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Chapter 150 Add fuel to the fire

After completing the entry procedures, Jia Yulin took Zheng Qian to visit the various office buildings of the song and dance troupe. On the left is the newly built fifteen-story super-tall building, which even in later generations will look spectacular, and on the right is the seven-story old unit building.

, the exterior walls have been renovated to echo the new building.

Standing in front of the tiles, Zheng Qian could see the reflection reflected in the mirror of the tiles.

At this time, behind them was a group of women from the dance team in costumes who had obviously just performed. At this time, someone was passing by and looked up casually. When he saw Zheng Qian, he let out a sigh and paused.

He stopped walking, then asked with wide eyes: "This young man, does he look familiar?"

A group of dance teammates behind him all turned around.

All of a sudden, hundreds of thousands of big sisters with heavy makeup and light makeup look at you with wide eyes. Are you panicked?

Zheng Qian's heart skipped a beat and he smiled in return.

A group of people looked at Zheng Qian suspiciously, but obviously did not recognize him, so they all turned around and walked towards the unit building.

Jia Yulin pursed her lips and smiled: "Are you scared?"

Zheng Qian came to his senses: "No, it was just a little sudden, ahem, weird."

"You're sweating!" Jia Yulin thoughtfully took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian thanked him and followed Jia Yulin into the office building while wiping his sweat: "Are those comrades from the dance team?"

"Yes." Jia Yulin said: "The new office building not only has a creative studio, but also a chorus, dance team, band and stage art team. But don't worry, we have all installed sound insulation facilities, so you can't hear anything."

Zheng Qian nodded.

Soon, Jia Yulin led Zheng Qian to the third floor of the new unit building. The entire floor was dedicated to the creative studio. There were exclusive offices for the creative studio director Wang Chuanjun and deputy director Zhang Zhixin. There were also accounting offices, logistics offices, and conference rooms.

room, reception room, etc.

Jia Yulin asked Zheng Qian to wait in the reception room.

About half an hour later, the sound of leather shoes was heard in the corridor, and soon, three middle-aged men who looked to be in their forties or fifties walked into the reception room.

Zheng Qian stood up quickly. Under Jia Yulin's introduction, Zheng Qian learned the identities of the three people.

They are creative office director Wang Chuanjun, deputy director Zhang Zhixin, and songwriter Zhou He.

Zheng Qian was shocked when two big bosses from the unit came in person. This was something he never expected.

Unexpectedly, Zhou He was also there.

He had met Zhou He. When he was rehearsing the Dragon Boat Festival condolence performance, there was a conflict within the Comrades Art Troupe in the rehearsal hall. Because his thinking was exhausted, he could not compose new music. In addition, Zhou He was scolded by deputy leader Liu Zhenhua, and Zhou He lost his temper.

I just threw my pick and left.

Unexpectedly, Zhou He joined the post of General Administration...

Zheng Qian thought the same thing. According to Wei Yehong, there is a shortage of outstanding songwriters in major art troupes nowadays, and Zhou He is even more famous in the industry. Since the Comrades Art Troupe can no longer stay, naturally other art troupes come to welcome and say hello.

I just didn't expect to be transferred to the general administration.

"Xiao Zheng, I finally see you!"

Wang Chuanjun smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Zheng Qian, and said happily: "With you and Zhou He as two generals, it's time for our studio to raise a banner for songwriting and songwriting."

Zheng Qian looked at Wang Chuanjun, which was different from the impression he got from talking on the phone. Wang Chuanjun had gray hair on his temples and was upright. He looked almost fifty years old, but his voice was still loud. On the way here, he had seen Wang Chuanjun's information, the country

A family of screenwriters and writers have gone through the most difficult period, and now they are sitting in this position. You can imagine the efforts they put in during this period.

Behind him is deputy director Zhang Zhixin, who is relatively gentle, a fourth-level civilian cadre, equivalent to a university, a national first-level screenwriter, and also a professional calligrapher and a professor at CAFA. It is said that the price of a copybook is surprisingly high in the outside world.

He can be said to be worth a fortune. Looking at Zheng Qian at this moment, he also showed a kind smile.

Zhou He also smiled and shook hands with Zheng Qian: "It's better to be famous than to meet him. Comrade Zheng Qian is younger than I thought."

After a few people were seated, Jia Yulin took out a cup and helped pour tea.

The cup was a traditional iron cup with a red five-pointed star and the five characters "Serve the People" printed on it. It had a sense of age and made Zheng Qian very emotional.

And Zheng Qian also noticed a detail.

The two directors drank tea very casually, but Zhou He had a look of disgust on his face and did not move the tea even after it cooled down.

"Comrade Zheng Qian, I wonder if Commander Yun Gang has told you why he transferred you to the creative studio?" Wang Chuanjun asked.

Zheng Qian shook his head: "I heard a little bit, but not very clear. Moreover, Captain Yungang and I have never met... I came directly to our studio after receiving the transfer order."

Wang Chuanjun and Zhang Zhixin looked at each other, both a little surprised.

""March of the Steel Torrent" has received good responses overseas, especially in Eastern European countries, triggering a wave of study. In order to continue to increase our country's influence abroad, the higher authorities have set a task and require our studio to continue to compose songs with socialist characteristics.

Music, continue to carry forward this feature."

Zhang Zhixin said slowly: "There are six songwriters in our studio. They are very good at writing military songs, but symphonic music like this is difficult to write. Even if they can write, their level is limited.

, so we issued a transfer order to the Comrade Comrades Art Troupe and the Air Force Political Art Troupe, asking Comrades Zheng Qian and Zhou He to contribute to the construction of this work. At the same time, the other six songwriters will assist you and provide you with ideas as soon as possible.

It was created within a few months and presented at the National Day party."

Zhou He suddenly said: "Creation is a one-person thing. If too many people participate, you will not be able to concentrate, your ideas will become very messy, and the created things will easily look different. So I personally feel that the assistance of other comrades is not necessary.

This can also save creative funds and improve efficiency..."

Zhang Zhixin was surprised and turned to look at Zheng Qian: "Xiao Zheng, what do you think?"

Zheng Qian pondered.

He thought of Wei Yehong's warning before he came, that almost everyone in the General Administration has a great background and cannot be easily offended, so he said: "Everyone has his own creative habits, and I can do both. Leader

Just let us make arrangements."

He kicked the ball back again.

Wang Chuanjun looked at this scene and found it interesting.

Zhou He has a withdrawn personality, which is almost a common problem among some creators who are proud of their talents and are commonplace.

Zheng Qian seems to be a very good person. He does everything right and never expresses his subjective opinions. He lets his leaders arrange everything. He first clings to excuses and remains invincible.

Suitable for both advance and retreat.

At this age, he can be considered a clever little kid.

At this time, Zhang Zhixin nodded: "Then listen to Zhou He and arrange it this way first. If you two lack creative ideas, you will contact me then and other songwriters will do their best to assist you."

For Zheng Qian, there are many works of such quality as "March of the Iron Torrent". He is not worried about not being able to complete the task, so he behaves very relaxedly and does not have any psychological burden.

But for Zhou He, it only felt like a big mountain was weighing on him. It was because he couldn't create a work like "Steel Torrent March" that he abandoned his stall and left. Liu Zhenhua's few words of scolding were just the straw that broke the camel's back.

.

Now faced with this situation again, although Zhou He felt that the task was difficult, it was not impossible to accomplish.

Because this time there was more time than last time, and most importantly, 50,000 yuan in creative funds, which gave Zhou He enough confidence to complete this project.

Zheng Qian was also approved for a creative fund of RMB 50,000 and was allowed to travel around the country to collect inspiration.

But Zheng Qian didn't have this time. After receiving the task, he hurriedly started moving. The original apartment address was completely exposed. Dozens of reporters and fans were surrounding him every day. He had no choice but to hire a moving company.

, asked Wang Gang to take them to move out the mattresses, refrigerators, guitars, computers and other personal belongings in the apartment, and quickly moved them there according to the address of the General Political Department Song and Dance Ensemble complex they had just obtained.

The total value of these miscellaneous items is tens of thousands. Zheng Qian is used to being poor. Although these items are no longer worth mentioning to him, he is still reluctant to throw them away, so he would rather spend hundreds of dollars to move, or even expose himself.

Address, Zheng Qian did not throw away any of them, they were all moved to his new home.

And the most important thing is that the laptop contains part of the outline and settings of "The Three-Body Problem", as well as the lyrics and music I usually write when I have free time. These are the most important things.

Even after discovering these crazy reporters and fans, Zheng Qian had already started asking Ren Xin to help buy a safe in the mall. For a person like him, the first draft of the work, lyrics and music are the most precious.

wealth.

And the new home is very nice.

After all, it is the family home of the General Political Community, and the people standing guard at the door are PLA uncles equipped with real guns and live ammunition. Zheng Qian is not worried about reporters and fans who dare to break in. Of course, buying a safe is also to prevent unexpected situations.

The new home has been simply decorated and is on the sixth floor of a small high-rise.

The previous tenants were a newlywed couple who purchased a 78-square-meter house with large ownership rights. Although this 128-square-meter house is very good, it is not their own after all, and they have to pay rent, so it will be empty after the move.

Come down.

The entire house was empty, with all the cabinets and beds missing, and even the overhead fans and light bulbs were missing. It seemed that the previous homeowner was extremely stingy.

But surprisingly, this family loves to be clean, and the walls are spotless, which is surprising.

In this way, secondary decoration was eliminated and formaldehyde inhalation was avoided. Zheng Qian made do with it and prepared to move in. Then he started to ask Wang Gang to go out and do shopping.

After a whole day, all the home appliances were finally purchased, which cost Zheng Qian just over 10,000 yuan, which was enough to cover a whole year's rent.

The next day Zheng Qian had the air conditioner installed again.

After everything was sorted out, Lin Qianqian, Ren Xin, and Hao Youfan came to visit together.

It has three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, with transparency from north to south, and a large open-air balcony. Ren Xin nodded when she saw it: "It feels like home, so nice."

Lin Qianqian looked around and asked, "Where is the guest room?"

Zheng Qian pointed to the room to the north: "That's it."

Lin Qianxi said with a smile: "Okay, sister will stay here tonight to help you increase your popularity!"

"Yes, moving into a new house requires popularity."

Hao Youfan then said: "We have this rule in our hometown, otherwise there will be evil spirits."

"Is that so?"

Ren Xin looked at Zheng Qian eagerly: "Are there any guest rooms?"

Zheng Qian pointed to the sofa angrily: "Increase popularity? Yes, just sleep on the sofa!"

The three women shook their heads repeatedly.

Hao Youfan chuckled and said: "Brother Qian, don't worry, I won't be able to live there. Just let Sister Qian and Sister Xin live there. There are just two guest rooms!"

Zheng Qian sat down on the sofa and said angrily: "Let me tell you, buddy, I just like to be alone and don't want to be popular! I lived alone yesterday and nothing happened. Don't make trouble with me here. I

I’ve been busy for a day and I’m exhausted. I haven’t had a good rest during this period. I just want to relax today. I have to go back to rehearse the show tomorrow. Sisters, please spare me!”

Lin Qianxi walked up to Zheng Qian in high heels, helped massage Zheng Qian's shoulders, and said softly: "Baby, you have worked too hard, are you exhausted? Sister, please relax your muscles and bones."

Zheng Qian originally wanted to refuse, but who knew that when the sisters put their paws down, he immediately groaned in relief: "Oh - use more force."

Lin Qianqian immediately put her elbow on the back of Zheng Qian's neck, pressed hard and rotated it, causing Zheng Qian to twist and turn.

Upon seeing this, Ren Xin immediately ran to the sofa, knelt down on the carpet with her legs snapping, stretched out her hand to lift Zheng Qian's legs, put them on the table, and used nine shallow and one deep massage techniques to quickly relax Zheng Qian's legs.

muscles.

"Are you okay?" Ren Xin blinked.

"Okay, great!"

Zheng Qian was so happy that he almost flew up. He fell down on the sofa and waved his hands tremblingly: "Just stay, stay as long as you can. Brother Gang, I'll go downstairs to buy some food and drinks later. I'll reward you for your hard work."

Two sisters!”

Wang Gang was also dumbfounded. Brother Qian, your attitude has changed too quickly.

It only took a few seconds for him to surrender?

Just give it to the revolutionary front if it says it will?

He originally wanted to occupy a guest room for himself, but looking at the situation, he was probably confused, so he agreed, turned around, and went to buy some snacks in a depressed Truman.

"Bring a bottle of whiskey by the way!" Lin Xixi said loudly.

Wang Gang staggered, and there was hesitation on his face. This man and his wife were already a raging fire. Wouldn't adding a bottle of whiskey add fuel to the fire?


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