Chapter 25 You're Not That Material
Seeing that Qin Yewei was eager to recruit talented people, Peng Xueli thought to himself, where can I find such a talent for you?
Although Cheng Xuyuan only wrote about eating noodles, Peng Xueli felt Cheng Xuyuan's solid foundation from this short play.
Although the skit is short, it is full of laughs.
This alone makes him surpass many veteran authors.
"Lao Qin, let's hurry up and report to Director Niu."
Peng Xueli's eyes had just fallen on Cheng Xuyuan when he saw the door curtain lifted and Shi Xuehong walked in holding wool.
Shi Xuehong, who was still cracking melon seeds in her mouth, felt like a mouse seeing a cat the moment she saw Peng Xueli.
She could be lazy in front of Qin Yewei, but she was still a little afraid of the deputy director Peng Xueli.
"Director Peng."
Peng Xueli nodded and said, "Xiao Shi, go inform Blind Luo and ask him to go to Director Niu's office."
"We'll wait for him."
Shi Xuehong breathed a sigh of relief. Her leader had assigned her work, so she wouldn't be scolded.
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Just when Shi Xuehong was about to run away, Qin Yewei said, "Xiao Shi, when you call Blind Luo, you should speak in a higher tone."
"Tell him it's too late to wait!"
Shi Xuehong spent a lot of time in the writing group and was very clear about the feud between her team leader and Luo Xiazi.
Although she didn't want to offend the leader of the folk art group, she was more afraid that Qin Yewei would make things difficult for her.
What's more, Qin Yewei said it so confidently, and she also understood that Cheng Xuyuan's eating noodles was already written.
She nodded to Cheng Xuyuan and said loudly, "Team Leader, just watch."
As she spoke, she picked up a half-knitted sweater and walked towards the folk art troupe with a menacing look.
The folk art group is very lively because of their frequent rehearsals, so their office is located in three bungalows on the west side of the cultural center's office building.
Shi Xuehong is also very familiar with this place.
After all, people who just want to get by may not have any other skills, but they have a lot of acquaintances.
In the past, Shi Xuehong came here to make friends, but now she comes here to cause trouble.
Just as I lifted the curtain of the folk art group, I heard someone inside say, "Team leader, I think we still have to rely on ourselves to create this short play."
"Ma Boyuan and Qin Yewei from the creative team are just that capable."
“What great ideas they can come up with!”
As soon as these words came out, many people said, "Team leader, Brother Zhu is right. We can't count on the creative team. They don't have that ability."
"Why don't we work together and come up with a skit!"
"I think the two curators were just desperate and gave such an important task to the writing team. Isn't that a waste of time?"
"Why don't we just write a good skit and let the writing team do the work? Then, when you, the team leader, show up in front of the two curators, we can take the bicycle ticket with a clear conscience!"
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Listening to these conversations, Shi Xuehong felt suffocated.
She is a good person who just wants to get by, but she still attaches great importance to the honor of the writing group.
Thinking about how Cheng Xuyuan's essay on eating noodles had won unanimous praise from everyone in the group, she immediately felt confident.
What's more, this time Qin Yewei asked her to come here to cause trouble.
"Oh, let me see who this is. He's like a toad yawning, and he has such a big mouth."
"Our writing group is not good enough, and your folk art group is even worse."
At this point, Shi Xuehong turned to Luo Danian, the head of the Quyi group, who was smoking at the desk on the left, and said, "Team Leader Luo, our team leader would like you to go to Director Niu's office."
"No more waiting after the time is up."
"Our team leader said that if you guys are late, our creative team will perform this skit ourselves."
"It's just a skit. As long as the script is good, we can be better than you."
Luo Danian is about the same age as Qin Yewei. He is called Blind Luo because his eyes are a little small. If he keeps them open, they are fine. But if he squints, they become a slit in the sky!
He was wearing a Zhongshan suit. He was not angry at Shi Xuehong's provocation. Instead, he smiled and said, "Xiao Shi, it seems that your skit is ready."
"Of course!" Shi Xuehong said without any stage fright: "And it's really good!"
"Haha, then I'd like to see. Qin Yewei keeps saying that he's going to throw the manuscript in my face. I'd like to see what the quality of your manuscript is this time. Is it worthy of being thrown in my face?"
As he spoke, he stood up and said, "Feng Lao Er, you guys continue to work on your skits. I'll go to Director Niu's office to take a look."
"Maybe next time, we'll have to use our own manuscripts."
As he spoke, Luo Danian put his hands behind his back and walked towards Niu Changqing's office.
Shi Xuehong was not afraid of losing the battle, she said without flinching: "Feng Laoer, don't waste your time, our skit is much better than you think."
As she spoke, she picked up the sweater and strode away like a victorious general.
Feng Laoer touched his bald head and said nothing. A middle-aged man next to him asked, "Laoer, didn't you say that they were smoking and worrying all morning?"
"How come this skit was written just after we started work this afternoon?"
Feng Lao Er touched his bald head and said, "Brother Zhu, when I went to their office this morning, they were all frowning."
"The office was full of smoke, just like entering a goblin's cave."
Brother Zhu touched his chin and said, "They had no ideas this morning, and now they say the skit is ready. I think the quality of their work is not as good as the previous one!"
"Don't delay, everyone."
"Let's take care of our own affairs."
"The old man said that if you work hard, you will have enough food and clothing."
Brother Zhu's words won everyone's approval.
Feng Laoer touched his head. He vaguely felt that things were not that simple. After all, Qin Yewei was so arrogant, so how could the work be bad!
But in the folk art troupe, his job was basically just running errands.
Faced with the crowd instigated by Brother Zhu, his approach was to just follow them obediently.
In fact, there was another person in the folk art troupe who had the same idea as Feng Laoer, and that was Luo Danian.
The person who knows you best is not your friend, but your enemy.
Luo Danian and Qin Yewei have been close friends for many years, and it can be said that he is very familiar with his old enemy. Since this guy dares to be so arrogant, he must have the confidence.
It's good to be confident! His folk art group is not trying to get angry with Qin Yewei now, his opponents are the cultural centers in other districts.
If he wants to come out on top, he needs a good skit script.
If Qin Yewei could come up with this good script, what would happen even if he asked Blind Luo to bow his head? Arriving at Niu Changqing's office, Luo Danian was just about to knock on the door when he heard a burst of laughter.
This laughter belongs to Niu Changqing!
In order to maintain his dignity as the curator, Niu Changqing rarely laughs out loud.
Now he is laughing so loudly, there must be something wrong! "Well written, especially the part about pouring noodles, it is really amazing..."
Niu Changqing's words made Luo Danian unable to hold back any longer. Without even knocking on the door, he lifted the door curtain and walked in.
Looking at Niu Changqing who was laughing, he glanced at the complacent Qin Yewei and said in a deep voice: "Director, what kind of short play made you so happy? Let me see it too."
Niu Changqing handed the manuscript in his hand to Luo Danian and said, "Old Luo, take a good look at it. I think as long as we perform this well, we will definitely win first place."
Luo Danian did not respond, but picked up the three-page manuscript and read it carefully.
When he saw one-third of it, he was so happy that he couldn't help laughing. When he saw half of it, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
After reading it in one breath, Luo Danian took a deep breath and made himself serious again.
"Blind Luo, what do you think? Is this manuscript worthy of being thrown in your face?" Qin Yewei asked complacently.
Looking at the proud Qin Yewei, Luo Danian said, "Old Qin, as for the level of this skit script, let alone throwing it in my face, I would accept it even if I had to kneel down and throw it in my face."
"But I don't know the level of the people in your writing team."
"You can't write this manuscript!"
"Tell me quickly, who wrote this? I want to discuss the rehearsal of this skit with him."
(End of this chapter)
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