Reborn as a Superpower Girl in the 80s
Chapter 392 Going to the Troops, Interactive Session

Chapter 392: Chapter 392 Going to the Troops, Interactive Session

As I was walking upstairs, I heard someone shout, "Uncle Yuan, are you going to pick someone up?"

Yuan Weihan replied with a smile, "Yes, I went to pick up my niece and daughter."

The person stopped in his tracks, "Your daughter? Since when do you have a daughter?"

Yuan Weihan turned to Luo Qiao and Yuan Jianing and said, "This is Commissioner Zhou Wanfeng, you can call him Uncle Zhou."

Both of them greeted in unison, "Hello, Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Wanfeng looked at the two of them, "I recognize this one; she’s your niece. So, this one is your daughter?"

Yuan Weihan replied, "Yes, my daughter Luo Qiao."

Luo Qiao nodded with a smile but didn’t say anything, and Zhou Wanfeng laughed, "Well, Uncle Yuan, when did you get such a pretty daughter?"

Yuan Weihan laughed and said, "When fate arrives, naturally it happens. Now, I’m also a man with a daughter."

Zhou Wanfeng saw Yuan Weihan’s smug look and responded, "Alright, I won’t ask anymore. Now that you are a man with a daughter, you should treat us to a drink sometime."

Yuan Weihan burst into laughter, "No problem at all."

Zhou Wanfeng laughed and said, "I’ll head down first. You guys should also come soon; it’s about to start."

Yuan Weihan said with a laugh, "Sure, we’ll head over after they have a drink of water."

After calling Tiong Shulan at the office and learning she was too busy to come today, the three of them had a drink of water before heading to the performance venue.

Unexpectedly, they ran into Zhou Xiaomin. After exchanging smiles and greetings, Luo Qiao found out that Zhou Xiaomin was actually the daughter of Commissioner Zhou from earlier.

Zhou Xiaomin greeted Yuan Weihan cheerfully, "Hello, Uncle Yuan."

Yuan Weihan hadn’t expected the three to be acquainted and said, "Hello Xiaomin, it’s good that you all know each other. That way, you can keep each other company."

As the division commander walked ahead with the three young ladies, someone asked, "Who are those girls with the commander?"

Someone nearby responded, "One of them is Commissioner Zhou’s daughter, Zhou Xiaomin. The other two, I don’t recognize."

Then another person added, "I know, they are the commander’s daughter and niece."

No sooner had the words left his mouth, he was slapped, "Shut up with your nonsense. How could the commander have a daughter? He only has three sons. Don’t go making trouble for nothing."

The slapped soldier protested, "Who’s talking nonsense? I heard it myself. The commander told someone else that she was his daughter. Why did you hit me?"

The soldier who had slapped him insisted, "Everyone in the army knows the commander doesn’t have a daughter. Are you trying to argue with me?"

The slapped soldier turned his head away, ignoring him, and said to the one who had asked earlier, "The commander personally went to the gate to receive her. Lots of people know about it. He himself said that she was his daughter. Believe it or not."

By now, many people were discussing Luo Qiao and the others. With the group in sight, quite a few soldiers’ eyes followed the three young ladies, all with good looks, in a base that was typically full of men.

The performance that day brought them a rare treat. Not only were there performers from the cultural troupe and people from the military dependents’ village, but also some family members from the city. It was truly exciting for them.

The show began in earnest, and the professional artists from the cultural troupe were a cut above the amateur performances organized by the machinery factory, making the program increasingly spectacular.

At one point, there was a segment for interacting with the soldiers and their families, a tradition everyone was accustomed to. A big red flower was passed around among the crowd, and as the drumming started, the flower began to circulate. When the drumming stopped, whoever had the flower had to go up and perform.

The participants in the first two rounds, one sang a song—not very well, but she managed to finish and earned a round of warm applause. The other couldn’t sing, so instead, she delivered a long blessing speech which was well-received with cheers from the crowd.

In the third round, the big red flower was already making its way from the back, and as the drums began, the flower quickly moved forward. But when the drumming stopped, the flower was in midair among Zhou Xiaomin, Luo Qiao, and Yuan Jianing. The fact was, the flower had flown out of Luo Qiao’s hands to Zhou Xiaomin just as the drums stopped, and since Zhou Xiaomin’s father was there, she clearly couldn’t throw it back to him.

Attempting to toss the flower back to Luo Qiao, she used too much force and instead it landed with Yuan Jianing. Now Yuan Jianing refused to take it, and the red flower was tossed back and forth among the three, with none of them wanting to catch it.