morous on the surface, like you can just write a casual piece of copy and go viral. But the few sentences that netizens see could be the result of days of deep thought and consideration from the write...Song Mu was afraid that he would still be thinking about others, so this matter was urgent and needed to be dealt with. Song Jingye had injuries on his face and it wouldn't be appropriate for him to attend formal events, so he sent a subordinate in his place. He stayed at the back of the event venue to keep an eye on things just in case there were any special circumstances.

This event is part of the celebrations for the 50th anniversary of diplomatic relations with our neighboring country. On the military front, a delegation from their armed forces has been sent to engage in exchange activities.

Originally, Song Jingye was responsible for receiving the guests. It was a rare opportunity for him to make a public appearance. However, because he had an injury on his face, he had no choice but to step back and become a "logistics" support staff member instead.

At the venue, military officials from neighboring countries engaged in friendly exchanges and communication with Chinese counterparts. When it was China's turn to speak, a subordinate whom he had temporarily assigned took the floor. In reality, this individual was considerably older than him. Usually, he was a steadfast and resolute figure within their department. However, he rarely participated in such events, and this task had been thrust upon him at the last minute. As a result, his speech was somewhat awkward. Fortunately, his translator's simultaneous interpretation for the other party was smooth and steady, with a calm and collected voice. Yes, calm, and his voice possessed a unique quality of its own.

Because of the excellent translation performance, it concealed those subtle flaws. Song Jingye glanced at the translator and saw that it was Chen Linghui.

There are 50 events of various sizes commemorating the establishment of diplomatic relations, ranging from traditional cultural exchanges to folk crafts, held across the country. This has resulted in a shortage of personnel at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Chen Ling, who had just graduated from graduate school, went through great lengths to get into the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Her first assignment was a memorial event marking the 50th anniversary of diplomatic relations with a neighboring country, which the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had been preparing for a long time.

So these past few months, she has been busy with her leader on this matter. After attending this commemorative event, there were a total of 50 events, one of which was a visit from the military department of a neighboring country, received by personnel from the Equipment Development Department.

So she volunteered to participate in the event, even though she was a "standby" translator and normally wouldn't be allowed to attend as a newcomer. However, for the past few months, she had been studying like a regular translator, diligently practicing all the equipment department materials and technical terms over and over again, committing them firmly to memory.

So opportunities are always given to those who are prepared, and she was just arranged by the leader.

At the back, Song Jingye saw her. He could only see her profile, dressed in a black and white suit, with her hair tied up, she looked solemn and focused on her work. He felt a pang of pride; after all, he had watched her step by step from hardship to this stage.

The event went well, both parties had a pleasant exchange. His subordinates gradually got into the groove and spoke eloquently. Chen Ling's cooperation was also very good.

After the event ended, everyone took a group photo holding the banner celebrating 50 years of diplomatic relations before saying their goodbyes and leaving.

Song Jingye stayed in the background, intending to wait until everyone had left before leaving. After all, his face was not looking good, and he didn't want to be seen by his colleagues.

After waiting for a long time and seeing everyone outside leave, he also stood up and was about to leave. Just then, the backstage door opened from outside. Chen Ning poked her head in, limping, and took two steps before she saw him, stunned: "Uncle, what are you doing here"

After the surprise, there was joy. I blurted out "uncle" out of habit, after all, I've been calling him that for so many years.

She originally requested to participate in this commemorative event because she thought he would be there. However, she only found out this morning that someone else had replaced him, and she was a little disappointed.

"What's wrong with your foot" Song Jingye had a very parent-like demeanor in front of her, quite serious.

"What's wrong with your face" Chen Ning asked back.

They both spoke at the same time.

Song Jingye didn't answer, Chen Ning answered first: "My shoes are a bit rubbing today."

This was her first time attending an event as a translator. She spent almost a month's salary on a pair of low-heeled leather shoes, but even these expensive shoes ended up rubbing her feet. Luckily, she had band-aids in her bag and planned to put them on before going in.

Song Jingye nodded, intending to leave, but seeing that there was a piece of broken skin on her heel with a crimson bloodstain, he stopped by her side and asked, "Are you going back with your colleagues later"

They went back to their unit first, and I will take the subway later.

"Here you go."

He's going back to the office, it's not far anyway, just a couple extra blocks.

"Okay, thank you, uncle," Chen Ling replied without refusing.

After sticking on a bandage, he limped along behind him. When they got into the car, he took out another bandage from his bag and handed it to him: "I see blood is coming out of the corner of your lips again. Do you want to put one on"

Song Jingye didn't answer: "No need."

Let the flow go, it's just a little sting, won't kill you.

He drove with a serious and silent air, as if lost in his own thoughts, completely forgetting that there was someone else beside him. He even took the exit ramp directly and turned into the office building where their military commission was located.

After driving a bit, I realized that Chen Ling was sitting in the passenger seat.

Chen Ning didn't make a fuss, she quickly hopped out of the car: "Uncle, you're busy. My office isn't far. I'll ride a shared bike there."

After that, he ran away all the way, completely different from how he worked at the event just now.

Chen Ning ran for a while, and after leaving his sight, she regretted it to death. This area of theirs was like being protected by an invisible shield, with an atmosphere that said "keep out" at first glance. At least within a kilometer radius, there wouldn't be any shared bicycles.

Dragging my aching foot, I walked nearly two kilometers before finding a ride back to the office.

Song Jingye, as soon as he returned to his office, received a call from Gu Ruandong. He remained silent, waiting for the other party to speak first, thinking he would continue yesterday's conversation.

But Gu Ruandong obviously knew that after a fight, things would pass. The focus was on talking business, no pleasantries, straight to the point: "Recently, we need to temporarily suspend orders for Senbing Group."

“Reason” Song Jingye asked. He was in charge of the equipment department, responsible for a complex web of relationships. They cooperated with state-owned military-industrial groups and privately owned ones like Gu Ruandong’s. The annual orders they received weren't something that could be stopped just like that. Every year, there was a clear plan for equipment procurement, research and development trials, etc. Stopping the order from Senbing meant no supply, which would affect troop operations.

Gu Ruandong: “It won't take too long, Zhao Tingxing's funds won't last a few days.”

Zhao Tingxing's decision to mortgage all his assets to the bank in order to acquire the Senbing Group was a bold move, reflecting both courage and confidence. After acquiring the group, he could rely on Liaobu (presumably a network of connections) and several military contacts to secure a steady stream of orders, allowing him to quickly recoup funds and repay the loan.

And now that Liao Bu and several military figures under investigation are in trouble, they can't even take care of themselves, let alone choose partners. It means all the resources he had are useless. The Senbing Group can only survive by relying on Gu Ruandong's resources to pull in orders., she saw Zhao Tingxing sitting inside the car, with his legs crossed, looking at her with a smile, familiar like he was in his own car. 。This was even scarier than seeing a ghost. She instinctively...