Chapter 31: Quota for Shooting Training

  Song Jian smiled awkwardly and said, "This... is a bit of a long story. But I'm indeed a driver, a driver for Siyuantian Technology Co., Ltd. You should know that, Uncle Zhou."

  "Oh? Is it from Siyuan Company? I remember that was a small company." Zhou Yumin recalled that there was indeed a small company in Gusu City's High-tech Zone that produced natural health products. A few days ago, the company had even applied for a cosmetics license number, but now the country has strict controls over cosmetics and companies without a certain scale would not be approved.

  Song Jian smiled and said, "It's indeed small, but it has great development potential. The project our company is currently developing will occupy the domestic and even international cosmetics market in the future. Oh, by the way, strictly speaking, Siyuan Company belongs to the Xu Group, and the boss of Siyuan Company, Xu Si, is the granddaughter of Xu Haitian, the chairman of the Xu Group."

  Song Jian said all this without leaving out a single word.

  After decades of struggling in the officialdom, Zhou Wenxing immediately understood Song Jian's meaning. He smiled and said to Zhou Yumin: "I say, Xiaomin, since it is a company where Song Jian, a small medical god, is humble, it must be very good. And that one-stroke white project, Song Jian thinks so highly of it, there must be his reason. You go back to the bureau and review it again."

  Zhou Yumin glanced at Song Jian.

  Song Jian's expression didn't change, without any hint of shame. Although his words seemed to imply that he was asking Zhou Yumin to abuse his power, Song Jian knew that the White Project was already very good, and with the palace's imperial medicine being brought out, how could the effect be bad?

  "Alright, I'll go back and review it again."

  Zhou Tong added a chair beside Song Jian and sat down. She didn't care what Song Jian's words meant, but instead turned her head sideways, staring at Song Jian, saying: "Song Jian, why do you drive a car? My dad said that if your prescription can be taken out and cooperate with some pharmaceutical factories, you can get at least tens of millions of patent transfer fees."

  Song Jian slightly shook his head and said, "I never thought of making money through secret methods before, but maybe I will do so in the future. After all, if this prescription is developed, it can benefit countless patients."

  Zhou Wenxing sighed and raised his wine cup, saying: "Song Jian, I must toast you with this cup of wine, just because of these words, just because of your empathetic heart. Healthy people will never understand the suffering of patients."

  As he spoke, Zhou Wenxing didn't wait for Song Jian's refusal and directly tilted his head back, swallowing a cup of wine.

  This 42-degree Wuliangye belongs to the fragrance type and is not strong when drinking, with a soft and fragrant mouthfeel, which is suitable for family gatherings.

  Song Jian respectfully raised his cup with both hands and drank down the wine in it.

  Jiang Ling's eyebrows furrowed, and she was even more confused about Song Jian's true family background. Logically speaking, a spendthrift who could take out 10 million to buy a He Shou Wu plant should be from a super-rich family, but how could the son of a super-rich family end up being a driver for a small company?

  Zhou Tong's face was filled with a smile, she found that Song Jian was even more mysterious. When Song Jian first refused the old academician to be a university lecturer, Zhou Tong already felt that Song Jian was very unique and mysterious. But now, Zhou Tong only knew that Song Jian was actually a divine doctor who made his own father praise him endlessly, a mysterious doctor who held hundreds of millions of prescriptions in his hand but was willing to be a driver.

  After dinner, Zhou Tong helped her mother clean up the table, then brought out a plate of fruit that Song Jian had bought, took out a fruit knife, cut open an orange and handed it to Song Jian.

  On the table, Zhou Wenxing and Zhou Yumin were both arranged behind by Zhou Tong.

  Song Jian slightly awkwardly accepted the orange and smiled wryly.

  Zhou Wenxing chuckled and said: "Oh dear, I'm old, I need to go back to the room and rest for a bit."

  As he spoke, Zhou Wenxing also gave Zhou Yumin a look.

  Zhou Yumin didn't understand Zhou Wenxing's idea, this is to create an opportunity for Zhou Tong and Song Jian to be alone together.

  Just then, Zhou Yumin's mobile phone rang, and Zhou Yumin took the phone to the stairs to answer it. Jiang Ling was cleaning up in the kitchen.

  Only Song Jian and Zhou Tong were left in the living room.

  Zhou Tong is a shy girl, but now, in her own home, on her own turf, Zhou Tong's face has thickened by several points.

  "Do you want a cigarette?" Zhou Tong asked, sitting down beside Song Jian.

  Song Jian waved his hand.

  "Then, I'll make you a cup of tea." Zhou Tong stood up, her tight jeans wrapping around her plump buttocks, and that pert and round little butt swayed in front of Song Jian's eyes, extremely enticing.

  "It's okay, I'll be heading home soon anyway. No need to go through so much trouble."

  No matter what, Song Jianke is now a man with a fiancée, although in ancient times, having three wives and four concubines was normal in Song Jian's mind. However, now that he has nothing to his name, owes his fiancée a debt, and there are hidden dangers lurking in the shadows, Song Jian does not want to harm Zhou Tong, this beautiful young woman.

  Zhou Tong lightly hit Song Jian's arm and said, "What's the hurry? I've been wanting to thank you all this time but never had the chance. This time, I won't let you leave easily."

  Zhou Tong happily went to make tea, Song Jian had no choice but to sit on the sofa, but in his ears came the sound of Zhou Yumin's phone call. After taking the washing marrow pill, Song Jian's eyesight and hearing were both enhanced by several levels, much stronger than ordinary people.

  "Shooting training activities? Since it's a document issued by the municipality, I must follow it. Our Industrial and Commercial Bureau has been allocated five quotas, okay, I will report the list as soon as possible..."

  Zhou Yumin was on the phone over there.

  Song Jian, however, was moved to thought, "Shooting target practice? Ah yes, living in this modern era, the power of hot weapons has already surpassed that of ancient martial arts. If I can master shooting, perhaps it will come in handy later on."

  Zhou Tong put down the teacup and walked over to Song Jian with a happy smile, sitting back beside him. In just one short minute, Song Jian discovered that Zhou Tong's hairstyle had changed, and her body had a few more touches of fragrance. It was clear that in this one-minute time frame, Zhou Tong not only made tea but also tidied up her hair and sprayed on perfume. One has to say, women's speed is sometimes slow beyond belief, and at other times it's fast beyond imagination.

  "It's a good thing Dad and Mom didn't ask specifically how we met earlier." Zhou Tong leaned lightly against Song Jian, "If not, I would have been embarrassed. That experience at Jin Bi Huan was really frightening."

  Song Jianchao smiled slightly and said, "Don't mind it, Li Jian won't bother you again in the future. If he does, just tell him."

  Zhou Tong snorted and said: "He dares to make things difficult for me again, hum! However... however Song Jian..."

  "Huh?"

  Song Jian picked up his teacup and took a sip, waiting for what came next.

  "You... you've seen everything about me, but don't tell anyone." Zhou Tong said with a red face, in a low voice.

  The tea in Song Jian's mouth almost spit out, he quickly waved his hand and said: "No way, no way, absolutely not."

  Although he said that, Song Jian suddenly recalled the appearance of Zhou Tong's body at that time, his face turned red, and he quickly lowered his head to continue drinking tea.

  Zhou Tong looked at Song Jian's reaction with satisfaction, and a voice in her heart told herself that since the man in front of her had seen through her and touched her, he must take responsibility to the end!

  Zhou Tong told Song Jian some interesting things about Soochow University.

  Under Zhou Tong's thick-skinned circumstances, the two of them were like a pair of old friends who had known each other for many years, chatting and laughing without any restraint.

  At this time, Zhou Yumin walked over with a phone in his hand.

  Song Jian thought highly of this opportunity, he knew that although ordinary people could enter the shooting range, there were many restrictions, such as guns being limited to small-caliber modified handguns, and the cost of targets was very high, with each bullet costing 20 yuan.

  Song Jian wanted to take this opportunity to train himself, so he plucked up the courage and said: "Uncle Zhou, is it about shooting targets? I've always wanted to learn how to shoot, but unfortunately, the shooting range in our city charges too much."

  Zhou Yumin was taken aback, then smiled and said: "Alright, you join our Industrial and Commercial Bureau, I'll give you a spot. Hey, the Municipal Committee is really something this time, actually wanting to hold an archery competition among various departments. You think it's even necessary to compare? The championship will definitely be taken by those people from the Public Security Bureau."

  Song Jian said, "What competition is he interested in? He wants shooting training. Ha ha, I'm just a driver, can I enter the Industrial and Commercial Bureau?"

  Zhou Yumin looked at Song Jian, "You really want this spot. I'm telling you, if the training isn't good, there will be punishment, because a month later, we'll be representing the bureau in the competition."

  Song Jian's eyes were filled with anticipation.

  Zhou Tong saw Song Jian wanting to go to the shooting range and helped speak up, saying: "Dad! Isn't your unit currently recruiting contract workers? Let Song Jian join as a contract worker and then formally join the Industrial and Commercial Bureau later. How great would that be? This way, giving Song Jian a shooting training quota is also very reasonable."

  Zhou Yumin was taken aback and looked at Song Jian, saying: "Uh, recently the bureau is indeed recruiting contract workers, and, coincidentally, there is a position that suits you very well."

  "What position? Is it management?" Zhou Tong stuck to Song Jian's shoulder, excitedly shaking his body, big eyes staring at Zhou Yumin.

  Zhou Yumin smiled wryly and said, "No, it's just that the bureau is recruiting drivers."

  Zhou Tong pouted.

  Song Jian bowed to Zhou Yumin and said, "Please help me, Uncle Zhou. I will work hard and practice shooting well. I must represent the bureau in the city's shooting competition and get a good result."

  Zhou Yumin waved his hand at Song Jian and said, "This is just a small matter. Hmm, but if you really apply for the driver position, it's definitely no problem, however... okay, there's no however, I happen to be short of a full-time driver, so it's you."

  Song Jian smiled and then thought for a moment, saying: "The salary can be less, but Uncle Zhou, you must not let me quit. That job of mine pays 10,000 yuan a month and is quite leisurely."

  Zhou Yumin rolled his eyes, "Don't worry, driving me around won't be busy at all. My workplace is just over 2,000 meters ahead."

  Zhou Tong saw Song Jian so excited, and was also happy for him. He said: "Dad, since it's like this, let's hurry up with the procedures. When does the shooting range training start?"

  "Tomorrow, you can go in. Hmm, but the free bullets are only 10,000 rounds, which means that on average, there are more than 300 free training sessions per day. If you want more, you'll have to pay for it yourself." Zhou Yumin told Song Jian some details, then picked up the phone and made a call to the personnel department of the bureau.

  Thank you for the reward from classmates who have heard of fine food and flowing water, thank you for giving me motivation, thank you to classmates who leave messages and collect.