Father Jiang suppressed his temper and asked with some confusion.
"How could your Factory Director Yang do such a thing?"
"What about the other factory committee cadres? They have no objections?"
Logically speaking, a director of a large factory with over 10,000 employees should not make such a stupid mistake.
You must know that literary and artistic propaganda work is no small matter.
If you don't handle it well, you will be poked in the spine.
Jiang Ling complained angrily.
"Forget about the factory committee leaders, they are all in the same group."
"We also set up a New Year's cultural performance team, saying that we should work together to do a good job in the cultural performance. In my opinion, it is just a group of amateurs who are giving blind orders."
"The first thing the newly elected person in charge did when he took office was to reject the program list I prepared. I was so angry that I just quit."
Father Jiang took a deep breath.
Now I know why my daughter is so angry at home.
After a pause, Jiang Ling continued: "As for the reason, I think it has something to do with an audience member."
On the way home, she figured out some things.
Lying next to his father.
Whispered a few words softly.
After hearing this, Jiang's father gradually relaxed his frown and murmured to himself.
"I see. Do you want to express yourself in front of that leader? What a pity...your wishful thinking will come to nothing."
Father Jiang shook his head.
He worked with that big shot for a while.
With his style, he will definitely criticize this kind of leading cadres who ignore reality and only pursue superficiality.
Jiang Ling looked at her father expectantly.
"Dad, can you talk to our factory director and ask him to stop doing this, so that we can correct the chaos in time and invite Cao Weidong back?"
"Otherwise, the New Year's performance that I have worked so hard to plan will really be ruined."
Father Jiang sighed.
"This matter is a bit difficult to handle."
"If the people below me dare to do this, I will definitely skin them, but the steel rolling mill is not part of the military system, so it is not easy for me to interfere."
Jiang Ling curled her lips and stopped talking. She sat aside and sulked alone.
Seeing his precious daughter's depressed look, Father Jiang, an old soldier who had been fighting all his life, suddenly felt at a loss.
He gritted his teeth and said.
"Well, let me talk to Lao An and ask him to see if there is any room for change."
Father Jiang blushed a little.
I feel that this kind of behavior is a complaint.
When Jiang Ling heard her father's promise, she became happy and urged Jiang's father to go now.
"It's such a cold day..."
Father Jiang was a little unhappy.
But being urged by Jiang Ling, he had no choice but to smile bitterly, shake his head, wrap up his military coat and go out.
......
It's a bit cloudy tonight.
The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and there were no lights on the road, so it was pitch black and it was hard to see.
Two gray-haired old men walked hard toward the steel rolling mill.
Maybe I’m tired from walking.
Two old men supported each other and sat on a stone to rest.
One of the old men complained breathlessly.
"Old Chiang, why are you dragging me out so late? If I fall down here with my old bones, I might have to go to see Marx before you do."
This person is none other than Mr. Jiang’s gold medal partner, Mr. Wei.
The other one is naturally Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang ignored Mr. Wei's complaints and just kept urging.
"Hurry up, let's go as soon as we've rested. My apprentice is rehearsing today, so you can see the effect of my teaching."
"I'm not bragging, Ding Qiunan's foundation is really good. I really found a treasure this time."
He looks really sweet.
Mr. Wei: Haha.
What do you call your apprentice?
Ding Qiunan didn’t admit it.
Speaking of which, ever since he met Ding Qiunan, Mr. Jiang has been thinking about her little girl.
I feel that it would be a waste for such a good young man not to take him as his teacher.
In addition, Mr. Jiang also feels sorry for the songs he wrote, and is afraid that they will be buried like this.
So he didn't think about food or tea every day, and he lost a few pounds.
Finally, at the instigation of Mr. Wei, Mr. Jiang secretly approached Ding Qiunan and offered to guide Ding Qiunan in singing.
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This time he wisely did not mention the matter of apprenticeship.
Ding Qiunan also wanted to sing this "Worker's Hymn" well, and gave Cao Weidong a surprise with free guidance, so he agreed.
She has only one request.
Don’t tell Cao Weidong yet.
Plan to give him a surprise.
Mr. Jiang naturally doesn't care.
In this way, the old and the young reached a tacit understanding.
During rehearsals, Mr. Jiang would come over to guide Ding Qiunan in singing. When Cao Weidong accepted the rehearsal results, he would quietly leave.
So only Jiang Ling and a few members of the literary and artistic propaganda team knew about this.
I have to say that Ding Qiunan is very talented.
Under the guidance of Mr. Jiang, Ding Qiunan's singing skills have made rapid progress.
This time, Mr. Jiang wanted to show Mr. Wei the results of his students, so he brought him along.
At Mr. Jiang's urging, Mr. Wei sighed, got up and continued on his way.
But when the two old confinement mothers rushed to the staff activity room of the steel rolling mill, they were shocked.
The staff activity room was noisy.
Most of the team members have left, and only a few people are cleaning the room.
Mr. Jiang looked at his watch in confusion.
We usually rehearse at this time, why did we end so early today?
"Little comrade, what is going on?"
Mr. Wei grabbed a member of the literary and art propaganda team and asked.
This team member knew Mr. Jiang and said, "You don't know yet, but something big has happened to our literary and art propaganda team."
He recounted what happened in the past two days.
"What!"
After learning that Cao Weidong was punished, Jiang Ling was angry and left, and Ding Qiunan stopped acting.
Mr. Jiang felt like his lungs were going to explode.
Cao Weidong and Jiang Ling don't care, he can't let his precious apprentice be angry.
"It's so lawless! You do this just because you are the leader. You are nothing short of a moth! This is an abuse of power!"
He was so angry that he spun around in circles, trying to argue with Director Yang, but was grabbed by Mr. Wei.
Mr. Jiang said angrily.
"Old Wei, why are you pulling me? If Director Yang doesn't give me a satisfactory explanation, I will definitely not be able to spare him."
Mr. Wei said calmly.
"It's useless for you to do this. Don't you know the style of these people? I'm going to delay you for ten days and a half. By then the New Year's performance will be over. What's the point of this?"
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"Let's complain to the superiors. Last time we had dinner, I saw that they were quite afraid of Secretary Li of the Municipal Party Committee, so let's go to him."
Mr. Jiang's eyes lit up.
"Yes, let's do it. Let's go and file a complaint."
.......
At the same time.
Several young people from the literary and art propaganda team walked home together.
One of the employees, Hao Aijun, cursed angrily.
"Xu Qingying is just an embroidered pillow. The logic of the little play she choreographed does not make sense. How can it be put on the stage?"
The companion advised: "What can we do? We are the leader, so we can do whatever the leader says. Don't think so much."
Yes.
They are just ordinary workers who love performing.
What can be done?
But Hao Aijun felt aggrieved from the bottom of his heart.
He fell silent.
Follow your companions all the way on the dark path.
Until a few people entered Sijiu City.
The companion patted Hao Aijun on the shoulder.
"Aijun, don't think about it. The matter has been decided. Unless you have a relative who is a senior cadre, there is nothing you can do."
"Go back early, I'll have a drink with you another day."
The shot from his companion was like a thunderbolt, waking up Hao Aijun
He said excitedly: "I have a solution, I have a solution."