Chapter 228 Calling Teacher An
The little girl still circled around An Zhixia several times, muttering, "Impossible? If you said Teacher An was your grandfather, I could believe it. How can someone be so beautiful and so talented that he can outshine all those old screenwriters, uncles, and aunts?"
"You mean I could make a living with my looks, but I choose to use my talent to compete with others?" An Zhixia said with a smile and raised her eyebrows. It has been a long time since anyone called her teacher.
"Yeah, yeah, that's the truth. There's no way for people to envy you." The devastated little girl began to doubt her life.
"Director Liu, please help me with the formalities. My brother is waiting to go back to work," An Zhixia reminded with a low laugh.
Director Liu sat down, took out his key, opened his drawer, and started taking things out. Keys, pens, several stacks of files, ink, ink pad, etc. filled the table.
"Originally, Teacher An was going to report to the Human Resources Department, but we are short on time. Captain Jiang has informed us, so you can handle it directly with me. I will help you run to the Human Resources Department and the Finance Department later." Director Liu lowered his head and began to copy An Zhixia's information into the booklet, and called the girl to open the door next door and help move the things out.
"Teacher An, these things are allocated to you as benefits of the activity. You can take them home after the activity is over," the little girl carried out quilts, mattresses, pillows, sheets, quilt covers, pillowcases, pillow towels, washbasins, thermoses, rice bowls, kettles, enamel cups, soap boxes, toiletries, office supplies, etc. one by one, which was quite spectacular.
"This benefit is too good, isn't it?" An Zhixia couldn't help but smack her lips.
"Teacher An, what's the point?" The little girl put the things on the iron cart and explained with a smile, "You are a director we hired at a high price, so you must enjoy the highest level of benefits. These are personal daily necessities. They look a lot, but in fact, if you go by the internal wholesale price without a ticket, it's only 20 or 30 yuan. How can it be compared with the salary the troupe gave you? Besides, it's not easy for us to use the money others have used to entertain you."
As she spoke, the little girl introduced to them what the various courtyards and houses of the troupe were used for. An Zhixia deliberately recorded it with her mobile phone in the supermarket through her pupils, so that she didn't have to go back and ask for directions.
The logistics department opened half an hour earlier to cooperate with the spring performance group competition, so An Zhixia and her brother only had time to move their things to the dormitory, familiarize themselves with the door, and then went about their business.
When she arrived at the conference room, the fifty seats were almost full. She found the name tag with her name on it, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, she calmly put down her water cup and briefcase and sat down.
"You, you are the director An Zhixia?" On her right was the deputy director, a bald old man with a white beard who matched the image she had heard in the rumors. He pointed at her with a trembling hand and asked in disbelief and unconvinced.
Not only him, but everyone present was over 30, or even close to retirement age. The occasional young faces were the staff serving everyone, pouring water and distributing meeting materials.
They could tolerate a young and promising comrade in his thirties sitting in the position of second-in-command director, but they could not accept An Zhixia, who could almost be their granddaughter and was so incredibly beautiful, sitting between them.
"Isn't this a joke?" A female cadre in her forties, with her hair neatly combed up and held in a hairnet, stood up angrily and said in a slightly sharp voice: "What do they think of our spring performance group competition? They just randomly stuffed someone in to gild the lily without even doing the superficial work? Can they expect this person to go out and become a director or department head at a TV station?"
"Mr. Zhang, calm down. So many people are promoting her, which shows that she has a powerful background. Why do you want to ruin your own future?" The person next to him pretended to persuade him. His voice seemed small, but it was very skillful so that everyone in the meeting room could hear it.
"Oh, future? I don't believe that our industry is so shady. To be fair, we will be benched! Isn't the example of Yongyi Performance Troupe enough of a lesson?
What abilities could a green-haired girl have to be praised like that, and she doesn't even know how much money she spent plagiarizing other people's works.
If she doesn't go out today, I will take my gift and leave. I don't have to work so hard, but someone will treat me as a stepping stone. Why? "
"Lao Zhang, don't be impulsive..."
"Yes, Lao Zhang, we have the director and deputy director here, so why do we need a director to take action? We can just turn a blind eye. Why are you making things difficult for yourself?"
"Look how pretty the girl is. If we make her cry, everyone will blame us..." Everyone added fuel to the fire without fear of trouble.
"Oh, you are afraid of her, but I am not!" The female comrade surnamed Zhang gritted her teeth and stared at An Zhixia's porcelain-white and moist face and delicate and beautiful features. "I think she relies on her good looks. I wonder which big leader she hooked up with? She flatters people so much that they don't know east, west, south, or north. She got such a high position without considering whether she deserves it or not!"
"Lao Zhang, it's over. Be careful what you say..."
"Yes, yes, why should we get angry with a little girl? The real thing is to complete the tasks assigned by the organization!"
"Director isn't a serious position, so it doesn't matter who takes on the role. Old Zhang, you're experienced, but you're our chief artist, in charge of costumes, props, and makeup. We can't do without you!"
Everyone tried to act as peacemakers and put out the fire. After all, if things got out of hand, everyone present would be implicated.
Comrade Zhang, who was praised, sneered: "It is because I have a little say that I don't allow any random people to slack off in our team competition. The previous directors at least had some impressive results, so I turned a blind eye to it. But how can she, who makes a living by her face and body, be qualified to sit with all of us?
I still say the same thing..."
"I'm not leaving today, please do as you please," An Zhixia hugged her chest and raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "If I hadn't followed the signs and specifically looked at the sign posted at the door, I would have thought I was in a vegetable market. I heard so much filth, how could it be something an artist would say? With someone like you, you're the chief artist. I'm really afraid that you'll lower the aesthetic standards of our Kyoto leaders."
"You, you ignorant girl," Chief Artist Zhang was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He pointed at her and trembled all over. "What qualifications do you have to be so arrogant? I've been in charge of the makeup and props for the team competitions for so many years!"
"You two colleagues, calm down, Comrade An... Comrade Xiao An..."
"Please call me Teacher An, thank you!" An Zhixia said calmly with a cold face and full aura.
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