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."

…

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.
To be continued...