“I don’t know much about your situation. But money can be earned slowly! Why are you in such a hurry? If you really can’t continue working because of a lack of money, then it would be better to go back to the machine factory and be your director, wouldn’t it?” Su Ya said softly.
“You don’t understand! Well, whether it’s going to a machine factory or working for someone else, I’m just not cut out for being a wage earner. I never want to work for someone else in my life,” Xing Baohua said solemnly to Su Ya.
"I can't help you much, and I don't know how. If you're happy, I'll be there for you. If you're unhappy, I'll still be there for you. If you're angry, well, you can hit me to calm down."
Xing Baohua was so moved by these words that she almost burst into tears.
He patted Su Ya's head and said softly, "You silly girl, don't worry, I'll never hit you in this lifetime."
Then he held up a finger and said to Su Ya, "Even if I touch a single finger of yours."
Su Ya looked at Xing Baohua's fingers, blinked, blushed and said shyly, "Hey! You've already moved them, and it still hurts!"
Xing Baohua stopped thinking instantly.
"I'm talking seriously here, and you're making a suggestive joke?"
The scene was a complete disaster, and then there was this finger. Xing Baohua felt like he'd been struck by lightning.
Just as she was about to say something, Su Ya said to Xing Baohua, "Why is that female table tennis player only looking at you?"
"Perhaps I'm too charming."
"You! Only I would be interested in you." Su Ya chuckled as she said this.
Half an hour later, Xing Baohua asked Su Ya to wait for him while he went backstage to check on Zou Wenjuan's outfit.
She saw several people busily doing her hair. Guo Hongxia was using a hairdryer to dry it vigorously.
Several artists styled her, which is probably unprecedented and will likely never be repeated. Makeup artists can also be considered artists.
He's older and more experienced, but his techniques are a bit outdated. Luckily, Xing Baohua came to take a look, otherwise the makeup would have been quite outstanding.
The blush is a bit too heavy; it looks like stage makeup. This isn't a play or a movie; a lighter touch would be better.
Xing Baohua told the old woman her request. The old woman nodded in agreement and began to reapply the powder.
Not far away, I saw someone giving Grandpa Li a quick dusting of powder, making his face look much cleaner. He also put on a suit that he had somehow found.
Xing Baohua gave him a thumbs up.
A short while later, Li Wengang came over with a piece of paper in his hand and asked Xing Baohua, "The host just asked me what your band's name is. It's not on the list, so we'll need to announce it later."
"A name? It hasn't been chosen yet?"
"..." Li Wengang glanced at him speechlessly and said, "Hurry up and think of something!"
"Fire Rose, yes, let's call it Fire Rose," Xing Baohua said loudly.
"You're just coming up with a random name! Think about it again."
"No, let's call it Fire Rose," Xing Baohua said firmly.
"Okay!" Li Wengang wrote "Fire Rose" on the paper and turned to leave.
Xing Baohua was also a little annoyed. Why hadn't he thought of a name for the band before?
Around five o'clock, the troupe's cooking team began distributing food in batches.
Xing Baohua and Su Ya also got to enjoy a meal.
Two steamed buns per person, with dried radish and dried meat as side dishes. This must be a marching ration!
The only difference at Su Tuan's place was that the steamed buns had been replaced with bread. There also seemed to be bottled milk.
During the meal, a leader came out and gave a speech to everyone, which Xing Baohua heard was nothing more than words of encouragement.
Around 6 a.m., the auditorium started to fill up.
Xing Baohua and Su Ya occupied the best seats in the third row. The first two rows were reserved for the leaders.
Today's performance is for industry insiders only; tickets are not available to the general public.
Having a ticket is like having an invitation. But even if you have a ticket and look for a seat, it doesn't count.
Just find a place to sit.
Of course, those who know the rules know who sits in front, and not many dare to sit there.
People came in one after another and quietly sat down. Then some high-ranking officials also came in. There were even some foreign guests. Most of them sat at the front.
Xing Baohua was lucky; there were foreigners on both sides of her. She listened to their greetings, but couldn't understand a single word.
At this moment, Xing Baohua revealed her social skills. She tentatively greeted the other person in English, and luckily, the other person also spoke a foreign language.
I learned that the one on the left came from Switzerland, and the one on the right came from some country called Hungary.
Okay, Hungary does have a very friendly relationship with China. As for what Switzerland is doing here?
When the senior leader took the stage to speak, Xing Baohua could not quietly talk to the foreigner to her left.
When the performance began, Xing Baohua finally asked the man's name. The Swiss man's name was Edwin Reading.
A businessman was invited by the local authorities to join a European delegation to explore cooperation opportunities.
Xing Baohua tentatively continued, "Reding, do you know Ericsson?"
"You know Ericsson too?"
"Yes, I'm a telecommunications terminal manufacturer, how could I not know Ericsson? I recently signed a strategic cooperation agreement with Motorola."
Xing Baohua started spouting nonsense with a straight face again, actually just trying to test what the other party did. If there was a possibility of cooperation, Xing Baohua would have to get close to them!
Whether it's Eastern Europe, Western Europe, or Northern Europe, these are all huge markets! To enter them, you need to get to know these people.
Sure enough, this Mr. Reading became somewhat interested in the motorcycle cooperation that Xing Baohua mentioned.
"What specific area of collaboration? Can you give me a hint?" Redding asked Xing Baohua in a low voice, watching the performance in front of him.
“Analog-to-digital converter and digital baseband module,” Xing Baohua said with a sly smile.
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