Xing Baohua set the recording date for the morning after tomorrow. He aims to record all the songs that can be recorded.
That evening, Xing Baohua told Wang Weibao and Su Ya to pack their things and go to District J for a reception. Rooms had already been arranged there; they could simply move in.
"Why did you suddenly move to this location? This place is closer to the symphony orchestra!" Su Ya asked Xing Baohua from the car.
“There are two songs that need to be sung by members of the Suzhou Troupe. To make it easier to arrange accommodations here, I actually wanted them to stay with us. Unfortunately, they are all disciplined and cannot go out freely,” Xing Baohua explained.
Xing Baohua then turned to Wang Weibao in the back row and said, "Have you seen the new sheet music? If not, have the band practice overtime starting tomorrow, and we'll prepare to record the day after tomorrow. Also, give me three days to borrow the Su group so I can record their songs first."
“The band is fine, the score has already been arranged. If time is tight, then write out a few more sheets of score for practice,” Wang Weibao said.
Xing Baohua nodded and continued driving.
After completing the check-in procedures, Xing Baohua was assigned to the second floor, Zou Wenjuan to the third floor, and Wang Weibao to the fifth floor.
Rooms are limited, so we have to stay separately, and the conditions here are much better than the guesthouses over there.
Xing Baohua's room is a bit larger, with a small private reception room. It can easily seat ten people for a meeting.
Li Wengang was worried that Xing Baohua might want to hold a small meeting or something, so he specially arranged a room for cadres.
A double bed, the kind that looks really comfortable, and a separate bathroom.
Actually, it's similar to a business suite.
Xing Baohua was very satisfied with this, but it was a pity that he could only stay for a few days.
The next day, while eating in the cafeteria, they ran into the people from the Su Group, especially Dalia and her friend, who greeted Xing Baohua with smiles.
Dalia walked over generously and said, "You're here early today. Would you like to come with us to the filming location?"
"I can't go today. I'm staying here right now, on the second floor."
"Which room number?" asked Kiwa.
"233, what's wrong?" Xing Baohua asked.
“We’re in 307, comrade. It’s convenient to talk to you about work now,” Kiva said with a smile.
“If you’re not filming today, take a break. I’ll pick you up tonight and take you to other locations for filming,” Xing Baohua said.
Xing Baohua didn't mention the advertisement shoot, to avoid misunderstandings. If their boss found out and did something unrelated to the original plan, it would be troublesome. It wouldn't affect him much, but he was worried it might affect the two girls.
It would be good enough if they could get the person out of there.
Zou Wenjuan asked Xing Baohua, "What did you just say to them?"
"We shoot commercials at night so they can get some rest during the day."
"oh!"
Why are you asking this?
“Didn’t you notice the girl’s expression when she looked at you just now? Right, Teacher Wang?” Zou Wenjuan said.
Wang Weibao shook his head with a wry smile. He couldn't participate in this discussion, and in fact, he didn't want to. It wouldn't be good to say too much.
"Eat your food and mind your own business."
“What do you mean by meddling? I’m telling you to be mindful of the consequences, understand?” Zou Wenjuan said with a deliberately serious expression.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your concern, Comrade!"
"..." Zou Wenjuan was completely bewildered. Why did she suddenly switch to Russian? Who could understand her?!
What does the last sentence mean?
"Comrade" means.
"I don't care if you call me comrade!" Zou Wenjuan said, quickly finished her breakfast, and turned to leave.
Xing Baohua instructed Wang Weibao to focus on practicing the band's activities today.
The three of them got into the car and headed to the symphony orchestra. After dropping off the two, Xing Baohua quickly went to Director Wang's place.
They carefully selected the timing, found the right costumes and props, and even a makeup artist. In the end, Director Wang even brought in that retired makeup artist.
Commercials on television don't require high-level makeup; even on a large, cinematic screen, the skill level of the makeup isn't immediately apparent.
Besides, they're all playing themselves, so whether they wear makeup or not doesn't matter. The only exception is the photos used for poster shoots, which require a bit more effort to prepare.
"Have you found a foreign teacher yet?" Xing Baohua asked Director Wang.
"We found him. He'll be here at seven tonight. He's from a teachers' college and his hometown is Sarajevo!" Director Wang said.
"Oh! Yugoslavia!" Xing Baohua nodded. At that time, the two countries were considered to be among the closest to each other.
"The only problem is that I'm a bit bald, and I'm worried that the effect won't be good," Director Wang said again.
"It's alright, being bald is good! It shows the characteristics of an intellectual, a mental worker. That's how you play the role of a professor," Xing Baohua said with a smile.
"No need to pretend, he is a professor by nature."
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