Chapter 397 Join the Music Association (seeking a monthly ticket)
Although Zheng Qian is affiliated with the Song and Dance Troupe of the General Political Department, he has not reported to the General Political Department for a long time. Therefore, colleagues in various departments were surprised and novel about Zheng Qian's arrival.
However, although he does not come to work often, Zheng Qian himself still holds the title of deputy director of the creative studio, and was promoted to the sixth-level civilian cadre last year, which also makes Zheng Qian himself quite prestigious in the field of art troupes.
Some newcomers who had just joined the group had already heard about Zheng Qian, a popular figure, and they immediately came out to watch excitedly.
A serious public institution, it's like an alumni meeting.
Fortunately, Zheng Qian still had such a consciousness. He smiled at the frantic waving and greetings from his colleagues in various departments, but did not respond much. This was not because he was showing off, but because he had eaten too much.
Once you respond to such a loss, you will be greeted by an overwhelming wave of greetings.
Soon, Wang Chuanjun invited Zheng Qian into the office, "Zheng Qian, you are really a leisurely deputy director. You are really a hands-off shopkeeper. Have you ever asked about things in the unit?"
Seeing Wang Chuanjun's attitude of asking for help, Zheng Qian smiled and said: "Director Wang, it's not like you don't know my situation. Where do I have free time? If I don't say anything else, I will go to Switzerland this time, and that's what I got.
Fortunately, this task was successfully completed and did not embarrass the party and the country."
Wang Chuanjun laughed and scolded: "Good boy, just say a few words and start giving me instructions! Okay, I know you are doing well in this matter, so I called you here this time because of this matter. Our Captain Jiang will wait for you
I’ll come over and give you the medal!”
"Hey, there are still medals?" Zheng Qian said in surprise.
"You performed very well this time. You led the Military Art Symphony Orchestra to defeat the Warsaw Philharmonic Orchestra. This matter is now widely spread outside."
Wang Chuanjun said with a smile: "The superior leaders are naturally concerned. The reason why I awarded you the medal this time is because you wrote a work like "Symphony of Destiny". You must know that in the field of symphony, you have always been
The Western world is taking the lead, and the publication of this "Symphony of Destiny" is a huge breakthrough! The organization hopes that you will continue to work hard!"
Zheng Qian nodded, but didn't say anything else. The last time he upgraded to the sixth-level civil service, he had already received a bunch of medals and certificates, so it was not surprising.
He didn't expect to be promoted to another level. That would be too exaggerated. After all, the reason why he was promoted to the sixth level of civil service before was because he had accumulated a lot of honors.
This time it was just a small victory in an exchange meeting. Although it was reported by media around the world, it was barely an honor, but it was not worth mentioning.
However, he clearly heard Wang Chuanjun's transliteration. Once a work like "Symphony of Destiny" is created, it seems to be considered an honor. After all, in the field of symphony, domestic resources have always been poor, and there is nothing that can be produced in the country.
A famous work abroad.
But now, Zheng Qian has single-handedly brought "Symphony of Destiny" to the ears of classical music lovers around the world, making countless people excited and unable to sleep at night.
Feedback to the country becomes an honor.
Zheng Qian was thoughtful.
If this is the case, wouldn't writing all nine of Beethoven's symphonies directly make him a saint in the international music scene?
Seeing Zheng Qian's distracted look, Wang Chuanjun did not disturb him, turned around and poured a cup of tea for Zheng Qian himself, then walked across the corridor and knocked on the door of the regimental leader's office.
At this time, Jiang Yunqiu was wearing a military uniform and was smiling and chatting with a middle-aged man. When he saw the gate of Wang Chuan Military Academy, he nodded and said: "Director Wang, come in."
Wang Chuanjun walked in and was shocked when he saw the middle-aged man. He quickly saluted: "Secretary Xing."
The middle-aged man turned his head, and it turned out to be Xing Jiachuan, the top leader of Qinghai-Tibet Province. When he saw Wang Chuanjun, he stood up with a smile, shook hands with Wang Chuanjun and said, "Old classmate, we haven't seen each other for a year, right?"
Wang Chuanjun was a little excited: "That must be the case. You have to be free every time when you come back from the New Year."
The two shook hands vigorously and laughed, obviously having a good relationship.
However, Wang Chuanjun is still self-aware. Although Secretary Xing's words about his old classmates are true, the two of them only studied in the same party school for two or three months, and that was more than ten years ago.
Today, Wang Chuanjun's youngest son is still serving as the lowest clerk in the Qinghai-Tibet Court. Wang Chuanjun has always been worried, but that boy is a fool who will never look back. After graduating from college, he plunged into the most fringe areas.
I will never come back unless I become a real judge.
This year has passed, and Wang Chuanjun is really worried. However, he has no connections in Qinghai and Tibet, but meeting Xing Jiachuan this time gave him some ideas, but... for a clerk at the lowest level, he asked the local leader to take care of him.
, this is simply killing a chicken with a knife!
Although I had some ideas, it was hard to use the favor of my old classmates, so I let the matter go in my heart.
"Captain, Zheng Qian is here, should I ask him to come over?" Wang Chuanjun asked.
Jiang Yunqiu nodded, and just as he was about to say something, Secretary Xing laughed cheerfully and said, "Don't let him come over. I'll go over by myself. After all, I'm asking for help from others, haha."
Wang Chuanjun was a little surprised: "Secretary Xing, what do you mean?"
Jiang Yunqiu also stood up at this time and said with a smile: "Actually, it's a small matter. Secretary Xing can just call and notify. There is no need to come in person."
"This is not okay."
Wang Chuanjun asked hesitantly: "What is going on? Secretary Xing, tell me everything."
Wang Chuanjun still loved Zheng Qian very much and didn't want to embarrass Zheng Qian, so he asked about it in advance.
Xing Jiachuan nodded and said: "Do you know "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau"?"
Wang Chuanjun smiled: "Of course you know, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in your Qinghai-Tibet Province is the largest plateau in China and the highest plateau in the world! What's so weird about this thing that even elementary school students know?"
Xing Jiachuan coughed, "The "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" I'm talking about is a song... The song Zheng Qian plans to sing at the Spring Festival Gala is still confidential, and your sister should know it."
Wang Chuanjun's sister Wang Weihong is the director of this year's Spring Festival Gala, so she naturally knows "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau", but this is the first time Wang Chuanjun has heard about it, and he feels relieved. If it is just song creation, it should not be difficult for a kid like Zheng Qian.
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Afterwards, Jiang Yunqiu packed up her things, carried a briefcase, and the three of them started to head to the creative studio.
On the way, people from other departments saw this and quickly stopped to say hello.
However, when they saw the team leader and creative director walking next to them, they were a little surprised. They couldn't help but look at Xing Jiachuan a few more times. Although Xing Jiachuan was often in the news, he only appeared on Qinghai-Tibet Satellite TV and occasionally appeared.
I work in "News Network", so the faces are a bit unfamiliar, but there are still some people from Beijing who know me, and I was a little surprised for a while.
But considering that the leader's husband is also a person of the same level, it's not surprising.
After all, birds of a feather flock together and people flock together.
When the three of them arrived at Wang Chuanjun's office, Zheng Qian was holding a teacup and looking out the window. There was nothing surprising in the yard, but when he saw the Beijing-branded Audi A6 with the license plate number very close to the front, he felt a little different.
In particular, there was a four-eyed guy standing in front of the car carrying a briefcase, dressed like an administrative officer of a government agency, which made Zheng Qian quite curious.
Wondering if it's the group leader who's here?
However, when he heard the noise, turned his head and saw Secretary Xing, he suddenly realized that this car belonged to Secretary Xing.
"Secretary Xing, Commander Jiang!"
Zheng Qian put down his teacup and saluted the two leaders, looking very formal.
Jiang Yunqiu and Xing Jiachuan smiled and returned the greeting. After shaking hands with Zheng Qian one by one, they sat down in front of the sofa. After being polite to each other, Zheng Qian asked Jiang Yunqiu: "Captain
,I heard that you came to see me if you have something to do?"
"Well, I do have something to ask you." Jiang Yunqiu took out a piece of paper from his briefcase: "This is the membership notice of the Chinese Musicians Association. Zheng Qian, please sign this and have someone send the certificate directly to your home.
"
Zheng Qian was stunned for a moment: "Music Association?"
"Yes, you made a bit of a fuss this time. "Symphony of Destiny" is a rare work that can cause a sensation in both the East and the West. The Chinese Musicians Association also highly praised it, but they found that a talent like you is not a member of the Musicians Association.
, so I feel very shameless.”
Jiang Yunqiu said calmly, as if talking about a trivial matter.
Zheng Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still signed the documents honestly and entered the Writers' Association and the Musicians' Association. Alas, it's all formalism!
"Is it signed? Come on, this document has also been signed." Jiang Yunqiu placed another document in front of Zheng Qian: "I am the president of the Beijing Music Association, and now I want to appoint you as the vice president of the Beijing Music Association.
."
Zheng Qian put down his pen and said hesitantly: "Captain, there is no need to join so many associations, right?"
In his opinion, neither the Musicians Association nor the Writers Association is of any use in real life!
Xing Jiachuan was silent all the time. Seeing Zheng Qian's hesitation, he said, "Sign it. Don't worry, Captain Jiang will only help you and will not harm you."
Jiang Yunqiu nodded, but didn't explain much.
Wang Chuanjun knew that Zheng Qian found it cumbersome and troublesome, and he roughly understood Jiang Yunqiu's plan, so he took the initiative to explain to Zheng Qian: "Zheng Qian, sign it, our group leader has trained you as his successor, whether it is joining the Music Association
Or other associations, the more reputation the better, I heard from Lou Ze that you just applied to become a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference not long ago?"
"Yes." Zheng Qian nodded.
Wang Chuanjun smiled and said: "Then Lou Ze and Captain Jiang probably have the same idea."
"What do you think?" Zheng Qian asked curiously.
"The more honors you get and the more identities you carry, the further you will go on this path in the future."
Jiang Yunqiu took the initiative and asked: "Zheng Qian, let me ask you, you are now a sixth-level civilian cadre. At your age, there are almost no civilian cadres who can reach this point. Your future is obviously very bright."
"I think so too." Zheng Qian smiled.
Jiang Yunqiu nodded: "Now that you have embarked on such a path, and the future is so bright, do you have any idea about what height you will reach in the future?"
Zheng Qian was stunned: "The idea? Probably write songs, or scripts, and become a rich man..."
Xing Jiachuan suddenly said: "Comrade Zheng Qian, your ideas are still too naive. Sometimes, you can't do whatever you want. For example, if you want to write songs, write scripts, and become a rich man
, if your talent is limited to this, that’s fine, but I think that as a Communist Party member, you should have your own political ambitions, and you must be absolutely mentally prepared for this.”
"Whether it's me, Director Wang, or Secretary Xing."
Jiang Yunqiu said slowly: "In fact, you already have a definite idea, and you have even seen a clear future."
The more Zheng Qian listened, the more confused he became.
What political aspirations? What do you need to be mentally prepared for?
Why does it feel like I'm on a pirate ship?
Are you still trying to help count money after being scammed?
Seeing Zheng Qian's confused look, Xing Jiachuan felt a little amused. It seemed that this kid really had no intention of breaking into an agency.
However, this was the first time even Xing Jiachuan had heard of this sixth-level civilian cadre who was twenty-three or four years old!
"You are an artist, no one can deny this, and you are still a young artist."
Jiang Yunqiu said: "An artist with political ambitions should aim for the future in agencies such as the Bureau of Culture and Broadcasting and the Publicity Department..."
At this moment, Zheng Qian was shocked. He suddenly understood what kind of circle these three people were trying to make for him.
Is it possible that in the future, he will become the boss of such a leading department in the industry?
Damn, I’m scared just thinking about it!
It’s so cold up there!
"In the art troupe, even if you sit in my position, you are actually just wandering on the fringe. Although you enjoy the same treatment, you are still very different from comrades of the same rank in the military."
Jiang Yunqiu nodded and said: "But if in the future, you go to work in the Bureau of Culture, Broadcasting and Publicity or the Department of Culture and Publicity, it will be very different. There, you will have real power and control the fate of countless people and industries..."
"So, do you understand?"
Wang Chuanjun said with a smile: "Both Commander Jiang and your teacher Lou are paving the way for your future. However, you are still in a fog, as if you dislike this and that, as if you don't care about anything.
You look like you don’t understand, I see, we have all been deceived by Zheng Qian, this kid is so smart, he may have already made a plan in his head!"