Song Jiayu shook her head. "That won't do. My old Jiang doesn't need to be the center of attention. Just standing in front of others with this face is enough to attract attention."
Jiang Baizhou couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth when he heard Song Jiayu's words.
"ah?"
Cheng Wenyan was stunned for three seconds.
If plan one doesn’t work, then plan two. If plan two doesn’t work, then plan three.
"Okay, then we won't be the center of attention. This New Year's Eve party needs talents like Jiang Baizhou. Just standing on the stage is a sight to behold. Comrade Song, Comrade Jiang, the New Year's Eve party is the organization's mission. As a glorious worker, we must obey the organization's arrangements."
"Well, I can't make the decision. You can ask Jiang Baizhou. It's fine as long as he is willing." Song Jiayu hooked Jiang Baizhou's arm.
Cheng Wenyan: If he is willing, why should I chase him? Am I just bored?
"Comrade Song, Jiang Baizhou doesn't want to. How about this? I see you have a good temperament. Why don't you and your wife put on a show together?"
Perform on stage together?
Looking back on it later, it was a very good memory.
Jiang Baizhou was about to agree, but Song Jiayu was not. She quickly refused, "No, I can't sing or dance. It's really not possible!"
Because she was tune-deaf in the past, no one ever asked her to sing at company gatherings.
As for dancing… my body is so stiff that it’s hard to even do yoga.
She doesn't want to torture herself or others.
This was no problem for Cheng Wenyan, who suggested, "The program shouldn't just be about singing and dancing. We can also do language skills, such as performing skits, telling crosstalk, or making people laugh. We can perform whatever talents we have. I don't mind."
Talking nonsense?
She is good at this!
Song Jiayu didn't think it would be a waste of time to torture herself and others. She pulled Jiang Baizhou aside and asked quietly, "Do you agree?"
"It would be nice to perform a crosstalk together. I remember we will also invite a photographer to take pictures. We can discuss developing a photo as a souvenir." Jiang Baizhou really likes to leave something behind with his wife, and he has kept the photos of the two of them well.
"What you said makes sense, so agree to it."
The young couple nodded in agreement, which made Cheng Wenyan extremely surprised!
He thanked me excitedly, "Practice well. I'm counting on you. When the crosstalk script is ready, give it to me first. If it's not good, I'll ask you to revise it."
"clear."
Cheng Wenyan walked out of the compound in a good mood.
When Xu Qinghuan came back and learned about this from his brother, he stared at Song Jiayu with complicated eyes for a long time.
"Is it on my face or is there something on my body?" Song Jiayu felt uncomfortable all over as she was stared at.
"No, I'm just looking at a fool." Xu Qinghuan said coldly.
"fool?"
Song Jiayu, who thought she was very smart, pointed at herself and raised a question with her beautiful eyes.
Xu Qinghuan nodded. "Cheng Wenyan came to me and kept whispering in my ear for three days, just like Tang Sanzang was controlling Sun Wukong. I finally couldn't stand it anymore and agreed to perform."
Song Jiayu asked in confusion, "Isn't this good? How can there be such a fool?"
"hehe!"
Xu Qinghuan smiled contemptuously.
"After you decided to perform, Section Chief Cheng became a completely different person. He was nitpicking about your performance, pointing out any mistakes and making you practice until you vomited. What kind of person do you think I am that I would wake up every morning to practice my voice?"
After this call.
Song Jiayu was stunned.
She thought of Section Chief Cheng, the 30-year-old middle-aged man who had followed her home and tried to persuade Jiang Baizhou to perform a show, but she never imagined that Section Chief Cheng would turn into a big devil later.
"Isn't this like begging a thousand times before you agree, but being worthless like a piece of grass after you agree?"
"Hehe, now that you're by my side and share the hardship, I suddenly feel much better." Xu Qinghuan walked home humming a little tune, leaving Song Jiayu with a look of surprise.
Someone thought: This is such damn fake sisterhood!
As for how to write crosstalk lines, Song Jiayu scratched her head but couldn't come up with a single one. She was good at writing project copy, but she had no choice but to take out the crosstalk lines that impressed her most in her memory from her previous life and pieced them together.
After Jiang Baizhou got the paper, he read it carefully and said, "Not bad. I didn't expect you to have the talent to write crosstalk?"
Song Jiayu slumped over the table with a bored look on her face and said, "No, this isn't something I wrote. I saw it somewhere before and pieced it together from memory. Can we tell Chief Cheng that we don't want to perform anymore?"
"That's impossible. If you say you don't want to perform, I'm afraid Chief Cheng will just pack up and live outside our house." Jiang Baizhou wanted to experience Wen Yan's determination to not give up until he achieved his goal.
“Alas~~”
The sigh continued. Even though Song Jiayu took the chef's certificate test, got it, and was rated as a level ten cook, and her salary increased to 27.5 yuan, such good things did not make her happy for a long time.
Because of the sternness from Section Chief Cheng, she finally understood what Lao Xu meant by "fool".
You are so picky.
That version of the crosstalk manuscript was revised again and again.
Song Jiayu and Jiang Baizhou have performed in front of Section Chief Cheng twenty-five times. There are still three days before the New Year's Eve party, and it is not known how many times they will be checked.
She practiced those lines so much that she almost got sick of saying them.
Finally, January 1st has arrived.
Jiang's mother happily brought the Jiang family children with her, saying to everyone she met, "Oh, my third son and his wife are going to perform at the party today. Why don't you go early and grab a seat?"
"Aunt Lin, you don't know, my third son and his wife have been spotted by the factory and are going to perform."
"I wasn't chosen for the choir, but my third son and his wife..."
Several children followed their grandmother's example and also talked about their third uncle and third aunt.
Only Mrs. Jiang Dasao and Mrs. Jiang Ersao were standing in the crowd with fake smiles on their faces, feeling very unhappy. It was just a performance at the factory's New Year's Eve party, so what was there to brag about?
The steel plant's auditorium was decorated beautifully under the leadership of Cheng Wenyan. Although it was still early for the party, enthusiastic people had already brought long benches from their homes and found a good seat. The seats were crowded, but no one noticed. Instead, they enjoyed being together, talking loudly, bragging, and discussing this year's New Year's Eve party.
Throughout the backstage, performers from the first to tenth shows were waiting.
Today, Xu Qinghuan was wearing a jacket with a big red envelope, her hair was braided into two pigtails, and she also put a red hairpin in it. She was holding the host's script in her hand and reciting it silently.
The person in charge, Section Chief Cheng, was like a butterfly, coming to each performer and saying a few words.
"Don't be nervous, just treat it like you're performing in front of me."
"You have all been rigorously trained by me. We will definitely be able to perform successfully."
"Comrade Xu, you are our most important host, please don't let me down."
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