It shouldn't be...

The feedback from the scene gave Zhou Nan a sense of tragedy, as if he died before he left the battlefield, leaving a hero in tears.

What about the script of "Shuangwen" that was promised? Does it have a rhythm that can't be beat every minute?

No, it won't!

After buffering for a while, Zhou Nan felt that the problem should lie in the selection of songs, such as red songs and so on. The melody is very different from popular music. Without the bonus of story background, it is really difficult for people to accept it when they first appear.

But after all, it is a civilization of an era, how can it be denied so easily.

Well, so dominating the art world is still just around the corner!

Instantly resurrected with full health, Zhou Nan walked off the stage with confidence, and then... was blocked.

"Jockey Club? Why are you squatting at the door if you're not watching the show?"

Lao Ma held the thermos cup in his hand and looked Zhou Nanneng up and down for a minute, "Isn't your kid being penetrated?"

"Oh, you are able to keep up with the times, and you also know how to travel through time." Zhou Nan was not worried about being "exposed" at all. No one could prove this thing anyway, even he himself was in a daze.

"You're looking down on people, aren't you? People don't like to do this kind of thing in TV dramas anymore. It's so vulgar!" Lao Ma said with a look of disgust, "I didn't expect you to have a hidden skill. You don't show it at all on weekdays."

Although Lao Ma talks it easy now, in fact when he first performed in Zhou Nan, from the initial anxiety to the disbelief, his heart has been raised in his throat and he has never let it go. Until now, he still feels like he is stepping on cotton.

Same, so unreal.

Fortunately, not only did I pass this test today, but I also seemed to pass it with flying colours?

Zhou Nan took advantage of the opportunity and said, "I made you laugh, so the resignation...do you think it has been approved?"

"..." Lao Ma chose to strategically ignore it, and instead warned, "Don't rush back home yet. Report to the bureau after the performance is over."

No, what time is it now? Can we still have normal working hours?

Zhou Nan pondered hard. He didn't even have time to verify that his location had changed. He kept working non-stop. He knew that it was wrong for the police to go to and from get off work, but he didn't expect it to be so wrong!

Seeing Zhou Nan's reluctance, Lao Ma tutted and revealed, "The boss summoned me."

Boss? Branch boss? After a quick glance, Zhou Nan only remembered his surname Yang.

Regarding the structure of the Kyoto public security team, Zhou Nan, who had just "joined the job" for a day, expressed that he was not familiar with it. Even Lao Ma only picked it up temporarily from the address book this morning.

But as long as you don't succeed in resigning for a day, it's better to abide by the rules of the police force. After all, you are twenty-six, and you are no longer the age where you can defy the sky and the earth.

More than an hour later, everyone arrived in the conference room of the Chengdong Branch.

Seriously speaking, the branch held a small meeting in the evening. In addition to the branch leadership, the meeting was also attended by Wensong, the leader of the Kyoto Police Art Troupe, and Lao Jiang, the person in charge of the party.

Combined with the name tag, Zhou Nan finally recognized everyone without hesitation, without revealing his identity every minute.

The meeting was chaired by Lao Ma. Zhou Nan, who was sitting at the end, listened for a while and understood. The main topic was the summary and arrangement of various activities to celebrate the centenary of the founding of D.

In normal years, this kind of thing would be just a formality in a busy unit like theirs, as long as the plan is drawn up and the senior leaders are asked to go over it, but this year is different.

Chinese people have always been obsessed with integers, let alone a special number like "one hundred" that symbolizes perfection. Naturally, we cannot overemphasize it.

At the beginning of the meeting, the Horse Racing Bureau reported one by one the arrangements for the Chengdong Branch's "centenary" celebrations. Tonight's report performance was only part of it. Activities such as "Theme Education" and "Job Competition" have been held in the early stage. Later,

A series of activities such as democratic assessment of party members, party classes, condolences to poor party members, and red tours will also be arranged.

"The first is to strengthen leadership and raise awareness...the second is to highlight the theme...the third is..."

Lao Ma talked eloquently for nearly an hour, and then he put away his speech without finishing it. The bosses were obviously used to it, and even though it was past ten o'clock in the evening, they were still full of energy.

In contrast, Comrade Zhou Nan, who had never participated in such a meeting and was the youngest in the room, looked even more sleepy.

Finally, it was time for the main show, and the boss came on stage. Director Yang first expressed his affirmation of the preliminary work, and then put forward requirements and expectations for the subsequent work arrangements. The whole process was unscripted, but he was able to easily surpass the boss.

"..." Zhou Nan covered his mouth and yawned secretly, so why did he ask him to come to the meeting? With this time, he was able to "originally" produce several songs.

Seeing that he was about to leave at 11 o'clock, Zhou Nan desperately wondered whether to go home for a while or just spend the night in the office.

He even thought casually, wouldn't it be simpler and more direct if he resigned at this time? After all, the top leaders in every link are there, and the whole signing and approval process is simplified.

Just when he was distracted, he suddenly realized that all eyes in the audience were staring at him.

"?"

No, my friend just lost his mind and was cueed?

After all, it was Lao Ma who was upright and took the initiative to smooth things over, "Xiao Zhou, you performed well in the performance tonight, which reflected the spirit of our public security team. I didn't expect that our team Zhou is not only good at solving crimes, but also good at singing!"

The leadership team of the branch were obviously very familiar with Zhou Nan, and they started teasing him one by one.

"Good guy, the moment I heard Xiao Zhou was about to go on stage to sing, I thought I had reported the wrong thing."

"With two brushes, I feel that my singing is no worse than those singers on TV."

"What do you mean by not bad? I think Xiao Zhou's singing is much better than many singers who don't know what they are talking about nowadays. Plus with this appearance, what do you mean by that? Oh yes, it's no problem to make a debut or make a debut!"

"Then the relationship is good. If our bureau has a star, it will be the only one in the public security team!"

"Hahaha..."

The atmosphere in the small conference room suddenly became joyful and peaceful.

Hey, isn't this a coincidence? Isn't it?

Zhou Nan, who was already eager to try, immediately took advantage of the situation, "I was thinking about resigning to become a singer, so the leaders helped me approve it~"

"..."

The venue was quiet for a few seconds, and then joyful and peaceful laughter erupted again.

"Our Zhou team actually has a day where we can joke!"

Even the boss laughed and cursed, "You kid!"

Okay, everyone in the audience thought they were joking, except Ma Tianshun who covered his chest with a thermos cup and said, "Ancestral, please calm down for a while!"

So, how can we make people believe that I really want to resign? What I thought could be solved in minutes with just an application form actually seems to be developing into a problem of the century.

No, how can I engage in music if I don’t resign? How can I dominate the art world? How can I live up to my entertainment and entertainment scripts!

Seeing at a glance that Zhou Nan was about to continue "making trouble", Lao Ma interrupted first, "What's going on? Director Yang, Captain Wen has something to ask your opinion on."

Zhou Nan choked back as he spoke, "!" Lao Ma, what kind of grudges do we have...

Wen Song, the leader of the police art troupe who had no idea why, did not notice the undercurrent between the two at all, and asked with expectation, "Bureau Yang, I wonder if our troupe can use the song "Singing" that your bureau will report on tonight.

"Send a Folk Song to D" as the submitted piece for the ministry's July 1st Party?"
Chapter completed!