He is still considered the number one figure in Sijiu City.
He also has an administrative rank on his body.
Belongs to mid-level cadres.
Unexpectedly, my invitation was rejected by a girl.
Mr. Jiang became angrier the more he thought about it.
He handed the music score to Ding Qiunan and issued an eviction order.
"Just pretend that I have never said these words. Give me the song I wrote for you and we will settle the matter."
Mr. Wei said with regret: "Comrade Xiao Ding, you...what a pity."
With the help of Mr. Jiang, Ding Qiunan will definitely have smooth sailing on the road of music.
It's a pity that the other party didn't seize this opportunity.
Instead, it annoyed Mr. Jiang.
Cao Weidong shrugged indifferently.
He placed the gifts he had prepared on the ground and took Ding Qiunan out of the family building where Mr. Jiang lived.
Ding Qiunan's head almost dropped to her chest.
I feel uneasy, like a child who has made a mistake, waiting for criticism from his parents.
"Brother Wei Dong, have I caused trouble for you?"
After getting along with Ding Qiunan for a long time, Cao Weidong felt more and more that Ding Qiunan was actually a very simple person.
She was not upset that she missed the opportunity, but was worried about causing trouble to Cao Weidong.
Cao Weidong smiled and said: "It's okay, what kind of trouble is this?"
He respects Ding Qiunan's personal wishes.
In the process of getting along with Ding Qiunan, he has a very sense of propriety and will not force Ding Qiunan to do things he doesn't like.
This is why Ding Qiunan becomes more and more inseparable from Cao Weidong.
And there is another reason.
Cao Weidong knows the future history well.
With Mr. Jiang's temper, he is very likely to be involved in that storm.
Ding Qiunan has nothing to do with this old gentleman, which might be a good thing.
"Don't think so much, let's see how this song turns out. If it doesn't satisfy me, let's go back and settle the score with those two old guys."
"Don't say that, we are all artists."
"Then what's the matter? In my eyes, they are just two bad old men, very bad."
Cao Weidong waved his fist and said viciously.
His movements were extremely exaggerated, making Ding Qiunan giggle.
Ding Qiunan slowly unfolded the music score and read it carefully several times. His eyes shone with amazement and he said excitedly: "This song is really well written."
"Really? Then sing it to me."
Cao Weidong glanced at the music score.
There is a page full of musical notation and I can’t understand it at all.
Fortunately, Ding Qiunan is here.
Just let Ding Qiunan sing to herself.
"Well, okay."
Ding Qiunan has worked hard during this period and has no problem recognizing music and music.
The two of them chose a nearby park, walked to a relatively remote corner, and sat on a bench leaning against each other.
Ding Qiunan hummed to the staff a few times to get familiar with the rhythm, and then started singing with a slight stumble.
Cao Weidong listened attentively.
This song is called "Worker's Hymn".
The overall context is somewhat similar to "We Walk on the Road", but the overall style is indeed different.
If you want to compare these two songs together, it is difficult to simply define who copied whom.
Because they are more like different interpretations of the same patriotic sentiment.
Of course, Cao Weidong can't comment on who is better and who is worse, because both songs are excellent.
Cao Weidong felt that the expense of hosting a banquet was worth it.
This song was definitely a hit at the New Year's Art Performance!
When Ding Qiunan finished singing, he was just about to applaud when a voice suddenly sounded from behind them.
"Good song!"
Cao Weidong and Ding Qiunan were a little stunned.
They all looked behind them.
I saw a group of people standing behind them. One of them, a middle-aged man with a kind face and wearing a Chinese tunic suit, seemed to be the leader of these people. He was the one who spoke just now.
These people didn't know when they stopped, just standing quietly behind them, listening to Ding Qiunan singing.
At this time, the friendly-looking middle-aged man asked.
"Little comrade, what's the name of the song you sing?"
I don’t know why, but when it comes to dating middle-aged men, I always feel like I’m half a head short.
She replied a little awkwardly: "This song is called a worker's hymn, and it is a hymn dedicated to the working class."
"Workers' Hymn... It's such a good name and has a good meaning. I also like the lyrics, but it's a little strange. Why haven't I heard it before?"
Ding Qiunan honestly told the birth of this song and the purpose of its use.
When the middle-aged man heard about the creator, he couldn't help but smile.
"It turns out it's Mr. Jiang and Mr. Wei, no wonder."
"Which factory do you belong to? When is the cultural performance scheduled?"
Ding Qiunan said.
"Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, the time is from 7 to 9 pm on New Year's Eve."
The middle-aged man silently wrote it down and sighed: "If I can spare time, I will definitely go there in person to see your art performance and listen to you sing this song."
Ding Qiunan asked curiously: "Sir, the art performance is on New Year's Eve, do you still have to be busy with work?"
"Yes, there are still many things to be busy with, and there is not enough time."
The middle-aged man sighed softly, gave a few more instructions, and left the park accompanied by the people around him.
"This man is so strange..."
Ding Qiunan looked at Cao Weidong and was suddenly startled.
Cao Weidong looked serious and tried hard to suppress his inner excitement.
"What's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?"
"No."
Cao Weidong warned seriously: "Qiu Nan, you must practice this song well, and you must show your best performance on the stage of the art performance."
Ding Qiunan nodded in understanding.
Cao Weidong turned to look at the background of the middle-aged man who was gradually receding, and took a deep breath.
He has already recognized the other party's identity.
Thinking that the big shot might participate in the New Year's Art Performance, he suddenly felt a little more pressure.
.......
Cao Weidong has always liked to share weal and woe with the people.
As a result, the pressure Cao Weidong felt was passed on to the members of the literary and artistic propaganda team.
Every day, the team members have a busy day during the day, and they have to gather in the staff activity room to rehearse the program at night. They are busy until eight or nine o'clock before returning.
Even so, all the team members gritted their teeth and persisted, not daring to slack off at all.
I even secretly rehearse for a while after I get home.
Strive to perform better the next day.
The next day.
In the staff activity room.
Jiang Ling clapped her hands and gathered the team members.
"Everyone gather together and practice "Workers' Hymn" first, and then everyone goes through their positions again!"
After discussion between Cao Weidong and Ding Qiunan, the workers' hymn was changed to a form where Ding Qiunan takes the lead and all the team members sing a chorus.
Therefore, the team members added another rehearsal content every day.
The team members have no objections.
And very happy.
Because every time they sing "Workers' Hymn", they feel that their hearts are full of power.
After the arrangements were made, Ding Qiunan began to organize everyone's standing positions.
This is the program she is responsible for, so she is particularly concerned about it.
The other side.
Jiang Leng found Cao Weidong, took today's rehearsal plan, and complained with a bitter look on his face.
"Director Cao, the team members have already worked very hard, you can't increase the training intensity any more."