[Chapter 152 Chapter 152 It’s like a farewell ceremony]
There was no movement from the rostrum for a long time, and it seemed that they had decided to remain silent and would not give any more answers. All the people who came to participate in the performance today were angry.
I don't know who suddenly shouted a quote: "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth! We must look at all works!"
"Yes, all reactionaries are paper tigers. We need to know the truth!"
With these two sentences igniting the fire, the situation was on the verge of getting out of control.
Almost everyone present stood up.
All the outside contestants began to question loudly and angrily, while some colleagues from other units in the same system watched silently from the sidelines.
All the pressure was put on the people on the rostrum.
Wei Dongming still said nothing, and calmly began to show off, refusing to take over this mess.
Beads of sweat appeared on Xing Hongbing's forehead, but he gritted his teeth and refused to give in.
She insisted that this matter had nothing to do with her.
Seeing that the quarrel was getting bigger and bigger, they finally began to angrily accuse the design department led by Song Heping of not arranging the event well.
How could Song Heping, who was already extremely dissatisfied with her, tolerate such a dilemma?
He stood up suddenly, turned around and said loudly to the people behind him: "Everyone, be quiet! The next step is the exhibition of works! Everyone, please sit quietly in your seats. We have sent someone to get the works and will be back soon!"
After hearing what he said, the noise in the small auditorium finally died down a little.
But some people still questioned loudly: "Why did the activity plan need to be modified? Why did they cancel the previous interaction?"
Song Heping couldn't answer this question.
He could only continue, "According to our original plan for the performance, this work was to be presented after the meeting.
The main consideration is that if it is put in the meeting, the scene may be chaotic. But everyone must look at it now, the interests of the people are above all else, and that is also possible.
We will ask the employees to carry the works around the venue for everyone to observe.
Of course, we will also hang the works on the bulletin board outside the auditorium after the meeting, so everyone can take their time to look at them.”
With Song Heping's words, the auditorium finally returned to calm.
After people started making a fuss, Shen Yuyao stopped making any sound and blended herself into the crowd.
She came here to study, not to cause trouble.
Moreover, Shen Yuyao felt that she was very clear about her own abilities. She had only studied pattern design for a short time, so it was normal for her not to be selected.
So since the goal has been achieved, there is no problem.
After hearing Song Heping's instructions, staff members soon came in with a lot of picture frames.
Xing Hongbing made a temporary decision to change the performance plan before the meeting started, but before that, according to the process, there was indeed a segment for presenting works.
Therefore, all the works that entered the semi-finals were framed in advance and can be used at any time.
The staff went to the textile workshop and temporarily transferred 20 young female workers, all wearing textile factory uniforms. Then each of them entered the venue holding a picture frame and began to tour the venue, slowly displaying it.
Ding Cuizhen, who was sitting next to Shen Yuyao, couldn't help but twitch her lips when she saw this scene, and then muttered quietly: "What is going on? This is... I am convinced!"
There are many people who feel the same as Ding Cuizhen.
Some people even whispered: "Why does this look so weird? If there was a little white flower on his chest, I would have thought he was attending someone's farewell ceremony!"
"puff!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The whispers behind me are even more unbearable than the noise before!
Wei Dongming finally couldn't sit still anymore.
He didn't even bother to consider that at the end of the meeting he would have to go on stage to present awards to the shortlisted authors. He slammed his notebook shut and ran away!
Several people from the factory office also followed.
The podium was half empty in an instant.
As the person who came out to take the blame and maintain order at this time, Song Heping naturally couldn't just walk away, but he could not help but feel the veins on his forehead throbbing.
Xing Hongbing was angered by Wei Dongming's attitude.
She whispered to the rest of the people, "What's the attitude of Director Wei? Who did he fall for? Isn't he responsible for turning a good performance into this?
I'm new here, do you want me to take responsibility for him?"
Everyone else present was silent.
Shen Yuyao didn't care about the swordplay of the people in front of her, nor did she care about how funny the circle around the stage was. She looked at each work very seriously.
Later, in order to avoid not being able to see clearly, she left her seat and followed the female workers who were circling the field.
There are many people who do the same as her.
Seeing that the situation was about to become chaotic again, Song Heping simply asked the female workers holding their works to stand on the podium.
Let them stand in two rows so that everyone can go on stage to observe each work.
The podium suddenly became lively.
But the atmosphere also became much more harmonious.
Song Heping finally had time to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
At this time, the announcer who had been ignored by everyone came over timidly and asked, "Deputy Director Song, then, are we still going to follow the next procedure?"
Song Heping knew that she was asking about the part where the leader would go on stage to present the awards.
He immediately closed his eyes in depression.
How can we do this?
Now that things have gotten to this point, can we still kick the people off the stage and let the meeting continue?
Even if they really did that, the three winning contestants probably wouldn't be willing to go on stage to receive the award.
Wouldn't that mean you're standing on a stage and being evaluated and looked at by everyone?
Song Heping took a deep breath, looked at Xing Hongbing, and asked, "Secretary Xing, do you mean... should we continue with the following process?"
Xing Hongbing closed the notebook with a snap and stood up.
She said to Song Heping in a stern tone: "Don't just ask your superiors for advice on everything. Comrade, where is your initiative? You can handle this matter. This is originally an activity organized by your design department."
After she said that, she ignored everyone else and walked towards the door.
Yuan Ping hurried to follow.
Song Heping was so angry that he clenched his fists, but couldn't say a word.
He sat down again in silence, and after a long pause he said to the announcer, "We won't continue, let's just end it. Reserve the venue, and keep some people to entertain everyone, and make sure everyone who attends today can have a great time.
As long as there is still one guest in this hall, you cannot drive them away, turn off the lights or close the door!"
Song Heping and other leaders of the textile factory also left.
Of course they couldn't leave.
In addition to the contestants, there are also many colleagues from other units who came to learn and show their support.
Even though they had lost all face, they still had to say hello. Song Heping and his friends soon joined the crowd and started chatting with their acquaintances.
Shen Yuyao read all the works carefully and felt that she benefited a lot from them.
But she had no interest in such lively occasions. She felt they were too noisy, and the air was turbid and smelly.
She pulled her master, intending to ask him when he was planning to leave.
Unexpectedly, Ding Cuizhen smiled at her and said, "Yuyao, come here. Master will introduce someone to you. This is Comrade Gu Yunshan, the deputy director of the Garment Factory No. 1. Little Gu is now the head of the design department of their factory."
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