"What time will the leaders arrive for their inspection?" Director Wang asked hurriedly. This was all so sudden; he didn't know how to prepare.
"They called me before I was even awake this morning, I was totally confused! Anyway, get everyone organized to clean up first. The rest of you can get on with your work. I also called Lao Li and told him to come over right away," Xing Baohua instructed.
"Why did you decide to bring him back?" Director Wang asked, while wondering to himself if he didn't want Old Li to continue working, since this film was made for that series.
If he stops working on the music, will he still be making the play? Will the leaders come to inspect or conduct a formality? I was so busy just now that I forgot.
"I contacted the J District Cultural Troupe. They have professional bands and choirs, which are just as good as those in Luzhong! The key is that the cost is lower," Xing Baohua explained.
Director Wang breathed a sigh of relief. This kid didn't finish his sentence, which had kept him on tenterhooks.
Screenwriter Li and the students arrived one after another. Director Wang began directing the cleaning. The students had nothing in their hands, so Xing Baohua gritted her teeth and told them to go buy some, the faster the better.
When Guo Hongxia arrived and saw everyone busy, she asked, "Why did you suddenly do a big clean-up?"
"Don't ask any more questions, get back to work! Oh, and you need to hurry back to the school and tell Director Li that higher-ups are coming to inspect the work here."
Xing Baohua said hurriedly.
"So I can report to that level of leader."
"Anyway, a very, very big one." Xing Baohua didn't know exactly who it was. He thought Deputy Regiment Commander Zhu was big enough.
I remember watching a variety show where an old man named Huang, who often performed in sketches, was apparently the director of the August 1st Film Studio, a major general or lieutenant general.
Even if the cultural troupe of District J is one level lower, the rank would still be at least a senior colonel. Anyway, there were no military ranks at this time, so you couldn't tell the rank. They all had messengers with them, so the rank couldn't be low. The messenger was probably a bodyguard or something.
Upon hearing Xing Baohua's words, Guo Hongxia turned and ran outside. When she met Chen Liang, a student council member, she instructed him, "You organize the students to clean up quickly. I'm going to report to the school leaders. Also, make sure the students tidy up their clothes. Those wearing patched clothes should go back and change. I'm worried it might affect the work when the leaders come to inspect."
Chen Liang quickly got back to work.
Xing Baohua was also busy working. Chen Liang noticed that one of Xing Baohua's classmates had patches on his sleeve, so he went over and said, "Go back and change your clothes first. It won't look good if the leaders see this."
Upon hearing this, Xing Baohua turned to look at the student and said, "Don't change it. This is how you show your simplicity."
Since Xing Baohua had spoken, Chen Liang couldn't say anything.
Director Li, an older woman, brought over an elderly man in his fifties or sixties, who was said to be the school's vice principal, surnamed Zhang.
"Xiao Xing, why did the leaders suddenly come to inspect? They didn't even send a heads-up beforehand. We weren't prepared at all!"
Several people asked questions, which annoyed Xing Baohua. He said, "Director Li, please wait here with Principal Zhang. I'm also confused about the specifics."
"Okay, okay." Fortunately, these two school leaders were reasonable and helped with some work. They would occasionally ask Chen Liang from the student council for some instructions.
Just then, three cars arrived outside Xiaolou's studio. They looked brand new and were all green 212s.
Five people got out of the lead car, two of whom ran in to check their surroundings.
Xing Baohua thought to himself, "Goodness gracious. What kind of big boss has come? It must be a bodyguard who ran in to check the situation."
Upon hearing the sound of the car stop, Director Li waved his hand, and Chen Liang quickly directed the students who had come to work that day to form two rows and stand in a line.
When the leaders came in, Xing Baohua heard two rows of students clapping and shouting slogans, "Welcome, welcome, welcome to the leaders for their inspection."
However, Xing Baohua saw Commander Zhu behind an elderly man again. Li Wengang was following at the very back.
I became even more nervous. Had I gone too far this time? I was supposed to catch a yellow croaker, but I ended up catching a shark.
Regiment Commander Zhu walked up to Xing Baohua first, without introducing the middle-aged man. Although they were both wearing military uniforms, it was impossible to tell their rank.
Xing Baohua could only deduce the other party's rank. It was definitely higher than Commander Zhu's.
"Don't hold this kind of ceremony next time. We're just here for a casual visit," Commander Zhu said.
"Yes, S.S." Xing Baohua quickly stood at attention, his posture not very proper, but earnest. To others, his physique and unprofessional manner made him look somewhat comical.
The school leaders were a bit surprised to see that they were all wearing military uniforms; at first, they thought they were local leaders.
There was no introduction, and the school leaders were aware of this but didn't ask. They all knew in their hearts that the other party was of a high rank.
As we walked into the studio, Xing Baohua explained its history, how it was rented, and how the collaboration with the school took place.
"Providing internship opportunities for impoverished individuals and graduating students is excellent. This is something that should be encouraged," said the middle-aged or elderly leader.
The welcoming students quickly got to work. Seeing this, Xing Baohua thought to himself that it wasn't a waste of time to bring the school leaders here; look at this efficiency! He didn't know if they could actually work seriously on their paintings, but at least their pretentious attitude to deal with the inspection was excellent.
After casually glancing at the students' work, the Great Chief said, "Isn't it a bit lacking to depict such a massive fleet using animation?"
Xing Baohua quickly explained, "S-Director, I had no choice. First, we didn't have the money. As for the animation, I gritted my teeth and persevered."
"What are you trying to express? A simple war scene is unnecessary! Whether it's land battles, naval battles, or air battles, what are you trying to express?" Big S asked directly.
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