We didn't drink any alcohol that night; it was just for fun.
Perhaps noticing that Xing Baohua was running out of energy in the second half, he looked somewhat tired.
The two girls used their superb hot dog-making skills to ignite the burning fire in Xing Baohua's heart.
This reminded Xing Baohua of the PCI graphics card slot on the motherboard. A dual graphics card setup.
Dual-channel firefight, advancing by both land and water.
There's also a critic who specializes in gut tasting. It's a mix of joy and exhaustion.
Xing Baohua estimated that it would take a week of eating kidneys to make up for the losses.
The variety of gameplay is astounding; even PUBG Mobile has never been this exciting.
After 2 a.m., the three of them were too lazy to move while lying in bed.
Daliya said she hoped Xing Baohua could go to 'Screwdriver'.
Xing Baohua thought to himself, "Why would a ghost want to go to that place?"
Of course, you can't say it like this: "I will go. But I can't go anytime soon."
We need to wait until the powerful Soviet Union disbands before we rush over and make some profits. Who would go if there were no benefits?
The three exchanged addresses and phone numbers before seeing the two off.
As expected, Xing Baohua was woken up by a knock on the door again the next day.
Too lazy to open the door.
I only felt a little more energetic after getting dressed and washing up.
His face was still a little pale, and his legs felt unsteady.
When I opened the door, there was no one outside.
She walked alone to the restaurant. Zou Wenjuan and Wang Weibao were eating there.
Xing Baohua brought the food over, sat down, and said to Zou Wenjuan, "Why don't you say a few words?"
"What did you say!"
“You’re usually quite talkative, aren’t you? I haven’t heard you nagging today,” Xing Baohua said.
"What's wrong with you! You complain that I'm nagging when I talk, but when I don't talk, you think I'm not nagging. Are you trying to drive me crazy?!" Zou Wenjuan said to Xing Baohua with an angry expression.
Wang Weibao chuckled, finished his meal, and quickly left.
Xing Baohua touched his nose and said, "I'm just used to it. It's really hard to get used to not having any sound all of a sudden."
"What a terrible habit," Zou Wenjuan said, pouting, her head already turned to see the Suzhou delegation queuing up.
She whispered to Xing Baohua again, "They're leaving today."
"I know!"
Aren't you going to see them off?
Xing Baohua stuffed a small steamed bun into his mouth, chewed a few times, and said, "Send it to them! Their train is this afternoon, I'll go directly to the station this afternoon."
"Those two girls are really good."
“You’re not bad either, so give it your all today! They sing one song a day, you can’t let them down! We’re short on time,” Xing Baohua said.
"You're looking down on me, aren't you!" Zou Wenjuan stood up and walked back when she saw that Xing Baohua was almost finished eating.
The three arrived at the recording studio, where the band was already ready.
After Zou Wenjuan arrived, she quickly bowed to all the teachers.
Recording begins. There's nothing to worry about; Zou Wenjuan's singing skills speak for themselves.
Xing Baohua gave some instructions to Teacher Li and Wang Weibao, and then left.
He wanted to go back to Director Wang's office to check the effectiveness of the advertisement.
As per Xing Baohua's requirements, there were two versions, one for domestic and one for international audiences, each lasting 10 seconds, then 15 seconds, then 30 seconds, and finally a 1-minute version.
The shorter ads are placed on CCTV, while the longer ones are placed on local TV stations.
If Xing Baohua remembered correctly, the advertising placement fee was calculated per second, based on the price.
Director Wang wanted Xing Baohua to play the background music for the advertisement.
"How could this guy possibly know how!" he said. "For such trivial matters, ask Teacher Li. Have him review it a few more times. If he doesn't compose some music soon, I reckon he'll be completely out of touch with reality."
Director Wang could only nod with a wry smile. Then the topic of dubbing came up again. According to Director Wang, the original cast would record the audio directly.
Xing Baohua thought about it and agreed.
Since we've already rented a recording studio, let's just record.
After agreeing on a time, Director Wang revised the script.
Then Director Wang's photographer had already developed the photos for the portrait, which came in a very thick kraft paper bag.
We have several hundred photos; let Xing Baohua pick out a few.
This guy was spoiled for choice; every single one of them looked pleasing to the eye. Finally, he selected a few dozen and set them aside to let his gaze settle.
Xing Baohua found a photo and, carrying it with him, approached the busy Director Wang and said, "You need to speed things up here. The Luzhong factory is about to be built and put into operation. I won't have much time to come to the provincial capital to oversee this part later."
"Don't worry, I can manage to finish even without you. Just make sure you're there in time when we need money, otherwise it will really waste time," Director Wang said.
"The salary will not be delayed." Xing Baohua said and left.
It wasn't until Director Wang and the others left that they realized their wages were just small change!
It was almost noon, so Xing Baohua ate something nearby. He had to go to the station to see someone off around 1 p.m.
First, go to the logistics department in district J to refuel. Li Wengang gave him a gas station passbook, which he used to refuel.
He filled up the tank, and no one charged him; they just stamped a document.
You can leave now.
It's convenient, but there seem to be too many loopholes. What if someone comes to refuel with a fake certificate? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?
After filling up the gas tank, I went to the train station, bought a platform ticket for one cent, and headed straight to the platform.
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