Zhang Weiguo transmigrates to that era of scarcity, a time of lacking clothes and food.
He is a decorated veteran who has been transferred to a position as the head of the purchasing departme...
Xia Meng sang the boys' part again.
Zhang Weiguo remembered most of it.
"I've memorized the lyrics. Can I make a request?"
"What's your request? Tell me."
"I don't want the prize, but can this program be counted on the shoulders of our three purchasing departments?"
"As long as you can sing well, it won't matter if it's counted towards your three purchasing subjects."
"Then let's get started."
The two began to sing together.
Although it was the first time we sang together, we still didn’t know each other well.
The singing was quite good, which was beyond Xia Meng's expectations.
With this level, you can participate in the competition without any practice.
"Chief Zhang, you sang so well."
"Yeah, yeah, it's better than the one in the movie."
These people all admire Zhang Weiguo.
Such people are good-looking, have good jobs, and sing beautifully.
She is truly their dream lover.
Zhang Weiguo conquered them directly.
"Give me a copy of the lyrics so I can practice them when I get home," said Zhang Weiguo.
"Can."
"There is only this copy of the lyrics. Wait a moment, I will copy one now."
After saying that, Xia Meng found a piece of paper and a pen and began to copy the lyrics.
After a while, the lyrics were copied.
"Chief Zhang, these are your lyrics."
"Thanks."
"I will count this program as one of the three purchasing subjects when I get back."
"Can."
"Then let's arrange a time to rehearse."
"Then let's do it after get off work. The location is in the third purchasing department."
"Sure, no problem."
"Then I'll go back first."
"Chief Zhang, take care."