It's not that Yang Jun likes Nalan Qingmeng, but he likes the feeling of talking with her.
That feeling is a kind of enjoyment and makes people feel full of respect.
In particular, Nalan Qingmeng exuded a strong bookish air, the kind of good education shown by every lady.
It makes people feel like they are in warm sea water, warm and comfortable.
Some people say that this kind of lady is a deformed product cultivated by feudal families. Although this kind of product that destroys women's mental health is criticized, it does make thousands of men dream about it.
No wonder those young girls of later generations always like to wear ancient costumes and pretend to be ladies.
Not to mention, wearing a long gown does make you look more solemn.
The girls then acted more pretentious and looked even more elegant.
Yang Jun was purely appreciative, without any emotional factors involved.
After sending Nalan Qingmeng home, Yang Jun gave the mutton buns to Yi Qiushui, and then returned to the factory with Ma Juzi.
As soon as I arrived at the factory gate, I saw many people gathered around the guard, as if they were registering or something.
Some of these people were carrying cameras, and some were carrying shoulder bags, looking like scholars.
He Dazhuang maintained order at the scene and seemed to be explaining something to those people.
Seeing Yang Jun's car approaching, He Dazhuang quickly stopped what he was doing.
"Open the door quickly!"
He ordered the door to be opened and trotted over.
Before he could stand up, Yang Jun asked, "What's going on with these people?"
"Report to the director, these people are all from major newspapers and radio stations. They are here to interview mushroom cultivation technology."
Yang Jun was shocked when he heard this.
Unexpectedly, in just one day, everyone knew about the success of mushroom cultivation.
Of course, the propaganda department must have contributed here.
It doesn’t matter if you know it, take advantage of these few days to publicize it and get more attention.
"Tell them that the publicity meeting will be held next Monday and let them go back first."
He Dazhuang said with a grimace: "Director, I have already told you, but they insist on doing the interview today."
"Absolutely not, you have to wait until next Monday."
Yang Jun said solemnly: "The publicity plan must not be disrupted, and we must not let them in, but your attitude must be good and you must not offend these reporters. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, director."
He Dazhuang saluted and returned to his original post.
Seeing the guard arguing with the reporters, Yang Jun said to Ma Juzi,
"go in."
Journalism is a seemingly powerless profession, but it is someone that many people dare not offend.
The news of successful mushroom cultivation was carried out in a planned and step-by-step manner and must not be disrupted.
When Yang Jun returned to the office, Huang Yani came over.
"Director, I just received a call. A leader named Qian asked you to go find him today no matter what."
"The chief named Qian?"
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Is it Qian Lin?"
Qian Lin is Uncle Qian, the name of Qian Jiajia’s father.
"He didn't say the specific name."
Huang Yani shook her head and said, "But the chief told you to go to the art troupe to find him."
When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately guessed who it was.
The surname is Qian, from the art troupe.
Just these two prompt words are enough.
"Okay, I get it."
Yang Jun didn't know why Uncle Qian was so anxious to find him, but he decided to go there immediately, so he said to Huang Yani,
"I'm going out for a while, you can handle the documents first."
"Director, I've finished handling it and I just need you to sign it," Huang Yani said with a smile.
Huang Yani had a smile on her face, as if she was waiting for Yang Jun to praise her.
Yang Jun knows that she is very diligent
Being a secretary is very hard. Yang Jun works eight hours a day, and she has to work at least twelve hours.
Every day, she would come more than two hours earlier than others. First, she would clean the office. Then, before Yang Jun came, she would go over the documents sent the day before and then write down her opinions on how to deal with them.
"Well done, I'll treat you to chicken legs later."
Yang Jun praised him and went out.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Huang Yani's face. Looking at Yang Jun's retreating back, she looked a little lonely.
"Hey, wooden man."
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After Yang Jun went downstairs, he drove out alone without Ma Juzi.
Half an hour later, Yang Jun appeared at the door of the art troupe.
He parked the car and went to the doorman.
The guard called and signaled Yang Jun to come in.
After registering, a guard led Yang Jun in.
The moment he stepped into the art troupe, Yang Jun seemed to have found the feeling of life in the military camp in the past.
The strong atmosphere of collective life and the bursts of loud and loud slogans gave him a feeling of excitement.
Along the way, he encountered several teams that were training. Yang Jun stopped and looked at them for a while, then left after finding them boring.
The main task of the art troupe is to rehearse programs, and they rarely have the opportunity to participate in military training. Even if they do, they will not have the same momentum as the regular army.
Arriving at a three-story building, Yang Jun followed the guard to the office at the end of the third floor.
"Report!"
The guard knocked on the door several times and then shouted at the door.
No one answered inside.
"Report!"
The guard shouted again.
After a while, the door opened, and Uncle Qian appeared in front of Yang Jun with a tired look on his face.
Uncle Qian waved his hand, signaling the guards to return to their posts, and then said to Yang Jun,
"come in."
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Yang Jun did not dare to joke and followed him in respectfully.
Uncle Qian's eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept all night.
The vicissitudes of life showed on his face, and his strong body was a little hunched.
Sitting on the sofa, he pulled out a cigarette and threw it to Yang Jun.
"Just feel free to do it, don't be constrained."
Yang Jun took the cigarette and did not smoke it, but placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
He knew that smoking was prohibited in the military camp, especially in the office.
In front of Uncle Qian, you still have to abide by the rules.
"Uncle Qian, if you have something to say, just tell me."
Seeing that a cigarette was almost finished, Yang Jun finally couldn't help but ask.
When Uncle Qian heard this, he raised his head and stared at him with squinted eyes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You knew about Jia Jia and that person named Liang a long time ago, right?"
Yang Jun was startled when he heard this, and then answered honestly,
"Know!"
In front of Uncle Qian, he could not lie, let alone lie.
If Uncle Qian can find him, it means that he already understands the whole story. If he dares to lie, he will lose his integrity in front of Uncle Qian and even the seniors.
"Tell me honestly, is it the person named Liang who provided the mushroom cultivation technology?"
"no."
Yang Jun continued to choose to tell the truth: "Jiajia asked me for help, and Liangshan is the specific executor of the technology I provided."
"Actually, the entire cultivation process was done by Liang Shang..."
Yang Jun just wanted to defend Liang Shang, but was interrupted by Uncle Qian.
"None of this matters anymore. It's enough for me to know the truth."
Uncle Qian put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, then waved his hands and said,
"You go back."
Yang Jun was startled. He couldn't understand what Uncle Qian was thinking at the moment, but he still obeyed his instructions and prepared to leave.
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After getting up and walking for two steps, I couldn't help but look back and said,
"Uncle Qian..."
"I will attend the mushroom cultivation promotion meeting on time next Monday. You can leave the rest alone."
"Okay, Uncle Qian."
Yang Jun didn't know what to say. He could see that Uncle Qian was very angry at the moment and seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
He did not dare to stay long and hurriedly exited the office.
As soon as he went out, he saw someone waving to him at the corner of the wall.
"Brother-in-law, this way."
Yang Jun looked over after hearing this and found that it was Qian Jiajia.
"Why are you here?"
Qian Jiajia didn't say anything and took Yang Jun away.
After leaving the office building, the two came to the gate of the cultural troupe and walked towards Yang Jun's car.
"Brother-in-law, what did my dad tell you?"
Qian Jiajia asked eagerly as soon as she got into the car.
Yang Jun glanced at her, and then said apologetically,
"Sister, I'm sorry, you know, brother-in-law, I can't lie."
"Did you tell me everything?"
Yang Jun nodded: "I told you everything."
When Qian Jiajia heard this, his face suddenly turned ashen.
He was stunned for a long time and said nothing.
"No matter what I say, I can't hide it anyway." Qian Jiajia murmured to herself.
When Yang Jun heard this, he nodded and said, "Yeah, it's better to tell Uncle Qian early in the morning. If this happens, his impression of Liangshan will be even worse."
"Who says it's not the case? If I had known this, I might as well have confessed to my father from the beginning."
Qian Jiajia relaxed for a moment and then said: "Brother-in-law, no matter what, I still have to thank you for this."
Yang Jun remembered Uncle Qian's attitude just now and said with a wry smile: "You have done me a disservice. I guess it won't be that easy to enter your house again in the future."
"I'm sorry, I caused you trouble."
"Hey, what a big deal it is, I'll give him a few more bottles of medicinal wine later." Yang Jun said indifferently.
"What kind of bad idea are you coming up with? Don't let my dad let you in and my mom won't let you in." Qian Jiajia gave him a gouging look.
"Hehe, actually that medicinal wine is unisex."
"Go away, you are getting more and more out of shape." Qian Jiajia laughed and scolded.
Yang Jun saw that Qian Jiajia was in a better mood, so he said to her,
"Uncle Qian will come to attend the mushroom cultivation promotion conference next Monday. By then, the matter between you and Liangshan will be finalized."
Uncle Qian won't express his attitude these days. He will only express his attitude after next Monday.
In fact, these words were just spoken by Yang Jun to comfort Qian Jiajia.
Through Uncle Qian's attitude just now, Yang Jun felt that Uncle Qian already had an attitude in his heart, and this attitude was very bad. He couldn't help but worry about Qian Jiajia and the others.
"Hey, I hope it's a good result." Qian Jiajia sighed.
"How about you hide from Uncle Qian these days? If you can't, you can go hide at my house for a few days." Yang Jun said.
"You can hide from the first grade of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth grade. You will have to face it sooner or later, so it's better to accept it calmly."
"I'm sorry, it was me who made you so passive." Yang Jun said.
"Oh, you still know that you were the one who harmed me?"
Qian Jiajia curled her lips and said with a smile: "You must treat me to dinner."
When Yang Jun heard this, a black line appeared on his forehead.
How long has it been and this silly girl still wants to eat?
"Now only delicious food can soothe your wounded heart."
Yang Jun spread his hands and said helplessly: "Tell me, where to eat?"
