“Then I recommend Sister Zhu Jing to join the Women’s Association that the leader mentioned. Not only is she an excellent cook, but she is also very kind and warm-hearted.”
Xiang Qin, sitting next to Zhu Jing, raised her hand high to express her opinion. Subsequently, Hou Li and Miao Ling also raised their hands in agreement.
Wen Ci quickly followed suit in support.
Zhu Jing had the best reputation in the compound. Even if she were to run for the position of Women’s Association director, Wen Ci would wholeheartedly support her.
The leader on the stage had some impression of Zhu Jing. She was the new chef in the cafeteria, and recently, many people had praised the improvement in the cafeteria’s meals.
Zhu Jing’s face turned red from the compliments. She stood up from her stool and said, “Leader, I’m not suitable. I’m busy with my work in the cafeteria during the day and don’t have time to join any Women’s Association. Maybe someone else should take this role.”
As she spoke, Zhu Jing glanced around and locked her gaze on Wen Ci. She grabbed Wen Ci’s arm and pulled her up from her seat.
“Sister Wen Ci could join the Women’s Association. She’s also the wife of Regimental Commander Huo, and she has a strong sense of responsibility.”
Wen Ci: “…”
She widened her eyes and looked at Zhu Jing, her clear and bright eyes trembling slightly, as if to say, “How could you just throw this responsibility at me out of nowhere?”
The mention of “Regimental Commander Huo’s wife” left those who were unaware in stunned silence.
Everyone in the Northwest Military District’s family quarters knew that Huo Jingyuan was the youngest regimental-level officer in the Northwest Military District, only thirty-one years old, with a bright future ahead.
The young and beautiful woman in front of them was actually Huo Jingyuan’s wife. It was impossible not to feel envious—she was so young and already living in a three-bedroom apartment.
Wen Ci shook her head. “I’m not suitable. I’m still young and can’t take on such responsibility. The Women’s Association needs experienced sisters from our family quarters to participate.”
When she said “experienced sisters,” it wasn’t meant to mock anyone’s age. In a place like the family quarters, where there were many women, someone with good connections and the ability to communicate with everyone was needed.
Soon, many of the older women began to volunteer themselves. The Women’s Association sounded impressive, and the scene quickly turned chaotic.
The leader on the stage was getting a headache from the noise. The crackling sound of a low-quality loudspeaker filled the air, and the crowd gradually quieted down. “The president of the Women’s Association will be the wife of our military district’s Chief of Staff. She will assume her position in a few days.”
The top three leaders of the Northwest Military District were: the Minister, the Regimental Political Commissar, and the Chief of Staff.
“As for the other members, we will post a notice in the family quarters in a few days.”
After the meeting ended, Wen Ci stared straight at Zhu Jing, pursed her lips, and said calmly, “Sister Jing, weren’t you just deliberately setting me up?”
“No,” Zhu Jing waved her hand. “I genuinely think you joining the Women’s Association would be better than me.”
Her husband was just an ordinary soldier in the Northwest Military District, so her joining the Women’s Association wouldn’t carry much weight. Relying solely on her good reputation wouldn’t be enough.
Unlike Wen Ci, whose husband was Huo Jingyuan.
The infamous “Living King of Hell.” Anyone would give her some face out of respect for him.
Zhu Jing opened her mouth but didn’t voice this thought aloud.
There were other family members around, and it wasn’t convenient to speak frankly.
After most of the crowd had dispersed, Zhu Jing lowered her voice and said, “Why did you all recommend me? You should have recommended the wife of the Fifth Regiment’s commander.”
“Why?” Wen Ci asked.
“Her husband has real authority.”
Hearing this, Wen Ci looked at Zhu Jing seriously and said firmly, word by word, “Sister Jing, you’re wrong. We women hold up half the sky, not because of our husbands. What does having authority matter?”
“Anyway, let the leader choose whoever they want!”
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