Xing Baohua woke up groggily in the morning and turned her head to see that Ren Jianchao was also asleep.
Seeing the table littered with leftover food and empty bottles, Xing Baohua muttered, "How much did he drink last night? This guy can really hold his liquor."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to clear his head, Xing Baohua saw Ren Jianchao also wake up. He smiled wryly and said, "You got me drunk yesterday, and now my head is throbbing."
“I remember you were still sitting before I lay down. You're the one who got me drunk, aren't you? Wash up, let’s go out and get some breakfast.” Xing Baohua said as she went out to wash up.
Around nine o'clock in the morning, the deputy director of the political department of District J was looking at a report and listening to a recording of Xing Baohua's speech from the previous night.
There were a few other people in his office, sitting upright on the sofa listening together.
Xing Baohua wanted to take advantage of others, but in reality, his entire background had been exposed. In front of such a massive machine, everything was laid bare.
It was Xing Baohua's loose tongue that caused all this trouble. Why bring up America for no reason? You wouldn't know unless you investigated; once you do, you find out he's a complete scoundrel.
After listening to the recording, Barbie Hsu asked her subordinates to give their opinions.
One of them said, "According to feedback from the Shandong garrison, there is an electronics factory in a local village. The Ministry of Equipment has contacted the village and confirmed that it does produce audio equipment. Moreover, it has been confirmed by the villagers and workers in the factory that the equipment is intended for export."
"Where's the phone?" Big S asked.
"It's probably not in production yet, or even designed yet. But the calculators produced by his company's machinery factory are his doing. As for the R&D phone number Xing Baohua mentioned, after comprehensive analysis, it seems quite credible. We've already contacted the communications department to inquire, and according to the digital signal function he mentioned, we already have it."
"You mean the phones we use have already entered the era of digital communication? Then won't the United States have too?" Big S asked.
"The cost is relatively high, and only important lines will have digital signals."
“I understand. If necessary, your department should keep an eye on it. Once his product comes out, study it, and if there’s a backdoor, you can borrow it,” said Director S.
"Yes." After saying that, the man saluted and walked out.
Deputy Regiment Commander Zhu was also in the room, sitting there upright. The Chief of Staff said to him, "This little guy is quite interesting! He doesn't even want a back door."
"I guess they want to borrow some of our things," Deputy Regiment Commander Zhu said.
"It's only polite to reciprocate. If you give and don't receive, it's impolite. You decide what to do. Help him if you can, since you'll need his connections later," said the eldest sister.
"Yes," Deputy Regiment Commander Zhu saluted and left.
At this time, Xing Baohua, along with Teacher Ren and Teacher Li, had already arrived at the performing arts troupe.
Xing Baohua and Teacher Li registered at the entrance.
Teacher Ren said, "Otherwise, you can wear all green too. We have special talents who can be recruited through special channels. If you wear green, it won't be so troublesome."
"Come on, Teacher Ren, how am I supposed to be a talent?" Xing Baohua laughed to cover it up.
Ren Jianchao didn't ask any more questions. The group arrived at the rehearsal hall, where some people had already started practicing.
The conductor has changed, and a different piece of music is being rehearsed.
After the rehearsal was over, Ren Jianchao went over to say hello and handed the conductor the piece that he and Teacher Li had worked on the previous day.
The conductor called over a few people, gave them blank sheet music, and had them start copying it. Many people copied it.
Xing Baohua saw it and thought to himself, "If we had printers, would we need to go through all this trouble? I'll find a chance to send two over."
Li Wengang arrived at some unknown time, so he first greeted Ren Jianchao and exchanged a few words.
Then someone approached Xing Baohua and asked, "Do you want 'The Dawn Is Quiet'?"
“Yes, there’s a song that would be suitable,” Xing Baohua said.
"Should we cut it the same way?"
Seeing Xing Baohua nod, Li Wengang turned and left.
Grandpa Li, having nothing else to do but sit and watch, came over and asked Xing Baohua, "I feel like I'm being a bit redundant. Should I go back first? I can't really help anyway."
"I'll be able to help you in a minute. If you're not comfortable sitting there, why don't you go out and have a few packs of cigarettes to relieve your boredom?"
"Go to hell, with several packs of cigarettes? You want to smoke me to death?" Old Li actually went out for a smoke.
Xing Baohua thought to himself, if there isn't anyone in the troupe with a suitable voice, then Grandpa Li will have to step in. He can't get the right feel for it without a few packs of cigarettes to warm him up.
After copying the score, we started practicing.
Professional orchestras pick things up quickly; after two runs and three or four people looking at the score, it's almost finished.
Let's start singing then. The troupe has the most contact with Su Ge. His rhythm and breath control are excellent.
The male singer in the troupe took out his sheet music and began to sing.
It's not that the singing was bad, but it lacked a certain something. It lacked a certain magnetism.
A voice that can make *** cry is no ordinary voice.
Even Ren Jianchao frowned slightly upon hearing this. He turned to Xing Baohua and asked, "Where's Lao Li?"
"Warming up at the door?" Fortunately, Xing Baohua had the foresight to let Grandpa Li smoke a few cigarettes to warm up.
Ren Jianchao called Grandpa Li in and asked him to go on stage and sing. A little confused, Grandpa Li didn't know what was going on. It wasn't that he was stage-frightened, but rather that he felt he wasn't suited to sing.
Everyone here is a professional, what is he?
However, when the conductor asked him to sing, he did; the conductor has the final say.
This old man is truly something else. Once on stage, he first adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, gathered his emotions, and calmed his breath. Then he looked at the conductor, signaling that he was ready.
He did it again and again, until he was exhausted. He even added harmonies along the way – all sorts of sounds and colors – to find the best combination.
If Grandpa Li knew that Xing Baohua was using him as a pawn, he'd probably be jumping up and down in a panic.
Half an hour later, Li Wengang came over again and said, "The film is ready, shall we go take a look?"
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