Li Wengang said, "Judging from what he said, the scale should be quite large. National propaganda! Naval battle, huh! It's related to the military, so the government is embarrassed to send too few people. Regimental Commander, you'll have to send him a platoon. Otherwise..."
Commander Zhu turned his head and asked, "Otherwise what?"
"That song is very powerful. There are four general managers and seven regional managers. Besides our region, there are six other regional managers plus General Manager Wu, and they all have cultural troupes. Don't you think it's a good deal to exchange a song for support?"
Commander Zhu remained silent.
"Correspondent!"
"arrive"
"Go to the External Liaison Department of District J. I need his detailed information," Commander Zhu said.
"yes."
Xing Baohua and his sister-in-law were walking on the main road, passing through Jing Shi Road, when his sister-in-law finally asked, "What song were you singing just now?"
"I'm just singing nonsense, I don't know either, maybe it's because of some influences from the compound." This guy never tells the truth, anyway, it doesn't cost any money, and besides, you can't just casually mention the things you use for fishing.
Geng Ling bit her lip and said, "Thank you for today. Please write down the song you just sang for me."
Even if I gave it to you, you still wouldn't be able to sing it with the same feeling.
"I'll treat you to dinner, and you can sing the song you just sang for me," Geng Ling said.
"Forget about dinner, I'll sing for you in a while. Now's not the time," Xing Baohua said.
Where do you live?
"Teachers' College Guesthouse. Room 203. What do you want?" Xing Baohua regretted it a little after saying it, afraid that his sister-in-law would knock on the door in the middle of the night, which would be a real sin.
I'm thinking about whether I should move to a different place.
“You need to come again tomorrow,” Geng Ling said.
Why?
“Teacher Li Wengang doesn’t know the place you’re talking about yet. You have to take him there to see it!” Geng Ling said, and Xing Baohua smiled with relief.
He said, "You're so clever, aren't you? You still have a phone, don't you?"
As Xing Baohua spoke, he took out the phone number that Li Wengang had written down for him from his pocket and looked at it.
After the two parted ways, Xing Baohua went back to the studio for a quick look. She was in a good mood today. She said to Director Wang and screenwriter Li, "Let's go get some late-night snacks after work tonight."
"What kind of late-night snack? What kind of late-night snack? It's almost 10 pm after get off work and there are still food vendors? The food vendors are all busy and tired after a long day. Aren't we disturbing their rest after get off work?" Screenwriter Li said bluntly.
Well, my good mood has been ruined again.
Whether to eat it or not, Xing Baohua was thinking of making something for herself that evening and having a little wine.
Guo Hongxia glanced at him a few times, but he pretended not to see her. He went outside to smoke.
As for those artists who are still busy painting, just take it slow.
At some point, Guo Hongxia walked up to Xing Baohua.
Xing Baohua glanced at her sideways, already annoyed. She had run away to avoid her gaze. Now she was following her out again, like a persistent ghost.
"I'm very curious about how you became the factory director. Didn't you say you were 19? How could someone so young become a factory director? And these paintings you made are also quite inexplicable," Guo Hongxia asked.
"Do I need to tell you?" Xing Baohua retorted directly.
Guo Hongxia smiled awkwardly and said, "I know a stall that stays open a little later. I'll go with you to eat there."
Xing Baohua felt an urge to roll her eyes. Could she even eat there? It would be better not to go.
In a fit of anger, I threw away the cigarette and went straight to the guesthouse.
Xing Baohua did want to change instructors, but it was just a thought.
Xing Baohua, who was going to bed early, was woken up by a ringing phone.
When I answered the phone, a voice came through: "Is this Comrade Xing Baohua?"
"I am... Where are you from, and who are you?"
"This is xx district, zz department... Tell me your current work location, your superior, S, is coming to inspect the work." The voice coming from the phone made Xing Baohua's eyes widen, completely waking him from his drowsy state.
He excitedly waved his fist in the air, hoping to get a great deal again, and most importantly, save money, save money, save money.
He immediately picked up the phone again and called Liu Haibo. His sister-in-law answered. She asked: Liu Haibo hadn't gotten up yet.
The only option was to send my sister-in-law to deliver a message: tell Grandpa Li from the publishing house to bring the manuscript he had written to the provincial capital as soon as possible.
I took the bus in the morning and arrived by noon.
In the afternoon, we'll borrow the band from the performing arts troupe to test the effect.
Now that we've finally made this connection, wouldn't it be a shame not to take advantage of it?
Doesn't it cost money to hire a band in central Shandong? A symphony orchestra has so many people; it's not like you'll use them up in just a day or two. Wouldn't it be better to save that money and do something else?
It's really inconvenient not having a telephone these days; it's even difficult to notify others to make preparations.
It would have been good if they had sent a message yesterday! Now we can't contact anyone, what are we going to do!
Xing Baohua waited anxiously outside the studio.
After waiting until a little past eight o'clock, Director Wang came to open the door. Xing Baohua stepped forward and said to him, "The leaders from District J are coming to inspect our work today, so we need to make some preparations."
"When did this happen? I didn't know anything about it. What are you preparing for?" Director Wang asked, looking completely bewildered.
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