Chapter 239: Saying One Word and Meaning One Mind

"Teacher Xiao An, we will investigate this matter thoroughly!" Director Li ignored Chief Artist Zhang's words and nodded to An Zhixia with a hint of bitterness. Wherever leaders appear, any small matter can be forced to escalate into a major event that endangers the country.

Unfortunately, there were no cameras at that time. There were nearly 200 actors and staff in the backstage. Their figures and clothes were similar. They came and went frequently. Who could pay attention to these? Moreover, the prop room had been destroyed for a long time. There was no evidence to catch the smoker and the arsonist.

"Don't worry, Director Li. We will have two or three days off after the show. We will definitely catch the saboteur during this time. I'll trouble you to send someone to keep an eye on it. There can't be any problems in the team competition!" An Zhixia said, and then pushed open the prop room. The pungent smell of burning inside hit her face.

She checked her clothes. Naturally, she didn't have much time to commit the crime under the eyes of so many people. As soon as the smoke started, it was discovered and put out with water.

"Who watered it?" An Zhixia asked with a sneer.

Seeing that there was no trace of anger or anxiety on An Zhixia's face, everyone gradually calmed down. When they heard her question, their eyes involuntarily shifted to Chief Artist Zhang.

Chief Artist Zhang said angrily, "Why are you looking at me? If you see a fire, who wouldn't want to put it out with water?"

An Zhixia raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "Wrong. There are many people coming and going between the props. The fire caused by the cigarette butts will not be too big. When everyone notices the smoke, a layer of their clothes will be burned by the fire. You can completely put out the fire. You only need to go back and forth to get water, and let the fire continue?"

"An Zhixia, stop looking for trouble! What's going on? Are you suspicious of me? How do I put out the fire? Throw it on the ground and step on it, or beat it hard with a broom?

These clothes don't need to be burned, and they can't be used! The situation was so urgent at the time, who could think too much? "Chief Artist Zhang argued with gritted teeth.

An Zhixia ignored her and said, "Go get some stoves and some hair dryers to dry the water off the clothes. Where are the sewing machines? Get them here too!"

Without anyone else having to take action, Director Li directed his subordinates to trot and carry all the things over. The actors came forward to help, pushing Chief Artist Zhang aside.

The troupe itself was staffed with several experienced tailors, and upon hearing the news they all gathered together, waiting to be dispatched by An Zhixia.

The clothes were burnt into uneven patches, but only a palm's length was missing. An Zhixia had them all cut, making the neat clothes irregular, with almost no two cuts being the same.

The old tailors were quick-witted, and An Zhixia was quick-witted, so they had finished all the modifications while the clothes were drying. After getting the clothes, everyone had a frustrated look on their faces, but they put them on and waited to look at each other.

The clothes were a bit strange, but it didn't affect the appearance. There was even a sense of unconventional willfulness and natural beauty. Their eyes lit up immediately, and they couldn't help but hug each other with joy, "We are saved. Our team competition can proceed normally!"

"I'm an artist, but I didn't even think of abstract beauty and imagery beauty!"

"As expected of Teacher Xiao An, no problem is a problem in front of her. Is there anything in this world that she can't solve?"

Their clothes were better looking than before, and their mood was like a roller coaster rising from the bottom. They could only muster up their energy to present their best self to their leaders and foreign friends.

When everyone came on stage and sang "Running Forward Along the Socialist Avenue" to close the show, they watched the leaders' extra-warm applause, and the foreign friends nodded their heads in praise from the bottom of their hearts, and the flash lights for taking pictures kept flashing. Some of them couldn't help crying with joy, and they hugged each other.

Over the years, the Kyoto Performance Troupe has been at loggerheads over the annual spring and autumn group competitions. Leaders fake smile when they meet, minions gnash their teeth when they meet, and even their family members can't help but quarrel when they meet. The group competitions have become a place for them to compete for fame and fortune, and they have long forgotten their original intentions.

At this moment, they looked at their competitors and smiled with relief, and were calm and no longer paid too much attention to the results of the game. It was obvious that An Zhixia's daily chicken soup for the soul had completely brainwashed them, and a new rule in the circle was gradually formed under her control.

"Teacher Xiao An," a young man walked up to Director Hu and whispered something. Director Hu excitedly turned his head and whispered to An Zhixia, "Our big boss wants to meet us!"

An Zhixia was stunned for a moment, the surprise and joy on her face came from the heart. She quickly touched her hair, straightened her clothes, and even squatted down to take out a handkerchief to wipe the dust off her shoes.

Director Hu and several assistant directors also began to tidy themselves up. They even spat on their hands twice and tidied up their messy hair.

Seeing this, An Zhixia's mouth twitched, and she stared at their hands, wondering if they would shake hands with the big boss later? Would it be that hand with the smell...

When they were led to the empty door outside the theater, the leader smiled and said to the foreign friends around him: "Tonight's cultural feast was organized by these comrades, which gave us a big surprise."

"Hello, the performance was great, the creativity was good, I like it!" The blond-haired, brown-eyed Luo friend smiled and stammered in Chinese.

Director Hu and his team smiled and waved their hands, saying, "It's the children's hard work and the organization's trust."

"Old Hu, I have watched the movies you made many times. The meaning in them is good. Our Xiahua country lacks good directors like you who are practical and can truly reflect problems. You also organized the performance group competition very well, which brought honor to our country!" The senior leader also praised.

But another dark-haired, dark-eyed, serious-looking Kyrgyz friend said in his native language: "Your performance this time has improved a lot, but it can only be regarded as elementary acting. When will Mao come to visit our country? You should go with him. The two countries can communicate with each other and learn from each other to make greater progress."

The translator looked unhappy after hearing this.

The big boss smoked a cigarette and said, "Just translate it according to his words."

After the translator relayed the message, the senior leader said, "Just tell him that I will not go abroad, let alone to their small country. Our country has a long history and rich cultural heritage, which he cannot figure out from the performance.

As the saying goes, people with deep understanding see the doorway, while laymen see the excitement. I saw that he was enjoying the excitement just now, but why did he deny it after leaving the house? Are all Kyrgyz people hypocritical? Otherwise, why don’t you ask him again, did he understand what was just performed? "

The Jiguo friend's face was dark, and he couldn't say a word. After all, he really just watched the fun and couldn't say anything.

Tickets are coming~

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(End of this chapter)