It's not that Yang Jun likes Nalan Qingmeng much, but he likes the feeling of talking with her.

It's a pleasure and a lot of respect.

Especially Nalan Qingmeng exudes a strong bookish atmosphere, the kind of good upbringing shown by everyone's ladies.

It makes you feel like you're in the warm water, warm and cozy.

Some people say that this kind of lady is a deformed product cultivated by a feudal family, and although this product at the cost of destroying women's mental health is criticized, it does haunt thousands of men.

It is no wonder that those famous and wealthy girls in later generations always like to wear ancient costumes and ladies.

Not to mention, the caftan does look much more solemn when worn on the body.

The girls were pretentious again, and they looked even more elegant.

Yang Jun is purely appreciative, and there is no emotional factor involved.

After sending Nalan Qingmeng home, Yang Jun gave the mutton buns to Yi Qiushui, and then returned to the factory with the colt.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the factory, I saw a lot of people surrounded by the doorman, as if they were registering or something.

Some of these people carry cameras, some carry shoulder bags, and they look like readers.

He Dazhuang maintained order at the scene, and seemed to explain something to those people.

Seeing Yang Jun's car coming, He Dazhuang hurriedly stopped what he was doing.

"Open the door!"

He commanded the door to open the door as he trotted over.

Before he could stand up, Yang Jun asked, "What's the matter with these people?"

"Report to the factory director, these people are all from major newspapers and radio stations, and they are here to interview mushroom cultivation techniques."

Yang Jun was shocked when he heard this.

Unexpectedly, in just one day's effort, the news of the successful cultivation of mushrooms is well known.

Of course, there must be credit to the propaganda department here.

It's good to know, take advantage of the efforts of the past few days to publicize it and strive for more attention.

"Tell them that the publicity meeting is going to be held next Monday, so let them go back first."

He Dazhuang said with a bitter face: "Factory director, I have already said it, but they have to interview today."

"Absolutely not, we have to wait until next Monday."

Yang Jun said with a solemn face: "The propaganda plan must not be disrupted, and they must not be let in, but your attitude must be good, and you must not offend these reporters, do you hear?"

"Yes, Director."

He Dazhuang saluted and returned to his original post.

Watching the doorman and those reporters tear up, Yang Jun said to the colt,

"Let's go inside."

Journalism is a profession that seems to be powerless and powerless, but it is a person that many people dare not offend.

The news of the success of mushroom cultivation is planned and must not be disrupted.

Yang Jun returned to the office, and Huang Yani came over.

"Factory director, I just received a phone call, and a chief surnamed Qian asked you to go to him today anyway."

"The chief with the surname Qian?"

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Is it Qian Lin?"

Qian Lin is Uncle Qian, that is, the name of Qian Jiajia's father.

"He didn't say the exact name."

Huang Yani shook her head and said, "But the chief said that you should go to the art troupe to find him."

When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately guessed who it was.

The surname is Qian, the art troupe.

Just have these two prompts.

"Okay, I see."

Yang Jun didn't know what Uncle Qian was looking for him so anxious for, but he still decided to go over immediately, so he said to Huang Yani,

"I'll go out, you take care of the documents first."

"Director, I'm done dealing with it, so I'll ask you to sign it." Huang Yani smiled.

Huang Yani had a smile on her face, looking like she was waiting for Yang Jun to praise her.

Yang Jun knew that she was 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 has to come more than two hours earlier than others, first clean the office, and then before Yang Jun comes, she first goes through the documents sent by the day before, and then writes down the handling opinions.

"Good job, I'll invite you to eat chicken legs."

Yang Jun praised it, and then went out.

A trace of disappointment flashed on Huang Yani's face, looking at Yang Jun's distant back, her expression was a little lonely.

"Hey, Wood Man."

……

After Yang Jun went downstairs, he didn't take the foal with him, and drove out alone.

Half an hour later, Yang Jun appeared at the door of the art troupe.

He parked the car and went to the doorman.

The doorman made a phone call and signaled that Yang Jun could go in.

After registering, a guard took Yang Jun in.

The moment he stepped into the art troupe, Yang Jun seemed to have found the feeling of living in the Japanese military camp.

The strong atmosphere of collective life and the bursts of high-pitched and loud slogans made him feel a sense of blood boiling.

Encountering several waves of teams that were training along the way, Yang Jun stopped and looked at it for a while, felt bored and left.

The main task of the art troupe is to rehearse the program, and it is rare to have the opportunity to participate in military training, and even if it does, it does not have the momentum of the regular army.

Coming to a three-story building, Yang Jun followed the guard to the innermost office on the third floor.

"Report!"

The guard knocked on the door a few times, then shouted at the door.

There was no one in there.

"Report!"

The guard shouted again.

After a while, the door opened, and Uncle Qian appeared in front of Yang Jun with a tired face.

Uncle Qian waved his hand, motioned for the guards to return to their posts, and then said to Yang Jun,

"Come in."

Yang Jun saw that the atmosphere was not right, and he didn't dare to joke, so he respectfully followed the back in.

Uncle Chamber's eyes were red, and he didn't seem to have slept all night.

The vicissitudes of life have exhaustion on their faces, and their hard bodies are a little hunchbacked.

Sitting on the sofa, he pulled out a cigarette and threw it to Yang Jun.

"Whatever you want, no need to be restricted."

Yang Jun took the cigarette and did not smoke it, but put it on the coffee table in front of him.

He knew that smoking was forbidden in the barracks, especially in the office.

In front of Uncle Money, the rules that should be followed still have to be followed.

"Uncle Chamber, if you have something to do, just tell me."

Seeing that a cigarette was about to run out, Yang Jun finally couldn't help but ask.

When Uncle Qian heard this, he raised his head and squinted at him.

"You already knew about Jiajia and that surnamed Liang, right?"

Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this, and then replied honestly,

"Yes!"

In front of Uncle Chamber, he can't lie, let alone allow himself to lie.

If Uncle Chambers can find himself, it means that he already knows the whole story, and if he dares to lie, he will have no integrity in front of Uncle Chambers and even the old-timers.

"Tell me honestly, is the mushroom cultivation technique provided by the one surnamed Liang?"

"It's not."

Yang Jun continued to choose to tell the truth: "Jiajia asked me for help, and Liang Shan is the specific executor of the technology I provided."

"In fact, the whole cultivation process is a one-handed ......."

Yang Jun just wanted to defend Liang Shang, but was interrupted by Uncle Qian.

"It doesn't matter anymore, it's enough for me to know the truth."

Uncle Chambers snuffed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray vigorously, and then waved his hand,

"Go back."

Yang Jun was stunned, he couldn't see through Uncle Qian's thoughts at the moment, but he still obediently prepared to leave according to his instructions.

stand

got up and took two steps, and couldn't help but turn around,

"Uncle Chamber......

"I'll attend the mushroom cultivation promotion conference on time next Monday, and you can leave the rest alone."

"Yes, Uncle Chamber."

Yang Jun didn't know what to say, he could see that Uncle Qian was very angry at the moment, and it seemed that he was on the verge of an outburst.

He didn't dare to stay long, and hurriedly exited the office.

As soon as he went out, he saw a person waving to him around the corner of the wall.

"Brother-in-law, this way."

Yang Jun looked over when he heard the words and found that it was Qian Jiajia.

"Why are you here?"

Qian Jiajia didn't speak, and pulled Yang Jun away.

Out of the office building, the two came to the gate of the art troupe and walked towards Yang Jun's car.

"Brother-in-law, what did my dad tell you?"

As soon as she got into the car, Qian Jiajia couldn't wait to ask.

Yang Jun glanced at her, and then said apologetically,

"Sister, I'm sorry, you know, brother-in-law, I can't lie."

"You said it all?"

Yang Jun nodded, "It's all said."

When Qian Jiajia heard this, her face suddenly sank like ashes.

He was stunned for a long time and didn't speak.

"It's okay to say it, but I can't hide it anyway." Qian Jiajia muttered to herself.

When Yang Jun heard this, he nodded and said, "Yes, it's better to tell Uncle Qian early in the morning, if you do this, he will have a worse impression of Liangshan."

"Who said it wasn't, if I knew this, I might as well confess to my dad in the first place."

Qian Jiajia was stunned 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: "I have been miserable by you, I guess it will not be so easy to enter your house in the future."

"I'm sorry, but I bothered you."

"Hey, what's the matter, I'll give him a few more bottles of medicinal wine when I go back." Yang Jun said disappreciatively.

"What bad idea do you have, don't let my dad let you in when the time comes, and my mom won't let you in." Qian Jiajia glanced at him.

"Hehe, actually, that medicinal wine is unisexual."

"Get out, it's getting out of shape." Qian Jiajia scolded with a smile.

Yang Jun saw that Qian Jiajia was in a better mood, so he said to her,

"Uncle Qian will come to the mushroom cultivation publicity conference next Monday, and then the matter between you and Liangshan will be decided."

Uncle Chambers should not show his attitude in the past few days, and he will not show his attitude until after next Monday.

Actually, Yang Jun just said it 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, and he couldn't help but worry about Qian Jiajia and them.

"Well, I hope it's a good outcome." Qian Jiajia sighed.

"Otherwise, you have been hiding from Uncle Qian for the past few days, but if you can't do it, you can go to my house and hide for a few days." Yang Jundao.

"If you can hide from the first day of junior high school, you can't hide from the fifteenth, sooner or later you have to face it, it's better to accept it calmly."

"I'm sorry, I caused you to be so passive." Yang Jundao.

"Heh, do you know that you were the victim?"

The corners of Qian Jiajia's mouth twitched, and she smiled, "You have to invite me to dinner."

When Yang Jun heard this, he had a black line in his head.

When is this stupid girl still thinking about eating?

"Only good food can soothe your wounded heart now."

Yang Jun spread his hands and said helplessly, "Say, where to eat?"

"Of course it's Lao Mo." Qian Jiajia shouted.