the style.
