The air in the room seemed to freeze instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Nanqing. She subconsciously lowered her eyes, a trace of nervousness flashed across her face, and then she quickly stood at attention and responded loudly: "The report was compiled by me."
Shen Nanqing couldn't help but murmur in her heart. In her previous life, she had been through many battles and had dealt with all kinds of big scenes. She had seen all kinds of battles.
But the man in front of him had too strong aura, exuding an alluring majesty. His aura was fully revealed in every move he made. He was completely different from an ordinary civilian cadre. He looked more like a general who had been on the battlefield and commanded thousands of troops.
She subconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes slightly, trying to keep herself calm.
Seeing this, Deputy Group Leader Zhong raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of imperceptible approval flashed across his eyes, and he walked closer to Shen Nanqing and continued to ask: "The creative process must not be easy, tell me where the inspiration comes from."
She was very familiar with these two dance dramas and had performed them countless times.
One is based on the tragic history of Jinling City, calling on everyone to remember history and pray for peace.
One is to convey the everlasting national soul.
She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, raised her head, looked at Deputy Commander Zhong firmly, and spoke clearly with a clear and powerful voice, breaking the original silence in the office.
In fact, when Deputy Director Zhong saw Shen Nanqing, he was skeptical. She was too young, and with her life experience, it was obvious that she did not match the depth of the two dance dramas. Now, after listening to her story, he realized that it was his own stereotype.
There was undisguised admiration in his eyes, a rare smile on his face, he raised his head and gently patted Shen Nanqing on the shoulder, his tone was full of expectation: "Little comrade, you have a lot of ideas and talents. Our General Political Department needs talents like you. Do you want to go to the General Political Department with me to develop?"
Shen Nanqing expected this question. She pretended to be shocked, thought for a moment, then raised her head with a firm look and said sincerely, "Commander, thank you very much for your appreciation, but I can't bear to leave my current art troupe. There are my comrades here who have fought together. I want to stay and continue to contribute to our grassroots art career."
As soon as the words fell, Song Huaizhi frowned, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her eyes were full of worry, and she finally couldn't help but speak out to dissuade him.
She said with a bit of urgency and earnestness: "Nanqing, you have to think it over carefully! The General Political Department is what many people dream of. It's a bigger stage that can allow you to fully display your talents and have better development opportunities. This is no small matter. Think about it carefully."
Song Huaizhi said as she gently pulled Ana Shen's arm, as if she wanted to use this small action to make her change her mind.
Facing Song Huaizhi's expectant eyes, Shen Nanqing felt mixed emotions.
She bit her lip and said firmly again: "I still want to stay."
Song Huaizhi sighed slightly and patted her on the shoulder: "Just think it through. I respect your choice."
Deputy Commander Zhong was watching this scene from the side, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Okay, you have your own ideas, you are a good comrade, no matter where you are, you must work hard!"
In fact, refusing to go to the General Political Department was a decision Shen Nanqing made after careful consideration.
Not to mention that the tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind, others have all passed the selection, and if she is parachuted in, she will definitely be criticized.
Secondly, the General Political Department's stage is indeed large, but the chances of problems are also high. She can choreograph and compose music, but the ideology she has been influenced by is incompatible with this era in many aspects. Now is a turbulent era, and the outside world is too tense. If she is not careful, she will be doomed. She had better stay calm.
To put it bluntly, she just doesn't seek to make progress. She just wants to protect herself and lie down. Honor and career are what she has pursued in her previous life. Life is impermanent, so enjoy it while you can.
The afterglow of the setting sun casts a layer of warm orange gauze over the sky. The outlines of the red brick and tile houses become softer in the twilight. The smoke from the chimneys blends with the thickening twilight. The air is filled with the aroma of food, making the family compound full of the smell of fireworks.
At the gate of the family compound, there is a striking sign with the words "Machinery Factory Family Compound" written in large, strong and powerful characters. This is from Shen's father.
Shen Nanqing stood at the gate and was reluctant to go in. Perhaps she was too nervous to go home, and she didn't know how to face the Shen family.
"Hey, Qingqing, come back." The woman shouted sharply.
Shen Nanqing's heart tightened. He knew without even looking that it was Li Haoxuan's mother, Li Yanhong.
She turned around reluctantly, only to see that Li Yanhong's originally narrow eyes narrowed slightly, like two thin slits, revealing a cunning light, and her thin lips pulled into a smile that seemed warm but was actually calculating.
Li Yanhong shouted and hurried over in small steps.
"Why didn't you go back with Xiaoxuan?" Li Yanhong came closer and looked Shen Nanqing up and down. Without waiting for Shen Nanqing to answer, she continued to talk to herself: "Qingqing, the deputy director of our factory is going to retire due to illness recently. Your uncle has worked diligently for so many years, and it's time for him to make some progress. This time, you have to say a few good words in front of your father."
As she spoke, she "snapped" and grabbed Shen Nanqing's body tightly. Her body was sticky with sweat, which made Shen Nanqing feel a little nauseous.
Shen Nanqing pulled out his own phone, a trace of annoyance flashed across his face, and he responded coldly: "Aunt Li, I'm usually very busy with work. Although I work with Li Haoxuan in the same group, I can't talk to him. I really don't know whether he will come back or not. As for Uncle Li's work, I don't know anything. The factory will definitely have a suitable arrangement."
Li Yanhong was stunned for a moment when she heard this. In the past, whenever she asked something, this girl would always respond. Thinking about how she had just intended to distance herself from her son, she had an answer in her heart.
"Tell me honestly, did Xiaoxuan bully you? Don't be angry, I will definitely teach you a lesson when you come back."
She seemed not to notice Shen Nanqing's indifference, and continued to chatter: "You two have been close since childhood, and now you are both grown up, shouldn't you consider marriage?"
You can't wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.
Shen Nanqing raised her voice and said, "Aunt Li, you don't know yet! If Li Haoxuan is dating someone, you will get what you want and drink the wife's tea. Li Haoxuan and I were only in our childhood. Don't bring it up again in the future. It's not good for the girl to hear it."
At this time, there were many people entering the door. Everyone was from the same courtyard and knew each other. Shen Nanqing did this on purpose to prevent Li Yanhong from always talking about their childhood sweethearts and ruining her reputation.
After that, Shen Nanqing turned around and walked quickly into the family compound, leaving Li Yanhong standing there in a daze.
The smile on her face froze instantly, and then her face was full of resentment. After a moment, she muttered softly: "This little brat, what is he doing again? He can't even coax a little girl."
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