Mr. Hou sighed a few words, and then gave careful instructions to the members of the Peking Opera Troupe.
"This New Year's performance is very important. Everyone should pay attention to it mentally and be cautious in actions. You must not make mistakes to avoid being laughed at by other colleagues."
"Don't worry, boss, we understand!"
Friends from the Peking Opera Troupe expressed their opinions one after another.
In the beginning, many of them were actually unwilling to come.
New Year's Eve is a day for family reunion.
Because of this performance, I definitely won’t be able to have New Year’s Eve dinner with my family.
In addition, they are also famous actors in Sijiu City. Coming here to rescue a little-known literary and artistic propaganda team is really a bit of a loss.
If Mr. Hou hadn't suppressed them, they would have started a quarrel long ago.
However, when they actually came here, they discovered that it was completely different.
It seems that they don’t need to save this New Year’s performance.
Especially when they saw the extravagant performance lineup of the New Year's Cultural Performance, they collectively fell silent.
All complaints disappeared.
Who said this was from the Caotai team?
This is clearly the temple of the gods where all the heroes gather!
Everyone became excited when they thought that they would perform on the same stage with so many famous actors.
Everyone sat around the stove in the room and discussed carefully the program the team was going to perform.
Just when they were chatting in full swing.
There was a knock on the door.
Mr. Hou asked casually: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Cao Weidong."
"It turns out to be Mr. Cao, please wait."
Mr. Hou immediately trotted over and opened the door.
I saw Cao Weidong standing outside the door, with two inconspicuous pole baskets beside him.
The pole basket is covered with floral cloth.
I can't see what's inside.
Mr. Hou just glanced at it casually, then withdrew his gaze and invited warmly.
"Mr. Cao, why are you here at this time? We are just discussing the program to be performed. You are here at the right time. You can help us give some advice and give us some advice."
Cao Weidong waved his hand and smiled gently.
"Mr. Hou is too praised. I am just a layman. How can there be any reason in this world for a layman to command an expert?"
Not only does this happen, but it’s quite a lot!
Mr. Hou actually dislikes this kind of behavior, but it is what it is and there is nothing he can do about it.
Cao Weidong's simple words immediately brought the two of them closer.
Mr. Hou became more and more fond of Cao Weidong.
He said with a smile.
"As the saying goes, one person's wisdom is short, but everyone's wisdom is strong. Maybe you can help us develop better works by giving us your opinions."
Cao Weidong knew that this old man was the master who adapted the play Shajiabang, so how dare he try his best?
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He shook his head and said.
"Forget it, it's getting late, I'll just say a few words and leave."
"Everyone has worked hard. We have to rehearse the show during the Chinese New Year and can't go home to spend time with my family. I feel a little sorry, so I have prepared some New Year's goods for everyone. They are not worth much. Please let the brothers and sisters of the Peking Opera Troupe know.
Let’s split it up.”
Cao Weidong pointed to the two pole baskets beside him, paused, and continued: "One more thing. I will be the host tomorrow night and treat everyone to dinner and drinks in the canteen of the steel rolling mill. You must come."
Mr. Hou couldn't refuse, so he reluctantly accepted.
"Then let me thank Mr. Cao for everyone. We will definitely go to the banquet on time tomorrow."
Send Cao Weidong away.
Mr. Hou looked at the two pole baskets and sighed: "Experienced human feelings are articles, and understanding of world affairs is knowledge. This Cao Weidong is not simple."
The two pole baskets are heavy.
He estimated that it was just cabbage and fruits, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
But this thoughtfulness moved him very much.
After all, etiquette is less important than affection.
At this time, a little girl named Tian Xiaoyu in the group said impatiently.
"Boss, you'd better stop feeling emotional. Let's take a quick look at what's in the pole basket."
"Okay, let's open it and see what kind of surprise Comrade Cao Weidong has prepared for us."
Mr. Hou said casually.
After receiving the authorization, Tian Xiaoyu uncovered the floral cloth on the pole basket.
Then his eyes widened and he screamed.
The companions were frightened by Tian Xiaoyu's scream, thinking that she had seen something dangerous, and hurriedly gathered around her.
"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"
Tian Xiaoyu pointed to the pole basket and said with a swish.
"Look inside the pole basket..."
Everyone looked in the direction of Tian Xiaoyu's finger.
Everyone’s eyes were shocked.
I saw dozens of cans of canned fruits neatly stacked in the pole basket.
The plump fruits are soaked in sugar water and look extremely tempting.
There are many candies scattered next to the cans.
And on top of these things are a few wooden boxes stacked randomly.
There was a young guy who was very close. He picked up a box, opened it and looked inside.
Then my hands trembled and I almost threw the box out.
"My little ancestor, please slow down, slow down."
Mr. Hou's sharp eyes saw what was in the box, and he quickly ran over and grabbed the wooden box.
Then he breathed a long sigh of relief.
Someone asked curiously.
"Boss, what's in this? Why are you so careful?"
"See for yourselves."
Mr. Hou carefully placed the wooden box on the ground.
Now everyone can see it.
The box contains a palm-sized ginseng.
The whole body is dark yellow, the roots are intact, and the appearance is excellent.
"My dear, it will take thirty years to get such a big ginseng, right?"
"More than that, I guess it will take at least fifty years. This is a treasure that even money can't buy."
"You just put this thing in a pole basket and gave it to us? I'm starting to like Mr. Cao a little bit."
Some friends even started to suggest: "Boss, let's simply disband the Peking Opera Troupe and merge it into the literary and art propaganda team, and join Mr. Cao to enjoy the hot and spicy food."
When Mr. Hou heard this, he immediately blew his beard and stared.
"You fart!"
After a pause, he said sarcastically.
"We are a formal unit, how can we disband just because we say we are disbanded?"
At this moment, even though Mr. Hou had a firm revolutionary will, he was still shocked by Cao Weidong's generosity.
Everyone burst into laughter.
When the fuss was enough, Mr. Hou led people to take out the remaining wooden boxes and opened them one by one, and found that they were filled with precious medicinal materials.
Then they uncovered the flower cloth on the other pole basket.
This time, the pole basket contained more than ten bags of fat and thin pork belly, with an equal number of red envelopes placed on them.
The red envelopes are all the same, containing a brand new big black gift card.
"What a generous move."
Mr. Hou said to everyone.
"These are the New Year's goods prepared by Mr. Cao for us. Let's take them and share them. But there is one thing. Since we have accepted other people's money, we must put in all our housekeeping skills and behave well. Do you hear me?" "I heard it, long live the boss, long live Mr. Cao!"
Everyone in the Peking Opera Troupe immediately cheered.
Even though they are famous actors, their salaries are actually not very high.
Life is tight.
After dividing these things, each of them can get at least a bag of pork belly, half a catty of candy, two cans, as well as an expensive Chinese herbal medicine and a red envelope.
Added together, this is worth a lot of money.
When the time comes to take it home, it will be a great honor.
Seeing the happy faces of the group members, Mr. Hou also had a smile on his face.
His lover also always complains that he is not free during the Chinese New Year and can't spend time with her and the children. He shouldn't say anything now, right?