The director backstage also heard Xi Nancheng's voice. He pressed the microphone directly and said, "Quick, connect Meng Fu."
Each guest was equipped with a headset.
"It's all my fault. I forgot this." Sang Yu lowered his head and blamed himself.
He Yongfei whispered to comfort him, "It has nothing to do with you."
After Xi Nancheng said this, He Miao also realized what was going on. The laces of his other shoe were untied. He quickly got up and ran forward to find Meng Fu.
After turning the corner, I saw Meng Fu's back.
She had already walked to the counter, one hand resting on it, the other hand with the fingers curled up, ready to knock on the table.
Seeing this scene, He Miao's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly said, "Dad Meng, don't!"
Meng Fu didn't knock, but just turned his head and glanced at He Miao.
There are other members reading books on the first floor of the library.
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...
These members naturally knew the rules of the Go Club. They basically borrowed the books by themselves. For some books that could not be borrowed, they would stay at the reading table and read quietly, very far away from the counter.
The people from the program crew also walked lightly when going downstairs and filmed quietly.
He Miao's voice exploded on the first floor, as if a switch was turned on. The atmosphere on the first floor suddenly became weird, and the other members looked at He Miao in amazement.
Xi Nancheng's heart sank. He couldn't stop He Miao, so he walked quickly to Meng Fu's side.
Behind the counter, the man on the recliner stretched out a pair of wrinkled hands and slowly took off his hat.
As soon as the photography crew came in, Mr. Lei left a deep impression on them.
Now that he had taken off his hat, the show's camera didn't dare to shoot his face, only Meng Fu and Xi Nancheng.
Xi Nancheng pulled Meng Fu aside. He spoke in a low voice to Mr. Lei behind the counter respectfully: "Mr. Lei, I am Xi Nancheng, a disciple of Teacher Ge. Today the program team came to the library to record a program. Our people don't know the rules of the library and disturbed your rest."
The voice was very respectful and a little cautious.
Not far away, He Miao also realized that he had just spoken.
He followed Xi Nancheng and felt the pressure from Mr. Lei as he got closer. He did not dare to look up at Manager Lei, but only bowed his head and apologized to Mr. Lei.
Then he grabbed Meng Fu's sleeve and mouthed to her, "Dad Meng, we don't need the management manual anymore. Let's go upstairs to record the show first!"
Having been in the circle for so long, He Miao also knows the rules of the circle.
Since even Xi Nancheng was so nervous, he knew that this person in the Go Club was not simple.
I’m afraid today’s shooting won’t go on as normal.
Meng Fu glanced at him, without any nervousness on her face, and even raised her eyebrows: "...Mute?"
Seeing Meng Fu was still talking, He Miao glared at him. He was worthy of being his father Meng. But now was not the time to show off his anger.
"No," He Miao pulled Meng Fu aside and explained in a low voice, "This person is..."
At the same time, the director's voice rang out in Meng Fu's earphones, "Meng Fu, hurry up and leave with Teacher Xi..."
Meng Fu waved her hand and easily avoided He Miao's hand. She didn't listen to the director's words. She just looked at Mr. Lei and said in a calm and slow voice, "Manager Lei, do you have a library management manual here?"
"Director, what should we do now? What if the Go Club gets angry and refuses to let us continue recording..." Behind the scenes, the staff in charge of recording the video looked at the director with a frown.
The director looked at Meng Fu's calm face on the video. He didn't know what he remembered and shook his head: "Let's take a look first."
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As for Meng Fu, after she finished speaking, Xi Nancheng beside her frowned, "Mr. Lei, I'm sorry, this is..."
Mr. Lei had just been woken up by someone. His slightly brown eyes looked a bit aggressive, with slightly bloodshot eyes. There was a long scar beside his brow bone, and his face looked very fierce.
He was very impatient and seemed like the volcano was going to erupt in the next second.
Hearing Meng Fu's voice, he finally looked at Meng Fu, but before the volcano erupted, he fell silent.
"Management Manual?" After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice a little dry.
"There are more than 700 unclassified borrowed books on the third floor. It's too troublesome for your Go Club to classify them, and we can't do it." Meng Fu explained to the other party politely.
Hearing Meng Fu's words, Mr. Lei paused for a moment, "...If you can't find me, why don't you?"
Meng Fu was confident and not afraid at all: "Aren't you the president?"
Mr. Lei couldn't refute it for a moment, "...I'll ask others if they have any."
He was silent for a moment, then slowly took out his cell phone and made a call to ask if the library had a classification management manual.
After a few simple words, he hung up the phone, then stood up from the rattan chair, looked at Meng Fu, and pointed at the rattan chair behind him: "Do you want to sit?"
"No." Meng Fu refused.
About a few minutes later.
A young man hurried over from outside the door.
In the October weather, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, showing how anxious he was to come here. He bowed respectfully and handed a small notebook to Mr. Lei, "Mr. Lei."
Mr. Lei took it and handed it to Meng Fu, "This is it, take a look."
Meng Fu took it and flipped through it. These were all useful information written down by the staff, and the classification standards were very clear.
Mr. Lei watched her flipping through her notes and asked, "Is this what you want?"
"It's okay," Meng Fu closed her notebook, "Then I'll continue recording the show."
The two of them were talking back and forth, completely ignoring the situation of the people around them.
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