Chapter 20 Two Foodies
Bicycle Coupons!
Cheng Xuyuan couldn't help but think of the difficulty of getting a bicycle ticket in Chengjiazhuang Brigade.
According to my memory, the village can only get one or two bicycle coupons a year at most, and there is no guarantee that they will be Fei Ge or Fenghuang.
Families in the village where young men are getting married are all eagerly waiting for one or two bicycle coupons.
Although the points are allocated based on usual performance, in reality, the method adopted by the village is basically drawing lots.
If you are lucky enough to win the prize, the whole family will be excited for several days, as if they had won some big prize.
If you are unlucky and don't get the chance, not only the young people who are about to get married, but also their parents will have to keep their heads down for many days, looking bitter and resentful.
Although the supply of industrial coupons in Yanjing is greater than in the village, it is not easy to get a bicycle coupon.
Now take out a bicycle coupon as a reward, this is a big reward!
Do I need a bicycle voucher? Yes, I do.
But I have no money now, I only have more than 70 yuan, I don’t have enough to buy a bicycle!
That's okay!
Cheng Xuyuan glanced at Shi Xuehong, who looked very excited but helpless, and continued to slack off.
Ma Boyuan's manuscript was rejected! Lao Sun's manuscript was rejected!
Xiao Lu's manuscript was also rejected! In just half an hour, several generals of the Cultural Center's writing team were all killed by Qin Yewei! As a lazy person, Cheng Xuyuan tried hard to make himself look like he was thinking seriously.
After all, if your boss is furious and you just sit back and do nothing about it, it would be very tactless! The pen in his hand was also constantly writing and drawing on the paper.
Soon, he had written half of the dialogue about eating noodles in the skit.
"Are you going to burn down the office?" The door curtain was lifted, and a bald man in his thirties walked in with a smile.
Although he looked serious, one couldn't help but want to laugh when seeing him.
Seeing him, Qin Yewei's face became even gloomier: "Feng Laoer, what are you doing here?"
The bald man touched his head and said with a smile: "Team Leader Qin, our team leader asked me to ask when our skit script can be finished."
"Rehearsal also takes time!"
Qin Yewei snorted and said, "Go back and tell Luo Xiazi that he should just take care of his own business. He doesn't need to worry about the affairs of our writing group."
"We will hand in the manuscript on time tomorrow."
Feng Laoer was a very perceptive person. Seeing that Qin Yewei looked a little strange, he quickly said, "Team Leader Qin, I will go back then."
"Our team leader has something else to tell you. This performance is related to the reputation of our district. If we fall behind, our entire cultural center will suffer."
"Let you ..."
Qin Yewei glared and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Feng Lao Er was a little afraid of Qin Yewei. After all, Lao Qin was his leader in terms of status, so he said nervously, "I'll ask you to be more careful."
After saying that, he left like a gust of wind.
Qin Yewei slammed his palm on the table and said angrily, "You blind Luo, it's obvious that their folk art group can't come up with a good show, so they're begging us for help."
"Now it turns out that we can't make a good show because we can't write it."
"Damn it! I really want to take the manuscript and throw it directly in his face!"
As the number one fighter in the writing group, Ma Boyuan usually would have spoken at this time, but when he looked at the manuscript he had crossed out, he immediately lowered his head.
The writing group still needs to let the manuscript speak for itself.
The manuscript is not strong, why do you slap it in someone's face! Ma Boyuan didn't dare to say anything, and the others naturally just lowered their heads, fearing that Qin Yewei's anger would fall on them.
Qin Yewei picked up the teacup and took a sip of water, then lit a cigarette and smoked while frowning as he looked at the manuscript in front of him.
He wanted to write something, but he just couldn't.
"Let's go!"
"What delicious food is made at home today?"
Ding-a-ling…
The sounds coming from outside indicated that most of the people in the cultural center had already gone off work.
As a person who loves to eat, Cheng Xuyuan felt that his stomach had started to rebel.
However, even Shi Xuehong, who usually slacked off, didn't dare to mention the matter of eating. Karami, who had just arrived, naturally didn't dare to move.
Ma Boyuan will hold up the sky if it falls, and I will continue to squint.
Although he thought so, the pen in his hand was still writing slowly.
The speed is not fast, the main point is that I am not idle.
"Aren't you ready to get off work yet?" The door curtain was lifted, and Peng Xueli walked in with a teacup, smiling.
Although Deputy Director Peng Xueli smiles at everyone he sees, no one dares to underestimate him.
Even Qin Yewei stood up and took out a cigarette and said, "Director Peng, have a cigarette."
Peng Xueli did not take it. Instead, he took out an unopened box of Chuncheng from his pocket, tore it open and said, "Come on, have mine."
As he spoke, he gave cigarettes to Qin Yewei and the people present.
When it came to Cheng Xuyuan, he handed one to Cheng Xuyuan with a smile and said, "Little Cheng is not bad."
Cheng Xuyuan hurriedly took the cigarette, quickly took out a match, and respectfully lit the cigarette in Peng Xueli's hand.
Qin Yewei also lit a cigarette, but this time his brows were furrowed even more fiercely.
For an old smoker like Qin Yewei, Chuncheng is definitely a rare and good cigarette.
He usually smokes the cheaper Chun Geng, and as for the Chun Cheng, which costs 3.9 yuan a pack, he only buys some to entertain guests during festivals.
"Old Qin, I know you are under pressure now, but you can't skip meals even if you are under pressure!"
"As the saying goes, man is iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat, you will be hungry."
“How can we come up with good ideas when everyone is hungry?”
Peng Xueli put the torn copy of Spring City on the table and said, "It's time to eat. You can write after you are full."
"This performance concerns the reputation of our entire district."
"Although performances are the job of Luo Xiazi and his friends, good creations depend on scholars like you."
Speaking of scholars, Peng Xueli glanced at Ma Boyuan and others, but did not share the pressure with Cheng Xuyuan.
He knew clearly who he needed to rely on when doing his work.
Qin Yewei was just about to speak when Peng Xueli continued, "I know that you scholars need to smoke when you write, and I have just discussed it with the curator."
"I'll ask the office to build a Spring City for you later."
"We must see the first draft of this manuscript tonight."
"Now, let's go eat."
A Chuncheng ticket costs four or five yuan, and often you can’t buy it even if you have money but no ticket.
Peng Xueli came over and didn't say a single harsh word. He also brought gifts for everyone, but an invisible pressure filled the office.
As Peng Xueli left, Qin Yewei glanced at Ma Boyuan and the others who were smoking and said, "Since Director Peng has said so, let's all go eat."
"I'm telling you, think about what to write while you're eating."
"Be at the office on time at 2 o'clock today."
For those who slack off, going to work early is fatal.
But at this moment, no one dared to raise any objections, and everyone left the office cautiously.
Cheng Xuyuan closed his manuscript and quietly followed Shi Xuehong away.
Follow the crowd and you won’t get beaten.
Qin Yewei waited until everyone had left before taking another puff of his cigarette. He had something on his mind and was not hungry at the moment.
Now the entire cultural center is watching our creative team. If we can’t produce good works, we will be embarrassed…
After walking back and forth for a few steps, he came to the desks of Shi Xuehong and Cheng Xuyuan. Shi Xuehong's manuscript paper was not closed, and there were words written on it: stir-fried pork, stir-fried pork, stir-fried pork...
Seeing this, Qin Yewei's nose was almost crooked with anger. It turned out that this capable general was only thinking about what to eat.
He couldn't help but look at Cheng Xuyuan's manuscript paper. What was this subordinate who had been writing seriously writing?
When I opened the first page of the manuscript, I saw three big words written on it: Eat noodles!
(End of this chapter)
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