It is almost the end of the year and there is only more than a month left until the Spring Festival. This should be the most leisurely time of the year for security guard Lao Liu.
At this time of year in previous years, he would have already started helping his family dry sausages and smoke bacon, but these past few days he was extremely worried, and the small guard room was as messy as a chicken coop.
This is all because of the order from Director Liang, all departments and positions in the troupe must conduct self-inspection and strictly follow the relevant rules and regulations of the art troupe, and make rectifications one by one.
His small guard room was previously unattended, but now the people in the office have begun to inquire about the records of entry and exit registration and regular inspections that the guard room is responsible for. They also asked him to bind all the registration forms for the year and submit them to the office for inspection before the end of the month. Otherwise, he will be punished for dereliction of duty.
This put Old Liu in a very difficult position. He had stored the registration forms according to the rules in previous years, but no one had checked them all those years. They were all piled up in the corner, gathering dust and attracting rats. In addition, the guard room was small, and with so many things piled up, it was difficult for him to even turn around. So Old Liu simply burned all the old forms.
He no longer keeps the registration forms of the past two years. He cleans them up every three months or six months when he remembers to do so, so that the guard room doesn't look so messy.
Now they suddenly asked him to hand in all the registration forms for this year. Lao Liu's first reaction was that he might have thrown away the registration forms for the first half of the year, so he quickly started searching through all the drawers and cabinets in the guard room.
After searching for two or three days, he still couldn't find several months' registration forms. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but there was no other way. He could only keep searching in the guard room where he had searched countless times.
As Shao Jingque reached the main entrance of the art troupe, she saw a piece of paper flying out of the large window of the guard room. She picked it up, walked to the window and knocked on the glass:
"Uncle Liu, you dropped something."
Old Liu was bending over and rummaging through the bottom drawer of his desk. When he heard Shao Jingque's voice, he looked up and quickly reached out to take the paper from Shao Jingque's hand and examined it carefully.
"Thank you, Xiao Shao!"
He looked carefully, but unfortunately what Shao Jingque handed him was a piece of waste paper, not the registration form he was looking for. He was immediately disappointed.
It was almost winter, but Shao Jingque saw sweat on Lao Liu's forehead and asked curiously:
"Uncle Liu, what are you looking for? Do you need my help?"
Old Liu shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"Don't bother you, Xiao Shao. I'm looking for this year's registration form and inspection form. I can't even remember where I put them, so you can't find them either."
"Oh, it looks like I'm definitely going to get punished this year. I wonder if my salary will be docked or fined. I'll be scolded by the old lady when I get home!"
The entire troupe has been in action these days. Shao Jingque certainly knows about the self-inspection, but she is a singer and does not need to prepare any paper materials. Instead, the clerical staff in the troupe who usually have more free time and sit in the office are more anxious.
Shao Jingque nodded silently. It seemed that Captain Liang was determined to conduct a thorough investigation this time, which was why he made such a fuss and even did not let go of the security guards. This way, he should be able to find a lot of problems, which would be good for the future development of the art troupe.
Just like Lao Liu said, she couldn't help much here, so she raised her foot to go backstage, and heard Lao Liu shouting in surprise:
"Oh, I remember now. Didn't a comrade come to see you a few days ago? I handed him the registration book, and he said halfway through that he remembered something else and would come back next time, so he returned the book to me."
"I was cracking walnuts at the time and accidentally put the registration book under the desk mat! Oh! It's really here! Great! I found it!"
Old Liu took out the registration book from under the tightly pressed desk mat and was extremely happy, but what he said caught Shao Jingque's attention.
Has anyone come to see her?
Shao Jingque asked curiously:
"Uncle Liu, who came to see me? Was it the police officer from last time?"
Old Liu shook his head excitedly, still immersed in the joy of finding the registration book:
"No, he's a middle-aged man in his thirties, big and strong. He's nowhere near as tall and handsome as Public Security Gao."
A burly middle-aged man in his thirties?
Shao Jingque thought and thought, but couldn't come up with a suitable candidate.
Old Liu eagerly flipped through the registration book, turned to the date of that day, and said as he searched:
"Let me take a look. It should be this day...Huh? Why is there no record?"
Seeing that it was almost time for work, Shao Jingque could not delay any longer, so he waved his hand and said:
"It's okay, Uncle Liu, I'll go in first. You'll know when you come next time!"
Shao Jingque quickened her pace and walked towards the rehearsal room. There was a morning meeting on Monday, and if she was late, Qu Jingyun would definitely make trouble for her again.
Yue Feiying had already given the photo to Qi Shengzhi, and she didn't want to worry about the complicated things hidden in the photo.
In terms of hatred, Qi Shengzhi and Qu Jingyun have had more conflicts than her. She is not interested in the grudges and hatreds within the Qi family. In short, the photo is in Qi Shengzhi's hands, and Qu Jingyun will definitely not have an easy time.
When we arrived at the rehearsal room, almost everyone was there, but the person standing on the stage preparing for the morning meeting was not Qu Jingyun, but Liang Jinchun.
Shao Jingque was a little surprised when she saw this. After all, since she joined the art troupe, the specific affairs were handled by Qu Jingyun, and she had never seen Liang Jinchun come to hold a morning meeting for them.
As soon as Fang Ya saw Shao Jingque appear at the door of the rehearsal room, she immediately trotted over to meet her, took the bag from her hand, and greeted her warmly, completely ignoring the contemptuous looks of Liu Cuirong and others beside her.
Shao Jingque smiled faintly, but his eyes passed over her and looked at Tang Yueru. Sure enough, he saw Tang Yueru staring at Fang Ya with an expression of hatred.
For someone as arrogant as Tang Yueru, once she regards Fang Ya as her follower, she will regard her as no different from her property. Now she finds out that this follower is a fence-sitter who not only ignores her but also flatters the person she considers her rival. How can she bear this humiliation?
Even if she didn't dare to provoke Shao Jingque again, dealing with Fang Ya was no big deal!
Shao Jingque walked to Wu Shuang. Wu Shuang glared at Fang Ya and snatched Shao Jingque's handbag from Fang Ya.
Fang Ya was angry but dared not say anything. After all, Wu Shuang knew the "secret" that she had plotted against Shao Jingque. If she angered Wu Shuang and he told her all the bad things she had done, she would have completely offended Shao Jingque!
So not only did she not dare to show her dissatisfaction, she also smiled at Wu Shuang in a flattering manner.
Wu Shuang ignored her completely, turned her head and whispered in Shao Jingque's ear:
"I heard that Deputy Captain Qu is on sick leave again, so Captain Liang is here to hold a morning meeting with us today."
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