The guesthouse chorus, led by Chu Miaohong, is a force to be reckoned with on this street, killing gods and Buddhas who stand in its way.
Not to mention his singing skills, just his looks when he stands on the stage would make a bunch of people sitting in offices envy Zhang Hongcheng.
Not to mention that Xiao Chu is the original singer of three red songs.
Based on this qualification, he deserves the street’s special “care” and recommendation.
Of the three spots for promotion, the street director secretly gave one to the Corps Guesthouse Choir without saying a word.
First of all, the choir of the guesthouse sang well, and secondly, the factory director Xiao Zhang privately subsidized the street office with 500 yuan for the competition expenses.
Besides, they are from a unit outside Shanghai, and as locals, we must give priority to such comrades.
So even though Bao Zhihui's conducting was full of mistakes, causing the guesthouse choir to make several mistakes, they still advanced to the second stage of the district competition.
There's no way around it, other people make more and more outrageous mistakes, especially when they get into the mood and start singing their own songs.
The onlookers all agreed that the guesthouse had been promoted.
There are more than 80 teams competing in the district, but only 20 spots are available for the district semi-finals.
The guesthouse choir's competition was on the next day.
On the first day, Zhang Hongcheng squeezed into the area where the office directors and deputy directors of various units sat below the stage.
Units that can enter the regional competition are all of a certain scale.
Each family has a serious problem of insufficient accommodation resources, but what is better than the street units is that each of them has a few sets of housing resources that are difficult to allocate.
Zhang Hongcheng's little notebook was quickly filled with all kinds of information.
Zhang Hongcheng, who was working hard, felt that he was very much like a salesperson in a house rental company in Shanghai in the 1990s, who made his fortune with just his mouth and a notebook.
However, he still paid attention to the program on stage.
He found that when he arrived at the district, the choirs that were able to perform on stage were all of very high level.
These choirs are not makeshift groups formed by street aunties. They are all regular choir members who participate in training every month.
The chorus conductor of each unit either has an artistic background or has received professional training.
It is countless times more advanced than Bao Zhihui's command technique transformed from the spatula wielding technique.
Especially the choir of super large units.
The momentum and rhythm won countless applause.
Seeing this, Zhang Hongcheng became a little anxious.
On the first day of the district competition alone, his notebook was filled with a lot of valuable information, and he also met more than a dozen "friends" who worked in offices.
If his team can make it to the semi-finals, it is estimated that most of the people present will be office managers from large companies.
How amazing is the valuable information contained therein?
Tsk tsk tsk tsk, no, he has to find a way to get his team into the semi-finals.
Although Bao Zhihui worked very hard and the employees also worked very hard, it was a pity that Zhang Hongcheng did not take the voice and talent issues into consideration when recruiting the workers...
Looking at the person with a sad face, Chu Miaohong smiled and pushed him.
"Don't worry, I see you're almost an old man! I have a solution!"
Chu Miaohong's method was simple and crude.
New song!
As long as a valuable new red song appears, even if their singing is mediocre, the district will bite the bullet and send them to the semi-finals.
In this day and age, if a district can produce a new red song that goes viral, it would be a definite political achievement.
Even if this choir comes from an institution stationed in Shanghai.
"The next chorus to perform is from the fertile fields of Beidachang. Comrades, please give a warm round of applause to the chorus from the Heilongjiang Construction Corps' Shanghai Guesthouse!"
"They brought a song of great harvest to our comrades in Shanghai!"
Chu Miaohong gracefully stood on the stage and sang the first line: "Our hometown~~is in the field of hope~~~."
Zhang Hongcheng's heart was immediately relieved.
"Smoke from cooking fires drifts over newly built houses, and a small river flows beside the beautiful village."
Then comes the chorus.
"A field of winter wheat, a field of sorghum..."
The audience below applauded loudly.
"Director Xiao Zhang, you guys are great. We've never heard this song before."
"What did you say? Hey, why bring up houses now? Those houses you mentioned are hard to divide up. I get a headache just thinking about it."
"Oh? You said some units want to change houses. What's their location, what's their structure, how big is it..."
Anyway, none of the office cadres from various units who had talked to Zhang Hongcheng were in the mood to listen to the singing competition.
After four days of competition, Zhang Hongcheng's team was directly promoted to the semi-finals.
There is no such thing as black box operations these days; even the admission notices are posted openly and publicly.
The rematch is in late April.
Including the choirs that were reported, there are a total of twenty-four teams.
Among them, there are seven or eight large-scale units and enterprises.
After the competition, the entire guesthouse was busy for a few more days and finally delivered the last batch of chili sauce.
Zhang Hongcheng looked at his little notebook with a sad face.
"Alas, the contact surface is still not enough, and some links are still missing."
However, if I could enter the city-wide competition...
The next day.
A recruitment notice was posted again at the entrance of the Corps Guesthouse.
Zhang Hongcheng released all the 15 temporary worker positions in the second batch given by the Corps.
At the same time, he asked Luo Qin to pay out the bonus that was supposed to be paid next month in advance.
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