Chapter 121 Rehearsal: Everyone lie on the ground and don't move.
After finalizing the program, Qin Xiangxiang returned home with a long face, feeling as if the sky was about to fall.
"Li Jianzhi, you damned man, you cursed me the moment I left home this morning!"
Li Jianzhi blinked: "What's wrong? Did you vote for the play?"
"The ending is even worse than this..." Qin Xiangxiang covered her forehead: "This time I've shot myself in the foot. It would have been enough to lose face once, but now it's a double loss."
"Today's vote result is a play, fine, but many female workers want to do song and dance, so Xue Haiyang simply said to combine the play with song and dance to make a twenty-minute play and song and dance program."
“I called the union and they said that such a program was okay! Since the competition is being held in the stadium, let alone 100 people dancing, even 200 people dancing is fine. Let us dance freely.”
Qin Xiangxiang shook her head and said, "My world has collapsed! I'm going to take so many people to the provincial capital and embarrass myself!"
"Twenty minutes, a full twenty minutes. How was I supposed to get through those twenty minutes? I was so restless and fidgety..."
Li Jianzhi chuckled: "There's still hope for salvage. Jin Ling and the others' play wasn't that bad."
In Li Jianzhi's opinion, the story "Me and My Master" was too idealistic and righteous, making it seem fake and meaningless. The apprentice was single-mindedly striving for success, and the master was also single-mindedly striving for success; the two of them together were spreading positive energy, which was creepy to watch.
Li Jianzhi: "Actually, we could revise the play script. Everyone likes to see a process of going from bad to good and moving upwards."
"The apprentice in the story is initially playful and irresponsible, but under the influence of his master, he gradually grows into a responsible and capable person. This kind of story is more appealing."
Qin Xiangxiang: "Your apprentice is playful and fond of fun? For example?"
"For example, she didn't want to go to work and even tried to pretend to be lame, but she unexpectedly saved the factory workers."
Qin Xiangxiang: "...I feel like you're subtly criticizing me, but what you said makes a lot of sense."
“Our factory is currently lacking people who are good at arts and culture. The play scripts are not good. Xue Haiyang has good lyrics, but he can't write scripts. The others in the factory are not very good either. Everyone’s education level is not very high.”
"I just can't make up stories."
Li Jianzhi chuckled. Although he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. Putting aside the cultural aspects, just considering the storytelling aspect alone, later online literature had developed the storytelling aspect to the extreme.
Some people are born storytellers, especially those who are good at imagination or "exaggeration," like Li Bai, who wrote "The waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the ninth heaven."
For example, there's Bai Yun's sister-in-law across the street. Li Jianzhi thinks she has some talent. When Gou Qiang deliberately falls into the pigsty, she says it's because she bravely fought the porcupines. When Old Lady Gou pretends to be lame and encounters a snake, she jumps up and says it's because she used golden needles to stimulate her potential.
People like this are born with exaggerated imaginations and are naturally sensitive. Ordinary people may find her eccentric, but the bizarre stories she tells are very captivating.
Li Jianzhi: "You know our rival's sister-in-law, Bai Yun, right?"
"I know, when she's not 'resting,' she can really make things up." Qin Xiangxiang also admired Bai Yun's sister-in-law across from her. She was very quiet when she was quiet, and she could make up a lot when she opened her mouth. "You mean you want her to help polish the play script?"
"You can give it a try."
“Then let’s do as you say. I’ll go find Bai Yun and ask her to write a story about a lazy apprentice who gradually becomes more positive and motivated—” At this point, Qin Xiangxiang paused, her eyes widening in shock.
A "lazy" apprentice gradually becomes more motivated? Is this documentary literature?
Who is the lazy apprentice? Is she more motivated now?
Qin Xiangxiang was clearly forced to not be a lazy bum!
Even now, she is still encouraging everyone to enjoy slacking off, which is clearly a benefit to the public.
After returning from the factory, Qin Xiangxiang knocked on the door of Bian Hu’s house and asked Bai Yun to polish the script of her play. Bai Yun initially refused, saying, “I… how could I do this? Actually, I don’t have much education. I just used to read a lot of miscellaneous books.”
Qin Xiangxiang said, "It's okay, you can polish it up."
"Okay, so it's a story about a lazy apprentice who, under his master's influence, gradually becomes diligent and responsible? And there are also some accidental acts of heroism interspersed throughout?"
"This sounds interesting!"
Bai Yun quickly revised the script. After Qin Xiangxiang finished reading it, she found that there were indeed many more interesting plots, and the ending was very touching... The master was actually dying and entrusted his orphan to someone on his deathbed. Qin Xiangxiang was shocked, but she also inexplicably shed tears because of the lines.
"Not bad, you've made some interesting changes." At least now it's completely unrecognizable as the original characters Qin Xiangxiang and Master Li, and Factory Director Qin is very satisfied with that.
Qin Xiangxiang took the script to Xue Haiyang, who also thought this version was good. Only Li Jinling was unhappy: "The apprentice in this story is not my sister-in-law at all!"
"Who changed this script? It's practically slandering you, sister-in-law."
Qin Xiangxiang: "This is an exaggeration in artistic technique. Look closely, it's clearly written in a very interesting way! I think your play can win first place!"
"Look how touching this part is! I almost cried when they read the lines out."
Qin Xiangxiang tried her best to fool Li Jinling, her goal being to completely sever ties with the play and avoid being dragged into the embarrassment.
Li Jinling nodded: "The lines are quite tear-jerking, very moving."
Qin Xiangxiang breathed a sigh of relief.
Xue Haiyang smiled slightly: "I'll polish the script a bit more. With everyone's brainstorming, I think we really have a chance to win first place."
Qin Xiangxiang: "..." Who gave you your confidence?
Li Jinling: "We're sure we'll get first place! We'll win a movie projector! From now on, our factory will show movies every weekend night!"
Xue Haiyang: "Actually, imported cameras and movie projectors are also very good."
"No, Xue Haiyang, you can't lose your ambition! We must get first place!"
Qin Xiangxiang slipped away, thinking to herself that the two of them would never get first place, let alone the top three. She hoped they wouldn't even be at the bottom and embarrass her as the factory manager.
The next day, Qin Xiangxiang went to watch the song and dance performance of the 108 heroes. Xue Haiyang went to his original song and dance troupe and invited two outside helpers to the factory to provide guidance. Three songs have been decided and the stage movements have been designed.
"In the middle part, right, these four rows of people will form four circles, with men and women alternating. They will all be holding flower balls and ribbons, creating a wave-like design. The women will first be higher on the left and lower on the right, then higher on the right and lower on the left, like waves rising and falling."
"When the pattern changes, spread out in an orderly fashion. This side goes first, then this side..."
"The order of the actors needs to be changed according to their height."
...
Although the dance has 108 people, there are actually only 20 main performers, including 16 women and 4 men, with the remaining 88 serving as the background figures.
Assistant He was incredibly lucky to be one of the four male leads in the dance; he was practically in tears.
Xie Yuedong was also forced to join the dance troupe; all of their military representatives were in the dance troupe!
Qin Xiangxiang came over to watch their rehearsal, trying hard to suppress the smile on her lips. "It's messy, it's better if it's messy. I'll make you laugh to death!" Her voice was gentle: "It's okay, no rush, rehearse slowly."
"I believe that everyone's hard work will definitely pay off!"
You danced very well!
...
After Qin Xiangxiang left, the two external dance instructors felt a chill run down their spines. The female workers in the textile factory were relatively obedient, but this group of male workers were really stiff, and their pom-pom waves were a complete mess. "You have to learn to step on the beat, you have to count the beats, yes, count the beats, and change hands according to the beats."
"It's such a simple movement, why can't I learn it?"
Jie Yuedong was luckier than Assistant He. He was one of the background dancers, and most of his movements involved squatting down to hold up pom-poms. He felt these movements were too stifling: "Since we're all just background dancers anyway, let's do it like the military, with everyone marching in formation and lining up in rows. I know that all too well!"
Jie Yuedong was the military representative stationed at the factory. He was an active-duty officer. All the other military representatives were active-duty soldiers. They weren't familiar with each other, but they had no problem marching in formation or marching in a square.
The dance moves are so uncoordinated now; they'd be better off training in marching formation.
"Dance teacher, is it enough to just keep the formation neat?"
The dance teacher paused for a moment, then imagined the scene. It was acceptable; at least it was synchronized and impressive. "Alright, let's combine strength and grace like this!"
So their dance became a procession of twenty people dancing in the center, with eighty-eight people forming a line around them, trained by several officers and veterans, including Xie Yuedong.
Jie Yuedong: "Don't bother with complicated dance moves, like kicking, lying down, somersaulting, or side rolls... there are plenty of tricks for that."
Dance teacher: "??????"
"Get in rhythm! You can go a little slower! Get in rhythm! Yes! That's it."
"Backflip? Okay, you guys do one and see, not bad!"
I must say, these veterans did somersaults and rolls in a neat and impressive manner, and several of them could even do backflips.
"You can do backflips, right? You're the one. You'll lead the team, and the first few to do backflips will be the ones to go on stage."
"Then it's your turn. After you enter, first strike a pose, then lie down, and then raise the pom-pom in time with the beat."
"This part... sigh, if you can't get this part right, everyone just lie on the ground and don't move, but the person in the middle jumps up."
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