The Tenth Division Art Troupe was selected for the performance of the General Military Region, which shows its strength. "Revolutionary Female Militia" was chosen because it has appeared many times without any mistakes.
Now that the General Military Region Art Troupe is unable to perform on stage, they are the only ones who can take on this important task.
"They just finished a performance, and the performance standard was not low. They are indeed suitable candidates."
Captain Fan looked thoughtful, "I just don't know if he has left the capital."
"Yes." Gao Fei's tone was very affirmative.
At this moment, she was extremely grateful that she still had the Tenth Division Art Troupe to back her up, and she was also grateful that they had not left the capital yet.
The director team considered more, "How long will the performance of Dawn last?"
"It should be shorter than our show, but not much shorter." Gao Fei went to watch it in person and had a good idea of what it would be like.
The specific time is known to the talents of the Tenth Division Art Troupe, but having someone take over the musical is already the best result.
The performance ahead had already begun, and the higher-ups were all watching. No one dared to leave the backstage, and the directors were under immense pressure to make the final decision.
Time was running out, and Gao Fei hurried from the backstage to the General Political Department.
Seeing her disappear, someone looked at the director and asked in a panic, "Director, is the Tenth Division Art Troupe really okay?"
If you only look at the length and ignore the quality, you will be held accountable in the end, even if you only care about the beginning and not the end.
"Today's military parade will feature their performance. What do you think?"
The director retracted his gaze. "I don't know the time difference between the two musicals. Let's quickly come up with several contingency plans."
As soon as the words fell, everyone wiped the sweat from their foreheads and quickly picked up paper and pen to start thinking.
Because I wasn't sure how much the difference would be, I had to move the time and negotiate for the subsequent programs. When I was making the plan, I had already cursed the person behind this trick a thousand times in my heart.
I'm busy like a top right now, and once this performance is over and I have time, I'm going to find the culprit.
In short.
The performance seemed harmonious at first, but the backstage was already in chaos. Everyone was like a taut string, afraid that it would break from their own place.
General Political Department, 10th Division Art Troupe.
To celebrate the successful performance, Minister Xiao asked the canteen to purchase some fresh ingredients. Everyone gathered in the open space behind the canteen for a picnic, and laughter filled the air.
The General Political Department highly commended Dawn, and Wei Qing was qualified for promotion as she wished.
Fu Haitang will stay in the capital and go outside the border later. Jiang Yuman will not return to the Southwest Military Region with them.
Wei Qing was happy about the promotion, but also sad about the upcoming separation.
"No matter what, promotion is a good thing."
The three of them sat in a corner, and Jiang Yuman comforted her, "If there's a chance, I'll come back to eat the wedding candy."
Holding Wei Qing's frail shoulders, Jiang Yuman felt deeply moved. In the original storyline, Wei Qing, whose marriage was unhappy, had finally found a man worthy of her, and the two were going to get married.
"Of course," Wei Qing said, holding one of them in each hand. "You all must come then."
Fu Haitang joked, "That has to be done early. If it's too late, you won't be in the capital."
Wei Qing was rarely shy, "It won't be too late." Grandpa and Dad promised!
"Come here quickly, the three of you," Su Wenzheng called out from the front. "The birthday boy wants to make a wish."
Today is Zhong Peilan's birthday. As the military region's performance was a success, everyone specially prepared a bowl of longevity noodles for her.
Zhong Peilan looked at the noodles in the bowl, raised her head and looked at everyone, tears of emotion welling up in her eyes.
"Don't cry, birthday girl," Yang Yun teased. "The show is over, it's your birthday, make a wish now."
Although Zhong Peilan is not the best dancer among the female soldiers, she has the most honest personality and has made great progress this time. The training for the performance was hard, and everyone worked together and accumulated a deep friendship with each other.
So, the female soldiers surrounded her and sang her birthday song in unison.
Amidst the singing, Zhong Peilan closed her eyes, her face filled with piety. "I hope you can be as good as the General Military Region Art Troupe and perform on a bigger stage than this one."
After making the wish, he opened his eyes and looked at Su Wenzheng and others.
Yang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "How can you be so naive, even making a wish about the art troupe on your birthday?"
The girls joked and teased her, saying, "Wishes spoken out won't come true."
"Huh?" Zhong Peilan was a little panicked. "Won't it work if I just say it out loud?"
The female soldiers were just joking, but she didn't expect her to really believe it, so she quickly explained, "No, we were just joking, you..." Don't take it seriously.
Before she could finish her words, Director Jing came hurriedly over and was obviously very happy to see them.
"Finally found you guys! Hurry, hurry, everyone, get outside! The car is waiting."
This was so confusing that no one could react.
Jiang Yuman was the first to come back to her senses. "Director Jing, why is the car waiting for us? Are we going somewhere else?"
"Yes, there's some trouble with the General Military Region Art Troupe."
Director Jing quickly explained, "We can't perform 'Revolutionary Female Militia' right now. Everyone, hurry over and save the situation."
Everyone from the Tenth Division Art Troupe was having a picnic one moment, and the next moment they were changed into their performance clothes and shoes and boarded a car to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Su Wenzheng, Jiang Yuman and others were in the same car with Gao Fei. In the car, Gao Fei briefly told them what had happened.
At the end, he said, "There's been two hours and no program to fill this hole. Fortunately, you haven't left yet."
"It's true that putting on makeup takes time," Su Wenzheng said worriedly, "We only have half an hour now."
"It's not a big deal,"
After all, Gao Fei had seen Dawn, so she wasn't completely blind. "Your makeup isn't complicated, there's nothing wrong with keeping it simple."
Nowadays, people don’t like to wear too much makeup in formal occasions. As long as the performance is good, everything else is secondary.
She was more concerned about something else, "How long is your show?"
Su Wenzheng said, "One hundred and eighteen minutes." That is two minutes less than "Revolutionary Female Militia."
This was not a big problem. Gao Fei finally freed up his hands to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Just by looking at her like this, Jiang Yuman knew how much psychological pressure she was under.
He held her hand and said steadily, "Don't panic."
The calm and composed speaking speed neutralized Gao Fei's panic to a certain extent.
"I know," she said, a fierce look flashing in her eyes. "After this show is over, I will definitely find out who that villain is."
After much coordination, with the strong strength of the Tenth Division Art Troupe, even if it was forced, the performance of "Dawn" was a great success.
Outsiders praised it highly, after all, Dawn was a fresh and good-looking face.
However, internal personnel held him accountable seriously, and after the performance, Zhuo Yunqi was severely criticized.
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