Chapter 229: Finding a Way Out
Teacher An? Calling a little girl who is one or two generations younger than you "teacher"? These old guys can't bring themselves to call her that!
"Don't be angry, this is the organization's arrangement. Our mission is to obey orders. We should unite and hold this team competition properly. This is the real thing. Why bother with a momentary temper?" The peacemaker continued to persuade.
"Yes, Chief Artist Zhang, she is just a child, young and energetic, you should not take her seriously. I heard that you just came back from a visit and study in Shanghai two days ago, and also had some exchanges with foreign friends. This time our group competition will definitely be more interesting than usual!" The middle-aged man with a short beard who was sitting next to An Zhixia and whose name was marked as Assistant Director stood up and smiled to comfort Chief Artist Zhang.
When this was mentioned, Chief Artist Zhang's temper suddenly subsided. She puffed out her chest slightly, glanced at An Zhixia, and said with a smile, "I learned something new and am waiting to use it in the group competition, so that each performance group can also learn and make progress together. This is the real meaning of the organization sending me to study."
"Well said," one person clapped his hands, and the others also clapped, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.
Chief Artist Zhang snorted, "Forget it. This is how the world is. It can't be black or white. For the team competition, I'll..."
"You'd better leave," An Zhixia sneered, "You are in your fifties, after all. How can you swallow whatever you pulled out as if nothing happened? I'm ashamed for you if you're not disgusted. Didn't you just want to show off your power to me and listen to others flatter you? What's the matter? Kyoto is so big. Without you, the performance group competition can't be held anymore?"
Chief Artist Zhang's face looked extremely ugly. He was annoyed at being talked about, as well as feeling embarrassed and angry at being confronted by the junior on the spot.
"Xiao An..." the assistant director spoke quickly.
"Please call me Teacher An!" An Zhixia glanced over coldly, "In art, there is no age, only ability determines seniority. Since I am sitting here, I can take on this responsibility. I can regard your doubts about me as a kind of affirmation and admiration of my ability.
You are parents and grandparents, but you still can't realize that there are people who are better than you and that it's a great honor to be able to sit in a well and see the world? Are you stupid and wish that you would be stupid until you are 30 or 40 years old before you can achieve something?
If I give in to your wishes now and shut up and not pursue what happened just now, will I just be invisible for the next half month, and all of you will rely on your age and qualifications to disobey the instructions of me as the director?"
Everyone's face flushed. They were all old, and being scolded by a junior with a cold face, how could they keep their dignity? But every word made sense, and they couldn't refute it! After all, they really wanted to treat her as a nobody.
Besides, although this little girl was pretty and charming, her aura was too scary, just like the head teacher they had experienced before. It made people feel their scalps numb for no reason and they had no will to resist.
"We are all here with our real abilities," Chief Artist Zhang continued to struggle with anger, "Our achievements over the past decade are posted on the walls of the theater. Foreign friends who come to visit us always praise us, and leaders also reward us time and time again. You say you have abilities, but what do you rely on?"
"Based on what I saw with my own eyes!" A comrade in his forties or fifties, wearing a beret, silver-framed glasses, and with frosty hair and beard, walked into the room and said coldly. Behind him followed two junior staff members with assistant badges.
Everyone stood up and shouted, "Hello, Director Hu!"
After Director Hu nodded, everyone sat down, except Chief Art Director Zhang, who was still not convinced.
"Director Hu, can you tell us what abilities this Comrade An Zhixia has?"
An Zhixia looked at Director Hu, who looked familiar, and raised her eyebrows. She had only appeared in public at Mr. Bai's birthday banquet. She squinted her eyes and flipped through two pages of photos from that time. Sure enough, she found Director Hu, who was a bystander.
Director Hu coughed and said seriously, "Teacher An attended the birthday banquet of Professor Di Dabai. At that time, some old comrades from the calligraphy and entertainment circles went to visit the calligraphy and painting exhibition, which confirmed that Teacher An was the screenwriter who supported Yongyi Performance Troupe for more than half a year.
At that time, Huasheng wanted to sincerely invite Teacher An to join the group, but Teacher An declined and only agreed to submit manuscripts once a month.
The leaders also unanimously decided to invite Teacher An to be our director. It is our honor that she agreed this time!
You can't look at this talented newcomer in the screenwriting world with an old-fashioned eye.
Otherwise, you will embarrass yourself, ruin your future, and no one will sympathize with you."
He thought about how his own junior earned 2,500 RMB for writing 300 words a night, and watched a great show, which made him feel good for more than half a month. However, he couldn't figure out An Zhixia's tactics, and didn't know how this tiger-like girl could mess up this group match.
But since the leaders have spoken, he can just accept it boldly!
In this industry, strength represents authority. Director Hu has produced two films that were best-sellers abroad. He is almost unmatched in the director world, so he is relatively authoritative in front of everyone.
Everyone was silent, quietly glancing at An Zhixia, trying to see if she had any strength. Chief Artist Zhang stood there awkwardly, neither sitting nor walking.
After all, he was an old hand for more than ten years. Even though he had developed a bad temper due to his skills, he still gritted his teeth and found a way out to say to An Zhixia, "Teacher An, you have to show us old guys your real skills in the next half month."
As she said this, her teeth almost broke as she sat down.
An Zhixia's cold eyes swept across everyone. None of these people in their forties dared to look her in the eye for more than three seconds. "Forget it this time. I hope that we can hold this team competition seriously with the same goal. If anyone makes trouble and disobeys orders again, they will be sent back to where they came from!"
Everyone nodded in response.
Next, a male assistant beside Director Hu took the information and explained the schedule for the next half month to everyone. The first batch of rehearsals and preliminary screening will start from tomorrow. The main purpose is to let the actors get familiar with the venue and process, and to eliminate works with too much quality difference. The details will be worked on a little slowly, and it will take almost a week.
The remaining week will be spent on two rehearsals and fine screening. The first one will take a whole day to adjust the overall effect, and the last one will be a preview rehearsal, which will be watched by outstanding staff from various units. They will also participate in the screening of outstanding performance groups.
The 7th is the official performance, and the audience is all bigwigs from all walks of life in Kyoto, and there will also be foreign friends watching. So the spring performance group competition cannot afford any mistakes!
Thank you for your votes, my dears~(`)
(End of this chapter)
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