"Dear..."
Announcing programs is not difficult; what is difficult is maintaining a stable mood and breath.
Xu Weiwei consulted many people and did this very well.
The program has begun.
The programs of this era are still somewhat different from those of later generations.
Even the songs they sang were revolutionary songs, and there was also a small portion of poetry recitation. To be fair, the factory had quite a few talented people hidden inside.
Wang Shouren wondered if he should set up a publicity department. Publicity was necessary, after all. At least it would provide the factory workers with a relatively reliable form of entertainment.
Wang Xirou, standing next to her, swayed her body from side to side, following the movements of the people on stage.
She would occasionally say to Qin Jingru beside her, "Mom, look, if I learned this dance, I would definitely look amazing."
Qin Jingru nodded in agreement: "If you learn this dance, it will look beautiful, but you might be a little shorter."
"Why?" Wang Xirou asked, puzzled.
"Because I'll break your legs."
"No, what's wrong with this dance!"
"Nothing much, you need to study, it has nothing to do with dancing. If you put all your energy into this, I'll break your legs."
Wang Xirou: ……
The little girl, unable to do anything about her childish old mother, could only look pitifully at Wang Shouren.
Wang Shouren also knew it was his turn to speak: "You can learn it, but it cannot be your main profession."
“Look, Mom and Dad both told me I can learn it!” Wang Xirou looked at Qin Jingru again, trying to provoke a confrontation between the two so she could take advantage of the situation.
"Hmm, it can't be my main job." As someone who had already been admitted to university, Qin Jingru was completely unmoved by such petty tricks of sowing discord.
The workers' performances were a mix of good and bad.
They were just average workers in the three workshops.
It was the technical department's performance that truly impressed Wang Shouren. To be fair, these college students really knew how to put on a show. They were all talented singers and dancers; according to Song Qiao, it was only because the conditions weren't right, otherwise, they planned to embellish the stage for an even better effect.
Amidst cheers, the final act, the shadow puppet show, took to the stage.
This shadow puppet troupe was an old one. By the time they came on stage, it was getting a little dark, and just then, the lights were turned on, making it even clearer for the audience.
The entire venue fell silent. What followed was a visual feast.
The shadow puppets came to life in the hands of the old troupe leader, even attracting the attention of someone like Wang Shouren who wasn't particularly interested in such things.
My mind was slowly drawn to that tiny shadow.
It wasn't until the final curtain fell that I realized it was already evening.
Xu Weiwei went on stage, and behind her, she was pushing a large object covered by a curtain.
It immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Just before the show started, the factory manager told you that he had a surprise for you. Do you remember?"
"Remember!"
The audience was getting excited, but the factory manager said, "This can't be mentioned beforehand. If it is, everyone will lose interest in watching the performance. What could be more important than watching a performance?"
At least, the people in the audience were very much looking forward to it.
"Well!" Xu Weiwei paused for a moment, then smiled slightly amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, "I don't know either."
"Tch~"
A chorus of boos erupted from below.
"Let the factory manager reveal the answer himself."
Wang Shouren walked onto the stage, took the microphone from Xu Weiwei, and said with a smile to the people below, "Alright, it's getting late, so I won't keep you in suspense any longer. The logistics department has already prepared your year-end bonuses for this year. It's doubled from last year's. As for what the standard was last year, you can ask the senior employees around you. On top of that, you'll also receive three catties of pork and one catty of White Rabbit milk candy, for everyone..."
Wang Shouren hadn't finished speaking yet.
A burst of enthusiastic cheers immediately erupted from the audience.
Putting aside other daily necessities, three pounds of pork and a pound of White Rabbit milk candy are enough to drive anyone crazy.
These days, White Rabbit milk candy is quite scarce. Even if the factory distributes it, it's usually the fruit-flavored hard candy. Anyone who goes out with a White Rabbit milk candy is incredibly prestigious. Besides, it's usually sold one or two pieces at a time. Giving out a whole pound at once is enough to drive them crazy. Actually, this was something Wang Shouren worked very hard to obtain.
The main reason is that Qin Family Village doesn't produce these things, so he traded a lot of eggs and chicken for them.
The replacement process was a bit of a headache. But anyway, the result was good.
"Alright, alright," Wang Shouren said, urging, "Also, you all have the raffle tickets I gave you earlier, right?"
"I'm holding it!"
The audience echoed in agreement; this was a test paper that the workshop director had repeatedly emphasized, and it was essential to have it in hand.
“Then!” Wang Shouren turned around, exerted his strength, and pulled.
As the red cloth fell, a brand-new BJ80 motorcycle appeared before everyone. Next to it were five bicycles and ten radios.
At that moment, Xu Weiwei also came on stage with a box.
"Tonight, there will be first, second, and third prizes. The numbers on your tickets are your lottery numbers. If you are drawn, you can take the prize home immediately."
This caused chaos among the audience.
Xiuli quickly tugged at Zuo Yan's sleeve: "Master, what does that mean?"
She didn't quite understand the rules.
Zuo Yan understood. He took out the ticket that had been given to him and placed it in front of his mother and Xiuli, saying, "It's for the lottery. If we draw the same number as ours, then we'll win a prize."
"So the motorcycle, bicycle, and radio are all like that?" Xiuli asked, somewhat incredulous.
"Yes, all of those. But there's only one motorcycle, five bicycles, and ten radios. Our factory has about a thousand people, so I doubt it's possible." Zuo Yan was quite calm. His luck had never been great. Although he was excited, he knew he probably wouldn't win.
But most people here believe they are chosen ones.
I was incredibly excited.
"Honey, how much does that motorcycle cost? Why is there only one?" Xiuli didn't quite understand.
"Oh, I heard that they'll start delivering them to department stores next year. Each one will cost five or six thousand yuan, which is more expensive than all those other brands combined."
"Five or six thousand?!" Xiuli was shocked by the number. She remembered that a few days ago, Zuo's mother and Zuo Yan were discussing buying the small house next door. She remembered clearly that the owner of that house wanted to sell it for 800 yuan, but they thought it was too expensive and planned to negotiate the price down to between 500 and 600 yuan. So, a motorcycle could buy 10 houses?!
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