Age: My Small World

"Why did I hear you chanting slogans just now?"

In Qi Changyu's office, Old Qi asked Yang Jun.

"Yeah, we left them to their own devices for a month. They should at least come back and shout some slogans."

"Hehe, actually the work of the planning department isn't that complicated. You'll understand once you take a look."

"And I know that this isn't your main focus."

Qi Changyu acted as if he knew everything, which made Yang Jun feel rather helpless.

Having a superior who knows his identity can really leave you speechless.

Little did Qi Changyu know that he was just a bystander to Lao Zhu.

"Perhaps I should have gone to the office back then?"

Yang Jun sometimes couldn't help but think about it.

Speaking of the office, he suddenly slapped his forehead.

I've been back for two days, and I completely forgot to tell Lao Zhu about the mission to go south.

"Director, I suddenly remembered something and need to ask for half a day off?"

Qi Changyu smiled and said, "I already knew that. Go ahead."

"By the way, don't worry about your work. I'll have the second team mentor your people during this time. You can focus on your tasks, and they'll take care of everything."

Qi Changyu also knew what Yang Jun's major was in college, so asking him to do this information planning was indeed a difficult task for him.

"Okay, thank you, Director." Yang Jun shook his head, tacitly acknowledging that he had been freeloading.

After leaving the planning office, he quickly rode his bicycle to the vicinity of the office.

After going through layers of verification, we finally arrived at the door of Lao Zhu's office.

Knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Old Zhu's ever-present attitude is something he should learn from; that's what a workaholic should be like.

"You only just remembered to come find me?"

Zhu Yong saw right through him.

"Ahem, Director, I just miss my family, so going home is definitely my first priority."

"Alright, stop explaining. Just tell me about the situation in Hong Kong."

"Actually, I already know even if you don't say it; a message has already been sent from over there."

Information is shared, so there's no reason why the port city wouldn't send over a briefing.

"Then I won't say anything?"

Yang Jun sat down opposite Lao Zhu.

He reached out and tapped the table: "I should definitely repeat what I need to say, you know the rules."

Yang Jun then briefly explained the situation in Hong Kong, even mentioning his connection with the Loyalty Hall.

"Remember to prepare a written report next time, so I don't have to write one myself."

"Director, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Wait a moment."

Zhu Yong called him over.

Seeing Old Zhu's ambiguous smile, Yang Jun suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Director, what's with that expression? I've done my part this time, so please don't get me into trouble."

"Hehe, what are you thinking?"

Zhu Yong shook his head in annoyance.

"Something good is coming your way."

"Actually, my superiors told me that if you achieve good results within three months, they might let you skip a level. Are you interested in going to another unit?"

"Huh? So I can change jobs again before I've even started this one?"

"Don't think I don't know what else you can do in the Information Planning Department?" Zhu Yong said helplessly, "That's just a stepping stone for you. You have other uses for it."

Yang Jun raised an eyebrow. No wonder he had to lead a group of senior IT majors; it almost made him lose his confidence.

"So what do we say now?" Yang Jun pressed.

Zhu Yong shrugged: "You did a good job on your trip to Hong Kong. You completed the task excellently, so this is giving you the opportunity to choose a unit."

He suddenly pulled two documents out of the drawer.

"Take a look, these are two units where you can be transferred. Let me know when you've made your choice."

"Ideally within three days; after that time, there's nothing we can do."

"Then should I take it back to look at it?"

"Okay, go ahead."

Zhu Yong waved his hand, as if to shoo him away.

Yang Jun got up and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and said to Zhu Yong:
"By the way, Director, can I still take leave from work during this period?"

Zhu Yong's lips twitched.

"You just got back, where are you going again?"

He hadn't even fully figured out what Yang Jun was doing in Hong Kong yet, and now he was about to sneak out again.

However, from Yang Jun's own words, it was clear that he had connections with the Xu family and Zhongyi Hall. Perhaps we could go to Zhongyi Hall to inquire, since he does have people in there.

"Can't I go out for a walk if I have nothing to do, and look at the mountains and rivers?"

Zhu Yong expressed great skepticism.

However, Yang Jun really did want to see the mountains and rivers, or rather, he just wanted to collect trees and soil.

"Okay, we'll talk about it after you've made your choice. I'll give you a maximum of two days. You can't just disappear for a whole month after you change jobs."

Yang Jun curled his lip: "Isn't the reason I disappeared for a month because you wanted me to do a mission?"

"Hey, you kid..."

Seeing Yang Jun flee in disarray, Zhu Yong chuckled.

"It really puts a lot of effort on him; he's done so much for the office since he was eighteen."

In fact, Zhu Yong could understand Yang Jun, after all, he had made enough contributions over the years.

Even if Zhu Yong wanted to find out about Yang Jun's behavior in Gangcheng, it was because of his special status that the office needed to understand the information of all its members.

After leaving the house, Yang Jun found a secluded spot to enter the small world, then sat in the bamboo house and took out two documents to look at.

In fact, neither document contained any classified information; they were simply brief introductions of the organizations.

The first unit was actually a farm.

"You're setting up a new farm and want me to be in charge?"

Yang Jun was quite interested in running the farm. After all, once he got there, it would be his own domain. The higher-ups would only care about the farm's final profits; the specifics of how it was run would be up to him, giving him a lot of freedom.

However, Yang Jun did not make up his mind so quickly, and instead started looking at the second document.

"What the hell is this about being transferred to a museum?" Yang Jun's lips twitched.

The second unit was surprisingly a museum.

However, it must be said that this is somewhat of a perfect match for their major.

Yang Jun studied classical literature and his understanding of classical literature can be described as expert-level, making him quite suitable for a position at a museum.

This job was probably secured for him by Lao Zhu; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy for such a young expert like him to get in.

"Old Zhu must have made it really difficult to choose; both of these units are quite good."

Yang Jun placed the documents on the table, unsure of what to do.

"Forget it, let's find out the details first."

He was too lazy to dwell on it any longer, and since he still had some free time today, he decided to go find Jiang Xueying.

Yang Jun hasn't gone to see her since she was assigned a job. (End of Chapter)