Before Gu Ping'an finished speaking, she saw Wei Zhuolan put his hands in his pockets and walked forward slowly. The hem of his white shirt raised a cold arc. He slowly raised his eyelids and looked at her, raised the corners of his mouth, but his tone was so cold that it could scrape off frost:
"Comrade Gu, are you jealous of others? Haven't you washed your dirty hands clean from spilling the ink?"
The coldness in his eyes made Gu Ping'an's heart tighten. He just listened to him continue:
"How did you apologize to Qin Ying backstage last time? My memory is not good, how about reviewing it again in public now?"
Coach Li saw this and quickly tried to smooth things over:
"Teacher Wei, we are also..."
"Qin Ying appreciates Coach Li's kindness."
Wei Zhuolan intercepted the other party without turning back, but his slender fingers pointed precisely at Gu Pingan:
"Some people are not as skilled as others, but they are acting weird here, even doing the work of scouts."
He deliberately raised his voice so that everyone in the room could hear:
"Even the military district leaders admire Qin Ying's talent. I know her abilities better than anyone else. If she didn't have real talent, how could she have taken over the violin rescue this time?"
Coach Li coughed twice in embarrassment and glared at Gu Ping'an, blaming her for talking nonsense. He knew Wei Zhuolan's identity and didn't want to offend him.
"Since Comrade Gu is going to investigate, why not investigate himself as well?"
Wei Zhuolan stared at Gu Ping'an's pale face sinisterly:
"As far as I know, you forgot your lines three times during last month's performance, causing your program to be criticized by the military district. Coach Li's program has been ranked last in the city for three consecutive years—"
He suddenly approached Gu Ping'an, exuding a dangerous aura, and lowered his voice so that everyone in the room could hear:
"A man who desperately tried to save the evening party was slandered by the female soldiers in the art troupe. Is this the culture of the art troupe?!"
He paused deliberately, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his watch, and turned to Coach Li with a cold tone:
"Coach Li, when is it time for someone at the bottom of the performance level to take over the troupe's program review? If you can't manage your subordinates, perhaps you should ask the Propaganda Department for a reorganization."
Coach Li's face turned pale and blue, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his fingers were slightly wrinkled as he pinched the edge of the program list.
He pushed his glasses up suddenly, a cold light flashed across the lenses, and he shouted sternly:
"Gu Ping'an! Where have you learned the discipline of the art troupe? Go backstage and reflect on this immediately!"
After saying that, his face regained its apologetic look and he glanced cautiously at Wei Zhuolan, his tone softening instantly:
"Teacher Wei, this is all a misunderstanding..."
Coach Li pushed his glasses up, his eyes moving between Wei Zhuolan and Gu Ping'an.
As the director of the art troupe, he was well aware of the strict political review requirements for military performances, but Wei Zhuolan's father's identity made him dare not express his opinion easily.
After a moment's silence, he changed the subject and looked at Qin Ying:
"Comrade Gu's concerns are not unfounded, but since Teacher Wei has provided the guarantee... Comrade Xiao Qin, could you provide Teacher Lin's contact information? According to organizational procedures, this requires verification."
Qin Ying stood there silently. It was difficult to explain away the fact that she could play the violin.
Wei Zhuolan has been defending him, but she doesn't want him to do that.
It seems that they have a close relationship.
But when she heard Coach Li asking for contact information, Qin Ying made up her mind and decided to just make one up. If that didn't work, she could just say the person had died in the persecution.
Before she could speak, she heard Gu Ping'an's sharp sneer:
"Verify?"
She deliberately raised her voice so that everyone could hear:
"How could an ordinary rural woman possibly possess so many skills? How can we verify something so obvious? Is there...a shady motive behind this?"
She scoffed and crossed her arms.
"Or, what true identity are you trying to hide?"
"Gu Ping'an, be careful with your words!"
The air pressure around Wei Zhuolan suddenly dropped, and his knuckles under his white shirt turned white from clenching his fists.
He took a half step forward, his eyes like a poisoned dagger:
"In order to discredit others, you even resort to such dirty tricks as making groundless accusations?"
Gu Ping'an's eyes turned, and his face changed to an innocent expression, but his voice was deliberately louder, with a bit of sarcasm:
"Teacher Wei is so protective of her. Is he impressed by Qin Ying's talent, or is there something else going on? Perhaps someone is involved in this incident involving the teacher in the cowshed."
The scene was suddenly filled with discussions, and several girls whispered to each other, looking back and forth between Qin Ying and Wei Zhuolan.
Coach Li became more and more nervous. Gu Ping'an was a man who was not afraid of death, but he kept dragging him down. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead.
Gu Ping'an's chest heaved violently. Looking at Coach Li cowering and apologizing to Wei Zhuolan, he felt a surge of anger in his heart - the leader who usually put on airs acted like a lapdog at this moment.
She clutched her handkerchief tightly and raised her chin arrogantly:
"If Coach Li can't make the decision, why not ask Vice Minister Zhang to judge?"
The armed forces department is the link between the military and civilians, so leaders must attend.
Just when the atmosphere was tense, the crowd suddenly made way and Zhang Hongcheng walked slowly over holding an enamel pot, with the Chairman Mao badge on his chest shining solemnly.
His eyes swept over the pale Qin Ying and the sinister Wei Zhuolan in turn, and then fell inconspicuously on Fu Hanzhou who was staring at him closely in the audience.
He sighed inwardly - on one side was the son of the Minister of Propaganda, and on the other was the head of the military region. He couldn't afford to offend either side.
"What's all the fussing about?"
Zhang Hongcheng knocked lightly on the edge of the jar:
"The military-civilian friendship parade is a major event. If there are any problems, follow the rules."
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