Then came clear and standard Mandarin: "We are just ordinary people. You must be the director. Thank you for your hard work."
Ah Yuan couldn't understand what was going on, but then he heard the person switch to English again, saying something he didn't know.
Then a group of people chatted for a while, and then with a snap, the lights in the studio were turned on.
Next, they began adjusting the curtains on the stage.
Ah Yuan loves watching TV, but this is the first time he's seen the behind-the-scenes work at a TV station.
As someone made adjustments in the broadcasting studio, a large screen was lowered, revealing a palace against a backdrop of green trees, blue sky, and white clouds. This made it appear as if the speaker was standing in front of the palace.
So this is how TV stations actually work.
A-Yuan looked at his mother and pointed to the stage. He was curious and wanted to go up and take a look.
But he had to ask his mother first if it was okay.
Chen Rou put her son down and said, "Be careful walking, don't fall."
Sure enough, A Yuan almost tripped on his first step, then realized he needed to be careful and slid down the steps and ran away.
Lieutenant Colonel Wali, Battalion Commander Zhao, the director, and the broadcast director chatted in the broadcast room for a while. Finally, seeing that it was almost nine o'clock, Lieutenant Colonel Wali, who wasn't as thick-skinned as Battalion Commander Zhao, couldn't hold back any longer and came out first. Battalion Commander Zhao also came out, but he handed his subordinate over to him, saying, "You, help out here."
The director, the broadcasting assistant, and so on exchanged glances and all gave wry smiles.
The mainland soldier left one of his men here. Was it to help them? No, it was probably to keep an eye on them.
It's strange to think that the seemingly unsophisticated soldiers of the Great Wall have so many cunning minds.
It's time for the guests to enter. Some guests have already arrived, such as the editors-in-chief of several major newspapers, as well as the presidents and professors of various universities. But I guess there's no one in the hall yet; they're just chatting in the corridor.
Lieutenant Colonel Wali, of course, had other work to do. He had to oversee the set design and lighting. Once he entered the studio, he went up on stage and started watching the work of the cast and crew.
Since it was an apology from the British side and involved military matters, the reception was handled by the mainland side.
Time was tight, and Battalion Commander Zhao wasn't familiar with the area, so there wasn't any special seating arrangement. Everyone was told to sit wherever they pleased, as instructed by higher-ups. They emphasized human rights here and advised against bringing formalism.
Battalion Commander Zhao was also standing in the corridor when he saw a group of people chatting in hushed tones. He tried several times to introduce himself and join them.
But it was no use; no one looked at him. Several times he smiled at someone, but the person would look away.
A script supervisor came over, smiling, and invited everyone inside, which everyone readily agreed to.
Moreover, they seemed to know each other very well, with each person either commenting on the weather or praising the script supervisor's skill.
Battalion Commander Zhao was there to preside over the event, and he was dressed in military uniform, so he was clearly not an ordinary staff member.
But strangely enough, it was as if he were invisible; no one noticed him at all.
Reporters from the mainland military newspaper, who had just crossed the border in a hurry, would nod at him when they saw him.
Okay, since there's a script supervisor to guide him, he'll go into the studio as well.
The first people to arrive didn't sit in the first row; instead, they sat scattered in the back.
But in the very center of the first row sat a lady in a sharp suit, with an elegant posture.
There was also a child running back and forth under the stage.
Under the light, Battalion Commander Zhao could hardly believe his eyes. He blinked repeatedly before he was sure it was her.
He started walking a bit fast, but after a few quick steps he deliberately slowed down. Instead of rushing towards Chen Rou, he walked towards A Yuan, who was looking up at the staff on the stage: "Hi, hello."
Ah Yuan turned around, and it was actually the first time he had ever seen a Chinese military uniform dress.
Nie Yao also came. He was a military newspaper reporter and had to come to report. Moreover, he was of the same rank as Battalion Commander Zhao, but he was just a military reporter. Battalion Commander Zhao was different; he was from a combat company and an independent battalion.
A-Yuan reached out and touched the golden star on his shoulder: "Wow, Ding-Ding!"
She then held up three fingers: "I also have one, but it's silver, and there's also one."
His uncle is a police officer, and he also has stars, more than Battalion Commander Zhao, a total of three.
As soon as Battalion Commander Zhao reached out, he noticed that the boy was quite different from his father. He actually bent his arms and hooked himself onto Battalion Commander Zhao's arm, then swayed back and forth, laughing, "Haha."
Battalion Commander Zhao was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, "This kid is so bold, and he has such a strong grip."
He wanted to hold the child, but the child used his arm as a swing.
Is this really the son of the richest man who doesn't even need to put on his own shoes? How can he be so wild?
Battalion Commander Zhao turned around, picked up A Yuan, and then walked over and sat down next to Chen Rou.
Then he kept staring at Lieutenant Colonel Vali, who was busy on stage but looked dejected and would occasionally glare at him.
Chen Rou, too, crossed her legs and watched intently as the people on stage busied themselves.
In the end, Battalion Commander Zhao couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. Chen Rou pursed her lips and laughed too.
As the saying goes, great minds think alike. They both thought of this: even if they were forced to apologize publicly, even if Colonel Rango couldn't stay out of it, his willingness to take the stage must have meant that he had reached some kind of deal with the major shareholders of the television station.
Actually, once the deal is finalized, things are quite easy to handle; all that's needed is a broadcasting mishap along the way.
Everyone has been invited, Colonel Rango has apologized, and the TV station has had a broadcast incident. The director and the station's management just need to apologize to the public, and that's it. If the Hong Kong police continue to cause trouble, the citizens won't stand by them anymore.
The impact of the whole incident was thus minimized.
Battalion Commander Zhao had anticipated this, so he sent people to keep an eye on things. When he heard that Lieutenant Colonel Wali had come to the studio, he rushed over as well.
But it was unbelievable that his goddess, Mrs. Nie, had also thought of this and arrived at the studio early.
Of course, Battalion Commander Zhao was certain that she had arrived a long time ago, because he saw everyone who came in the corridor, but he didn't see a woman with a child. So she must have arrived a long time ago.
They laughed for a while, then turned around at the same time and smiled at each other again.
Battalion Commander Zhao was puzzled by the fact that many people, including university professors and newspaper editors, who had contacted him by phone the night before, had ignored him. He felt that the goddess should know the reason, so he wanted to ask her.
But as soon as he turned to say something, everyone in the back row stood up in a flash, all smiles.
It was Nie Zhao and Sir Ding, the Chief Justice, and a group of people who walked in.
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