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Lin Aifei was truly embarrassed, especially upon seeing Camp Commander Xie and his wife, whose faces clearly showed they were not happy to see her.
If possible, she would have chosen not to come, but for the sake of her husband’s future, she had to suck it up and face their displeasure.
Commander Jiang Rong was similarly depressed and weary.
Since that thoughtless Little Aunt arrived, his previously peaceful married life had been completely destroyed!
It was just a morning visit to see a doctor, and yet they managed to offend Xie Luocha, the youngest and most promising Camp Commander Xie of the Land Battle Group!
Damn, this Little Aunt is truly pushing her luck to the heavens!
At the banquet, everyone was having a good time, eating and drinking, occasionally clinking glasses. The sister-in-laws gathered together to whisper amongst themselves, while only Jiang Hongrong and his wife were somewhat neglected.
Before this day, Xie Jingchen had no particular feelings about Commander Jiang Rong and his wife. After all, considering that Jiang Hongrong is a cousin to the Third Company’s Camp Commander, Du Yueqiang, Xie Jingchen wouldn’t openly offend such ’parachuted aristocrats’ with connections.
Of course, the only one parachuted in was Du Yueqiang. But since Du Yueqiang managed to land directly in the Land Battle Group and became a Camp Commander, the backing he had was certainly not to be taken lightly.
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Therefore, in the Land Battle Group, the Third Company is the weakest. Not just compared to the First Company controlled by Rash, but even against the Second Company, it doesn’t measure up.
Jiang Hongrong has some intelligence but lacks quick-wittedness; he could only maintain the status quo. Although he is one of the Commanders, in the Second Company, he ranks at the very bottom.
His promotion to a full Commander was also facilitated by Du Yueqiang’s intervention. Sure, Jiang had the necessary qualifications and seniority, but his abilities were insufficient. Still, even to be promoted to a Commander rank was manageable.
In this society, no matter what level of collective, relationships and connections are essential.
Jiang Hongrong, in the Land Battle Group, is a rather calm man. His handling of matters is quite smooth. Unfortunately, he now has a thoughtless Little Aunt in tow.
Seeing that everyone had eaten about three or four tenths of their meal, Jiang Hongrong raised his glass to signal Xie Jingchen and said:
"Mr. Xie, on behalf of my Little Aunt, I offer you and your wife an apology. It’s up to you; I’ll drink first." After speaking, he truly drank three glasses of liquor in quick succession.
At private gatherings among military officers, it’s rare to call each other by their official ranks.
If they are of similar age, they usually address each other as ’Old’ followed by their surname; if a junior addresses a senior, they add ’-head’ after the surname; when seniors address juniors, they typically suffix the surname with ’-zi’, the given name with ’-zi’, or just call by a nickname, depending on how close their relationship is.
Of course, this applies when the rank difference is not more than three levels. When the rank difference is too great, or there is a significant age difference, there’s another mode of address, but that is generally a respectful honorific.
The crowd had only heard rumors on their way here, but seeing Jiang Hongrong’s formal gesture, the rumors of the morning’s events seemed to be not unfounded.
For a moment, everyone quieted down to see what would happen.
Zhang Shanni frowned, put down her chopsticks, and looked at the Jiang couple in silence.
You expect her to forgive Lin Aihong? No way.
Not just no door, not even a window!
Anyone who sets their sights on her man is her class enemy, unforgivable and unforgettable.
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