"Forget it, it's still early. How about we send a notice to the factory now and broadcast it to see if there are any good ideas among the workers. It will take three days. If not, we will think of other ways."
A group of rough guys thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a good solution. Finally, the forest worker came up with a solution that was not a solution.
"Hey, this is the only way."
The factory director looked at his group of men with strong limbs and simple minds, sighed helplessly and nodded.
Then the radio station of the steel rolling mill was notified, and the call for National Day performance programs was announced on the loudspeaker.
It's a pity that this is not a competition for model workers. The workers are still relatively shy about performing on stage, so they naturally avoid it.
Three days passed by in the blink of an eye, the same meeting room, the same people, the same results. It seemed that there were less than two weeks left before the city's workers' art performance, and I hadn't even signed up for the program yet. Director Feng felt like his head was buzzing. If he couldn't do this well, he would definitely be scolded.
"Talk, talk, all talk. All of them are mute."
Looking at the workshop director opposite who was usually lively and lively, but would lower his head and pretend to be deaf whenever something happened, Feng Dahai was so angry that he slapped the table and roared.
"Director, please don't get angry. It's useless. This thing is really not our strength. Our factory is not a cotton spinning factory. There are many women. Just dance or sing. We can do it. What, swinging a sledgehammer, if I can swing a sledgehammer, I, Zhou Dali, will definitely go up, isn’t it impossible?”
"That's right, the total number of female workers in the factory is less than one slap, including the two old women who wash dishes in the cafeteria. How should we do this?"
"Stop talking nonsense to me here. This show can't be performed without lesbians. I've been thinking here today. If I can't come up with a solution, no one can leave."
Feng Dahai couldn't care so much anymore. If the top put pressure on him, he could only put the pressure on the bottom.
"this!"
"Eh"
"How to fix it"
After hearing this, a group of senior men shook their heads and sighed.
"Director, I have an idea that I don't know whether to say or not."
Just when a bunch of old men were frowning, the workshop director of Liu Haizhong's workshop suddenly seemed to remember something and whispered.
"Tell me, when is this happening? Lao He, if you have an idea, just say it. If it can be done, let us discuss it and decide later."
Finally someone opened his mouth, how could Feng Dahai not let him speak.
"Then let me just say, this, the workers in our factory are uneducated. This is a fact and cannot be changed, but this does not mean that the family members of our factory are uneducated. Do you remember Liu Guangqi, the one with bangs in our workshop? Eldest son"
Lao He looked at the expectant eyes of everyone and expressed his thoughts.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that? We still have family members."
Lao He's words suddenly enlightened Feng Dahai, as if he had arrived in a new world.
"Is the Liu Guangqi you are talking about the one who wrote articles and published articles in newspapers? By the way, I remember he won the first prize in his performance during the National Day last year and took a photo with the teacher, right? Why do you want him to represent our factory? Isn’t it appropriate to go on stage?”
"No, how can he come to our place if there is a performance in the school? I want him to find a way to put on a show for us. Don't look at this kid's age. He is a talented man. I won't mention it in the newspaper. Just The song "My Motherland and Me" that he won the award for last year was written by him."
"You mentioned this, how about we sing this?"
The forest worker on the side suddenly interjected.
"No, this song was reported to the quilt factory."
Director Feng said with regret after hearing this.
"This is not going to be easy"
Lin Gong also scratched his head after hearing this.
"It's okay. If you sign up, just sign up. At worst, we can ask this guy to write another song for us. When we were eating yesterday, I heard Liu Haizhong say that his son wrote another song for this year's school National Day party. It seems to be called my motherland. Isn’t it old money?”
The workshop director looked at another colleague who had dinner with him yesterday.
"It seems so. I even listened to Liu Haizhong humming a few words, which seemed quite pleasant. A big river has wide waves, no, no. With my voice, I can shout a chant but forget about singing, haha."
The other workshop director who was named tried to hum a few words, but ended up making himself laugh.
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry and ask Liu Haizhong to call his son."
Feng Dahai didn't want to wait a minute now. He just wanted to quickly book the show and submit it. After all, he still had to practice after the show was set, and he still had to go to rehearsal after contacting him. Time was very tight.
"It's okay to ask people to help us write songs and put on shows. After all, they are family members of our factory, but there is one thing that is difficult to handle. I heard Liu Haizhong say that the XX Cultural Troupe used his son's song in a performance last year, and afterwards he gave it to this person The kid sent one million, and I don’t know what the one million means. Anyway, if we want to ask people for songs, we can’t go empty-handed. If this spreads out, wouldn’t it be a bit bullying to the children?”
The workshop director looked at the factory and said cautiously.
"That's a problem. Don't give it. Just like you, it's a bit bullying. Even though they are children of our own factory, it won't sound good if it gets spread. If you give too much, it won't be easy to handle. Forget it, I'll approve the money. Yes, it’s all for the honor of the factory. Even other art troupes are willing to give it. A factory as big as ours can’t pay it back, so we have to call someone quickly. I remember that Yi Zhonghai and Wu Dalou in the second workshop seem to be from the same hospital as Liu Haizhong. Well, let them go too, and be sure to get these boys."
After hearing Lao He's words, Feng Dahai pondered for a moment and then made a decision.
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Just do it. When Lao He heard that the factory had made a decision, he took his teapot and walked towards his workshop without saying a word. Director Qian of the second workshop followed closely behind.
At this time, Liu Guangqi didn't know anything and was walking leisurely on his way home.
"Guangqi, look at the look in my eyes."
"Guangqi, look at how cool I am with my somersaults."
Liu Guangqi was walking here, and Jia Dongxu and Xu Damao on the other side were like two big monkeys, surrounding Liu Guangqi on the left and right, one performing somersaults, and the other winking at Liu Guangqi.
"Yeah, it's a pretty round turn, but our program doesn't require somersaults."
"Dongxu, your eyes are very sincere, but your expression is a bit exaggerated. Also, it's not good for us to be so close to each other."
Liu Guangqi smiled and commented on the performance of the two, and then pushed Jia Dongxu's head aside.
That's right, Liu Guangqi put Jia Dongxu and Xu Damao into the team to join this performance. As soon as they heard that, they joined Liu Guangqi's team without saying a word. The two of them still remembered what happened last year, and they regretted it afterwards. Their intestines were about to turn green with regret. This year, they finally had another opportunity and said they would not miss it.
The reason why Liu Guangqi brought the two of them in was, on the one hand, for the sake of dignity and being a good person in the courtyard. After all, to others, the courtyard is just a TV series, but to Liu Guangqi, this is life, this is life.
Liu Guangqi will have to spend at least twenty years around this courtyard. It is necessary to have a good relationship with these people in the courtyard. Otherwise, they will fight every day, which would be terrible.
This can't be said to be licking, it can only be regarded as normal neighborly interaction. Liu Guangqi can't put on a bad face every day for no reason and refuse people thousands of miles away. Isn't that just a disease?
On the other hand, Liu Guangqi also wants to give people the feeling of having a bright future by hanging out with his brother. One person cannot do big things. If you want to do big things, you have to have people around you. You have to learn to form cliques and work together. Isn’t it just about loyalty and having many brothers?
Although the relationship between Liu Guangqi and Jia Dongxu is not good, and everyone in the courtyard knows that the two are superficial brothers, it is precisely because of this that Liu Guangqi does this, just to show others. Anyway, Liu Guangqi has nothing to lose, so who can give the same opportunity? What's wrong with giving it to you for your own personal gain? You have the right not to invalidate it when it expires.
"Well, I'll change it now. Do you think this expression looks more natural?
After hearing this, Jia Dongxu immediately adjusted himself and showed a professional fake smile to Liu Guangqi.
"Guangqi, what do you think of my appearance?"
Xu Damao on the side was not willing to be lonely, and designed another appearance for himself, but his movements and expressions looked more and more like Teacher Chen Peisi.
