"Oh my God! It’s Gu Jun!" The women at the scene were ecstatic, as Gu Jun’s silent blessing had become a sensation throughout Dajiang, the north and south, and had even been featured in CCTV’s Spring Festival Gala during the Chinese New Year.
From afar on the president’s platform, all the leaders above the regiment level were seated, including Xu Qigang, Yang Wenying, and Su Yun.
When Gu Jun appeared, everyone looked enviously at Su Yun.
"Su Tuan, you are truly impressive!"
"Yes! Even Gu Jun has been absorbed into your group."
"As far as I know, Gu Jun isn’t a union member, is he? When did he become a comrade of Qianjin?"
Su Yun smiled subtly at the crowd and said, "He’s just an external personnel, only obligated to complete a set number of performances each year."
Meng Xingzhi sat in the foremost position, and when he heard the conversations behind him, he turned around and asked, "Who proposed this way of performing?" This method of performance had gone beyond healthy competition. It was clearly a contest, treating the audience as judges.
Meng Xingzhi was a bit displeased; whoever came up with this idea was simply provoking, utterly different from what he had originally envisioned. In fact, he could guess who it was without even asking.
"Reporting, it was me!" Su Yun stood up and replied. The couple always strictly maintained their superior-subordinate relationship in public.
Meng Xingzhi nodded without speaking, a brief flash of disappointment in his eyes. He turned back again and whispered something to Lu Yuan beside him.
A fleeting sense of hurt flashed in Su Yun’s eyes—Xingzhi’s attitude towards her had become much colder than before.
Yang Wenying witnessed all this and curled her lip in disdain. Su Yun really didn’t miss any chance to suppress her. Her own daughter was right there, and she seemed to ignore her as if she didn’t even exist. Her performance as a mother was an utter failure.
She seriously doubted whether Su Yun’s thought processes were normal.
"Xu Qigang." After discussing with Lu Yuan, Meng Xingzhi stood up, called out to Xu Qigang sitting behind him, and said, "Let’s go have a meeting!"
"Yes!" Xu Qigang replied with a straight posture and stood up to leave with Meng Xingzhi.
All the leaders above the regiment level and the rescue team members left with them. The president’s platform, which had been filled, was suddenly emptied by half.
Su Yun’s complexion grew increasingly worse, reaching almost an unsustainable point. Even if Xingzhi was indeed going to attend a meeting, he shouldn’t have left right after she finished her response.
In this way, whether it was her fault or not, it became her problem.
He was clearly slapping her in the face.
Naturally, Yang Wenying would not miss this opportunity to strike at Su Yun.
"A good consolation performance, and you’ve turned it into an atmosphere filled with the smell of gunpowder. It’s really off-putting."
"What do you mean by that, Yang Wenying?" Su Yun glared furiously at Yang Wenying, her eyes red with rage, "It’s your own people who lack ability, dragging everyone down and you blame me?"
"All the resources in the Northern region are with your Qianjin; you still have the nerve to say I lack ability?" Yang Wenying retorted with a cold laugh.
Her words indeed resonated with many other captains, who simply refrained from speaking out due to Su Yun’s powerful connections.
Only Yang Wenying, Su Yun’s nemesis, was ready to undermine her at any moment.
"You’re just jealous." Su Yun certainly wasn’t stupid— as the President’s wife, quarreling publicly would only discredit herself.
"Win against us first, then talk!"
"We will! Don’t worry!"
The president’s platform was thick with tension, and the stage was no less tight.
The General Union had long arranged their performances, but since Bai Oulan had already danced Butterfly Lovers, Sheng Ning and Lu Xiaoshuang naturally couldn’t perform it again.