Chapter 1114 The Deputy Commander, Full of Doubts, Has a Hidden Intention: "This...this really was written on the spot?"
A storm raged in Zheng Junming's heart, and his previous doubts began to waver at this moment.
Such works cannot be described simply as talent; they require a profound sense of patriotism and artistic vision.
He had to admit that with just this one song, Wang Yueheng's talent was enough to overwhelm the vast majority of the creative staff in the art troupe, including himself.
A complex mix of emotions welled up within him.
I was deeply moved and impressed by the work itself, but I felt an indescribable bitterness and resentment.
"But even if he's talented, so what?"
Then a stubborn voice rang in his mind.
The military has its own rules!
Special recruitment is a very serious matter. How can it be given the green light just because of one or two songs?
What will those soldiers who follow the rules and procedures think?
This in itself is a violation of rules and regulations!
Wang Yueheng was surrounded by Li Zhenbang and Han Hong, calmly directing the rehearsal.
Seeing the growing admiration in the eyes of the other members, Zheng Junming, the deputy leader, felt his resentment and unwillingness to accept defeat grow stronger.
"Rules are rules! We can't just stand by and watch this kind of 'breaking the rules' happen! I still need to talk to the old leader about this!"
While rehearsing and singing new songs under the direction of Wang Yueheng, Zheng Junming secretly made up his mind.
The rehearsal throughout the day was intense and efficient.
Under Wang Yueheng's guidance, the choral effect of "Singing for the Motherland" improved at an astonishing speed, and its momentum became more and more magnificent.
The band arrangements and coordination for his solo performances of "The Motherland Will Not Forget" and "A Man Should Be Self-reliant" are becoming increasingly perfect.
The rehearsal ended in the evening.
Wang Yueheng was arranged to stay in a single dormitory room at the cultural troupe's guesthouse.
Although the furnishings were simple, they were clean and tidy, exuding the neatness unique to military camps.
When it was time for dinner, Wang Yueheng went to the officers' mess hall of the cultural troupe alone.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, he immediately felt countless eyes focused on him.
These gazes came from officers of various ranks and members of the cultural troupe who were having a meal, filled with curiosity and enthusiasm.
There was even a hint of barely perceptible excitement and admiration.
But they didn't swarm around the fans outside asking for autographs or taking photos.
They simply gave each other friendly looks and nodded in greeting, displaying a high degree of discipline.
Hello, Teacher Wang!
"Comrade Yue Heng, there's a seat here!"
Several young members of the cultural troupe took the initiative to greet him, their voices loud and clear, carrying the unique cheerfulness of soldiers.
Wang Yueheng smiled and nodded in response before walking to the food serving window.
"Teacher Yue Heng, eat more! Rehearsals are hard work!"
When the cooks saw him, their smiles were exceptionally warm, and they gave him generous portions of food.
Just as Wang Yueheng found an empty seat, a figure carrying a tray sat down opposite him with an air of nonchalance.
"Teacher Wang, do you mind if I sit here? I happen to have a few questions about the performance of 'Ode to the Motherland' that I'd like to ask you."
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