The cold wind is biting.

Chen Qi came out of CCTV and quickly sorted out the matter in his mind: The so-called bourgeois style is serious, whether it is big or small, or it is not a problem at all. The key depends on whether the people above are pursuing it.

According to the procedure, Gong Xue should indeed be taken for a conversation.

Who reported it?

He first ruled out Beijing Film Studio. Beijing Film Studio had been trained by him several times and had long since become honest, so they could only be CCTV personnel or other performers.

There are always people who think that the folk customs in the 1980s were simple and simple!

Let’s not talk about severe crackdowns. Let’s just talk about how within the system, state-owned enterprises and major factories, in order to allocate housing, evaluate professional titles, promote promotions, increase wages, win awards, etc., even just to dislike others is also a reason. Report letters are flying all over the sky, and people are

The brain can produce a pig's brain.

This is an era that is very keen on reporting.

First, the collision of old and new ideas and the conflict of interests will produce a lot of contradictions. Second, the masses have power, and if you report something, the superiors must take it seriously.

Even he himself was reported from time to time before he established a foothold in earning foreign exchange.

"My silly sister, wait for me to save you!"

"Don't ever admit it. If you admit it, you'll be ruined."

Chen Qi covered his face with a scarf, rode back to Lechunfang, picked up a prepared report, and hurried to the Ministry of Culture.

…………

office.

Ding Qiao was also a little worried.

He naturally knew about Gong Xue. For Xiao Chen's sake, he had to take care of him, but it couldn't be too obvious. The main thing was that Xiao Chen would be back in the next few days, and the young man was impulsive.

Turning anger into beauty is very detrimental to future development.

It had not been long since he took office as a new official, so he valued this extraordinary subordinate very highly and did not want to be affected.

"Dingle bell!"

The phone rang suddenly and he picked it up to listen.

"Old Ding!"

"Hey, why did you call me?"

"There is a lot of talk in the newspapers about your Spring Festival Gala. I am also itching to see it, so I called to ask! How is it? How are the preparations going?"

"It's not bad, it went relatively smoothly."

"But how come I heard that there was some trouble and that Comrade Gong Xue was reported?"

"What on earth do you want to say?"

"Hey, what I mean is that since the public has objections to her, why don't she get involved? There are so many talented people in the country, and you can't choose one to be the host?"

Ding Qiao frowned, how could a party be so popular?

He understood what the other party meant, but did not want to agree. He said: "The Spring Festival Gala is personally approved by the leaders of the Ministry of Truth. It is organized by the Ministry of Culture, with assistance from Radio, Television and CCTV. Who will host it is decided collectively."

"Oh, I'm just asking casually. I won't bother you anymore. I wish you success!"

The other party hung up.

“There’s so much trouble in the literary and art world!”

Ding Qiao suddenly felt something. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, all kinds of bad things have happened in the literary and art circles. How strict was the atmosphere, let alone now?

After sitting for a while, the secretary came in and said: "Comrade Chen Qi is here!"

"He's back?"

"Said he just arrived today."

"Let him in!"

Ding Qiao shook his head, everything came together.

Xiao Chen was smiling, but he knew that this young man had a big temper and could not bear to be wronged. If Gong Xue was mentioned, he would have to advise him not to turn a small matter into a big one, which would end badly.

"Minister Ding!"

"Xiao Chen, why did you come back just after landing and didn't rest at home?"

"I was really anxious and couldn't rest, so I had no choice but to run here..."

Chen Qi looked serious. Seeing this, Ding Qiao confirmed his suspicion. He thought that Gong Xue would be mentioned in the next sentence, so he had already prepared a draft... But the other party didn't even mention it. Instead, he said: "It's just the beginning of the new year, so I'll reply too."

Beijing, I have gained a lot in this year, and I can’t wait to report it to you.

Would you like to hold a meeting so that I can report on my work?"

Um?

Ding Qiao was a little confused and asked: "The report is okay. Everyone likes to listen to your report, but are you too impatient? Tomorrow?"

"There is so much good news. I can't wait until tomorrow. I have to invite comrades from the Hong Kong and Macao Affairs Office and the Taiwan Affairs Group, and preferably from the foreign affairs department!"

"What are you doing with the foreign affairs department?"

"That's it..."

Chen Qi said a few words, and Ding Qiao's eyes widened and he shouted: "You are so bold, you really dare to think about anything!"

"I reported this to everyone before the filming of this film. This is a good opportunity for us to conduct cultural exchanges with other countries, develop international friends, and establish an international image. We cannot waste it. I don't know when the next time will be?"

"Let me think about it!"

Ding Qiao drank half a jar of tea in one breath, put it down and said: "There is no need to invite the foreign affairs department and the Taiwan team. Even if they need to report, it must be reported by our Ministry of Culture, not through others."

"Yes, that's right, or you've thought it through carefully."

"You kid, stop flattering me. You have no sincerity in flattering me!"

Ding Qiao laughed and cursed, then immediately picked up the phone and ordered: "Relevant cadres from the ministry and comrades from the Hong Kong and Macao Affairs Office are invited to come and hold a meeting in the afternoon!"

…………

morning.

In the Tongzi Building, many people were making breakfast. The small stoves in the corridor were connected to each other, or they were cooking porridge, noodles, hot leftovers, or steaming some multigrain buns. The steam was rising, and the corridor was actually warm.

Gong Xue got up early, washed and dressed up, and prepared to go to the CCTV canteen for breakfast.

This month, she went several times a week to participate in rehearsals and became more and more familiar with the script and her new role as host.

"Good morning, Teacher Zhang!"

"Hey, you dress up so beautifully and go to the TV station again?"

"Well, what do you want to make delicious?"

"Make some stick noodle porridge, do you want to try it?"

"No, thank you. I have a bad stomach. If I eat and choke on the cold wind on the way, I'm afraid I'll get a stomachache, so I'll leave first!"

Gong Xue said goodbye to her neighbor. She was wearing a white hat, a scarf, and carrying a bag. Teacher Zhang said with a click of her tongue: "How can I say that she is from Shanghai? She is just exquisite. Oh, I can't compare!"

I went downstairs and rode out on my women's bicycle.

Before leaving the compound, he was suddenly stopped by two people.

Gong Xue was startled by the two guys who appeared and almost fell down. She put one foot on the ground and asked, "Who are you? Are you looking for me?"

"Comrade Gong Xue!"

"The organization wants to talk to you, please cooperate."

"I?"

She was stunned and asked: "Did I make any mistake?"

"Whether you have made a mistake or not, we need to organize a characterization. Some people report that your life is luxurious and corrupt, and your bourgeois style is serious... Come with us."

The visitor might also be a movie fan, so he said a few words for her sake, and his attitude was generally mild.

But Gong Xue's whole body trembled, and a memory buried in his mind was brought out again. That was more than ten years ago, when he stood on the school playground and was scolded, scolded, and ridiculed...

She followed him in confusion.

I lowered my head along the way and felt that everyone around me was looking at me, as if I had returned to those days in the past.

"Luxurious and corrupt life...bourgeois style..."

She silently recited these "crimes" and understood that her usual dress might have offended some people, so she was reported. Then she felt very upset because she had known better of not dressing up earlier.

If it was her previous personality, she would have thought like this and then disappeared. But at this moment, she couldn't help but have another thought: "Even if I didn't dress up, even if this incident hadn't happened, I might have been reported.

Because he said that only mediocrity will not be envied by others. Just like when he was at Beijing Film Studio, there were always people who made trouble for him, but he later solved them all..."

"Ugh!"

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she blinked and seemed to be wondering: Why do I think so?

(There are three more chapters tonight)
Chapter completed!