Zhao Hanzhi not around? Wan Xinguo paused in surprise.
Logically, finding Zhao Hanzhi should have been more convenient than finding the elderly General before him.
Jiang Yun laughed, "Old Zhao has been transferred, the Deputy Commander was promoted to full Commander and moved to the Southeast Military Region. I’ve taken over his previous duties. Don’t you guys know this? It shouldn’t be the case, Xiaozhao is serving as brigade commander with you, how could you possibly not have heard this news. When Old Zhao left, Lu Jiang’s spouse and child were still in the Capital."
Wan Xinguo scratched his head, "I came in a bit of a hurry, probably the Army Commander forgot about this matter."
It might be that Lu Jiang had forgotten, or perhaps Lu Jiang deliberately said so, actually wanting him to seek out Jiang Yun.
Wan Xinguo remembered, Jiang Xiaoyue was indeed Jiang Yun’s daughter, as he heard from Chen Chen during her wedding.
The reason Wan Xinguo hadn’t heard about Zhao Yong’s father being promoted in the army was that Zhao Yong never showed off, and ninety-nine percent of the soldiers at the border defense didn’t know of Zhao Yong’s family background.
The reason Wan Xinguo knew was because he had shared more than a decade of camaraderie with Zhao Yong.
Jiang Yun hummed, "Do you have something on your mind coming here?" pretending not to know what Chen Chen had done.
Wan Xinguo naturally didn’t mention that he came because of Chen Chen fooling around with some political commissar, and said dispassionately, "Comrade Chen Chen works at the Capital Military Region’s cultural troupe. It’s been a year or two since our marriage; I got a leave to visit family this year, so I came to see her. I wanted to give her a surprise without directly finding her at the cultural troupe, so I came to visit you, the leader, first."
Military men always speak directly, with no beating around the bush or overly courteous words, and express themselves very bluntly.
Jiang Yun nodded, "It’s tough on you, comrade. For the sake of the country, you’ve given up your personal life, standing guard in the border region, with only that one or two dozen days of family leave to reunite with your family each year."
"Country before family, as it should be!" Wan Xinguo answered firmly, "Leader, I would like to see Chen Chen."
He had originally intended to catch the adulterers himself before confronting Chen Chen, having evidence would naturally give him confidence in the negotiation, but suddenly he felt it wasn’t necessary anymore. Whether what Lu Jiang or the person who delivered the message said was true or false, he just wanted to see Chen Chen and hear what she had to say.
Jiang Yun didn’t expect Wan Xinguo to be so straightforward and nodded, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to the cultural troupe’s territory."
By the way, he could see his old son; in doing so, it wouldn’t be considered a violation of rules.
On New Year’s Day, a group of performing artists from the cultural troupe were on stage in the Capital Military Region, and they were basically all present, the very few who weren’t there either had local matters in the Capital or were on leave.
When they arrived, the female soldiers of the cultural troupe were rehearsing inside, either dancing gracefully or singing powerfully.
In addition, Director Bai and an old man were giving pointers to the female soldiers, the latter shouting out commands while directing the band’s accompaniment, all of it about singing, breathing techniques, and such.
After knocking and entering, Wan Xinguo immediately spotted Chen Chen, who was dancing with Bai Xue.
Slim figure, pale face, sparkling like a fresh flower, she actually looked even more attractive than she did back in their border defense unit. With every movement, she conveyed an indescribable charm. Clad in thin clothing, she accentuated her slender figure, and the Rolex on her wrist stood out conspicuously.
Not participating in the rehearsal, Jiang Xiaoyue immediately spotted her father and recognized Wan Xinguo, but Chen Chen, on the other hand, didn’t recognize her own husband; she was advancing and retreating on the floor, her eyes not straying, continuing to move to the steps of the music.