The staff shouted several times in a row, just when Jiang Si was about to raise her feet and follow the crowd.
Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind.
Jiang Si was a little surprised and turned around, and found that it was the two people she met at the entrance of the Artists Association that day.
Compared to the exquisiteness and neatness that day, today both of them looked a little more embarrassed.
Vice President Fang was particularly impressed. He saw that her knees were covered with dirt and snow, and she was limping as she walked.
Jiang Si stepped forward and helped her. Although they didn't talk much that day, the kindness in each other's eyes could not be faked.
"Your knee is hurt, do you need to be taken to the hospital?"
Fang Wenjun shook her head. Today's heavy snow came suddenly and all the buses in the square were delayed.
She had no choice but to walk over.
It just so happened that the small mural group didn't have much to do today, so Qiu Yashu came along as well.
But as they were walking, her little disciple suddenly slipped.
Fang Wenjun instinctively pulled her, and as a result, they both fell to the ground.
Fortunately, she protected her wrist at the critical moment, otherwise the coloring work of the second half of the mural would definitely be delayed.
Fang Wenjun looked scared: "It's nothing, I just accidentally fell on the road."
"By the way, Comrade Jiang, I seemed to have heard some emergency notice just now. What happened?"
Jiang Si arrived only a few minutes earlier than them, and she was not sure about the specific situation.
She guessed that there might be a problem with the wall coating in the mural area.
"What?"
Upon hearing that something went wrong here, Fang Wenjun's face, which was already pale from the cold, now lost all color.
This task is both an honor and a difficult challenge for their Artists Association.
If the project cannot be completed successfully, it may be defined as a lack of positive propaganda ideas, and in serious cases it may even be labeled a major accident.
At this time, Fang Wenjun didn't care about the pain in her knee.
"Let's go to the meeting point."
The meeting point is in the meeting room on the first floor of the building next door.
After Huo Tingzhou sent the person to the door of the conference room, he consciously stayed in the corridor waiting for news like other members of the working group.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room was very depressing.
"You all take a seat."
After President Zhou and everyone else sat down, he changed his usual friendly expression.
He started by scolding Liang Guodong, the person in charge of the mural construction team.
"What's the point of you hanging your head now? I have repeatedly warned you before that you must be well prepared for rain and snow."
"Now all members of the painting team are in place and the scaffolding has been set up."
"You tell me at this moment that there is a problem with the coating on the mural. How can I explain this to these people?"
After this incident, Liang Guodong felt a little aggrieved besides blaming himself.
Seeing this, other project team members also helped to speak a few public words.
"President, this can't actually be blamed on Team Leader Liang."
“This time they have widened the eaves above the mural by 80 centimeters.”
"The tarpaulin has been hung, and two layers of straw mats have been added in front. They have done all the necessary preparations."
But no one expected that there would be such a strong wind in Beijing last night, and this area happened to be at the wind's outlet.
This morning, when they saw the oilcloth and straw mats being blown all over the place, it seemed as if the sky had fallen.
What made people even more desperate was that the strong wind blew up the snow particles, which directly wet at least one-third of the wall coating that had been left to dry for almost a month.
At first glance, the impact seems to be minor, but after being soaked in snow water all night, the walls have begun to peel off in some places.
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