Chapter 152 Literary Congress

"Xiao Qin, what did I say, good things are coming soon! Is the cake I drew really real? Ah?"

In the studio's chief director's office, Jin Yue looked at Qin Muchu who was watching carefully with the documents, and his tone was full of jokes.

The documents in Qin Muchu's hand are precisely an invitation letter, an invitation letter from the Arts Congress.

The Cultural Congress, full name of the National Congress of Literature and Art Workers of China, was changed to the China Federation of Literary and Art Festivals in 1953, and was held from time to time. By this time, it was already the eighth session.

This is the highest standard conference for literary and artistic workers. Being able to attend the conference is the highest recognition and affirmation of literary and artistic workers.

The guests of the conference include representatives from various local areas and representatives from major literary and artistic organizations across the country, such as Writers Association, Film Association, TV Drama Association, Drama Association, etc.

They are all the top figures in various fields.

“So what is a special guest?”

Qin Muchu looked at the belonging organization column on the invitation letter and asked questions.

"Because you have no organization, the list of representatives from various places and associations has been decided, and you can only attend the meeting as a special guest."

"But."

Qin Muchu is interested:

"It means we're wrong?"

As I said that, I also went to my own position and followed Chen Daomin.

"Maybe the people in the Propaganda Department appreciate your talent."

"Good special guests!"

"Yes."

"Haha, you guessed it, which association you have, is also a local recommendation."

So it should be reasonable to sit with the Propaganda Department?

But it's not that coincidental?

Someone told you that you have to bring a notebook to record during a meeting?

Chen Daomin's young man mixed in, and it seemed abrupt.

Chen Daomin thought high, and after a while, his body shook, he suddenly raised his head:

Chen Daomin put on the attendance ID card and retreated with Pei Boyu.

Director Wu’s attitude towards himself is OK, I should be willing to tear two pieces of paper for you, right?

"Okay!"

I want to verify with myself the philosophical question of "whether to save an innocent person or a group of 'innocent' people".

Qin Muchu shook his head,

I was the first to attend the venue in that row, and the seats next to me were still empty, and no one took a seat in front of me one after another.

I took off my hat:

Waiting for Chen Daomin to answer, I said again:

Pei Bo tripped his left leg with his right leg, and he almost fell down with one staggering, supporting the wall with one hand and holding the other waist that was not shining.

"Is that? He also came to attend the meeting? Is it a local or a representative from which organization?"

You have no recommendations, are not part of any organization, but are able to attend, what does this mean?"

"You have to see where he is sitting."

Chen Daomin also noticed Qin Muchu's gaze. It was rare to see such a puzzled expression under my face. Haha, laughed:

Whether Director Wu spoke, he just pointed to the podium below and looked at the rear like the rest of the people.

Chen Daomin was thinking that the radio in the venue was making a voice to remind the meeting that it was about to end.

The few people who were walking aside looked at Chen Daomin. Although they wondered if I was dressed strangely, they turned around and talked about their own affairs again.

There was a clue in the lower body, but the calf on the table suddenly exerted force and hit Chen Daomin's legs.

It's somewhere else, if someone recognizes it, it causes a sensation... these patrol soldiers are all with them.

"Yes, yes." Chen Daomin shook his head and denied.

...

"What's the good thing?"

Director Wu smiled under his face and reached out to press Chen Daomin's control hands.

"Is it about work?"

"You have to be careless."

The unit can also be inferred from the seat.

Fewer and fewer participants retreated into the venue, and Qin Muchu had no time to worry about it. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, and finally said it.

Qin Muchu stared at her eyes.

"He's that mouth."

"How did he come to the meeting?"

Jin Yue turned around and walked slowly:

"That session was delayed for several months, and you thought it was cancelled."

A woman sits next to me with a smile.

Chen Daomin turned his head blankly and looked at Director Wu, his lips still trembling.

"I just looked familiar when I looked around, it was him."

After a while, Chen Daomin and Qin Muchu who were chatting stopped talking.

Chen Daomin glanced at the number under the seat and slowly determined the location based on his seat number.

Pei Boyu is talking nonsense, that is the most reasonable reason I can think of.

The small red walls, the flying seven-star red flags, and the endless stream of tourists.

Pei Boyu apologized and penetrated through the group of people.

The weak impact made Chen Daomin come back to his senses and sat up.

"Teacher Chen?"

After saying that, I patted Chen Daomin on the shoulder and walked towards my seat.

I walked back with a small step, and sure enough, I saw a whiteboard with my name written on it under the table behind a seat.

Chen Daoming said that, suddenly reached out to Chen Daomin's collar, pulled out Chen Daomin's tie, and laughed:

One moment, Qin Muchu stopped, stuffed his tie back to Chen Daomin's suit, and then tied me up with his collar.

So what position do you think you can use to make that dream?

"Da Qin?"

The ancestral tomb is filled with smoke!

"If you guess it."

My arrival did not attract much attention. The nearby people continued to chat with the people around me after seeing it.

The tongue trembles, saying it's a word.

Hearing Chen Daomin's words, Jin Yue was stunned, his momentum suddenly declined, and his straight waist bent a little:

"Bad boy, he's on the wrong post now!"

"You are very weak, how could you be tired!"

...

But Pei Boyu's identity card is empty, there is nothing.

"Master,Master,Master..."

It was Director Wu, the Propaganda Department who went to the Spring Festival Gala to watch the rehearsal this day.

Chen Daomin quickly stood up and helped Jin Yue:

But that is beyond Qin Muchu's ears. In the popular words nowadays, it's not that big boy is filling a cup.

The tie method is to change it slightly under the tie method of the red scarf, I think it is quite wrong...

Chen Daomin thought about this Propaganda Department Director Wu, who was inexplicably friendly to him, and it was my work to be able to participate in the meeting at a low probability.

I am in both movies and TV associations, and if Chen Daomin joins me, I would know.

The small door of the small hall is open.
To be continued...