Siheyuan: First-class Merit at the Start

Without Yi Zhonghai, the initiator of the donation, the donation conference naturally could not be held.

As for that idiot in Liu Haizhong, he can't control the situation at all. He doesn't have the ability to do so, you know.

Yan Bugui does have the ability, but he just accepted the money that Yi Zhonghai asked him to donate.

As for hosting donations, that is another price.

What's more, he had just been beaten by Jia Zhang and was in no mood to care about the Jia family.

In response, Jia Zhang, who had been beaten in vain, could only limp into the house cursing.

In Yi Zhonghai's room, the group originally planned to carry Yi Zhonghai directly to the hospital, but was stopped by a middle-aged woman. In the end, they just carried Yi Zhonghai back to the house.

"Old Yi, get up. Everyone outside has dispersed." After taking a sneak peek outside, an old lady turned around and said.

Hearing this, Yi Zhonghai, who was lying unconscious on the kang, slowly got up.

"That bastard Li Polu, I will kill him sooner or later." Yi Zhonghai said indignantly.

The aunt also hurriedly tried to comfort him: "Old Yi, he is just a scoundrel. Let's not bother with him."

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand and said, “You don’t understand, now there is no room for him and I to coexist in this courtyard.

With him around, our retirement plans will fall through sooner or later.

Look how long he has been here. Is there any virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young in this courtyard? Do they still regard me as their uncle? "

"I don't think he's the aggressive type. It seems like he hasn't had any grudges with anyone in these days.

Are we overthinking it? Others have no intention of targeting us at all?"

"What do you, a woman, know? The reason he didn't make any enemies is because he was doing bad things behind the scenes. If it weren't for him, how could Dongxu drink, and how could the accident happen if he didn't drink?" Yi Zhonghai said with some annoyance.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai's somewhat annoyed expression, the aunt didn't dare to say anything more.

She had fled to the city of Beijing and had no relatives. She had been married to Yi Zhonghai for decades but had not given birth to any children for him.

Therefore, she has always felt guilty towards Yi Zhonghai over the years. In addition, Yi Zhonghai was indeed quite good to her.

She just turned a blind eye to many things.

The aunt was very disdainful of what Yi Zhonghai said just now.

What he was thinking was, what does Jia Dongxu's drunken mistake have to do with Li Polu? Does he have to give away the things he bought himself to the Jia family? Besides, you are a shitty uncle.

But seeing Yi Zhonghai's expression, she wisely chose to shut up.

Then he comforted Yi Zhonghai with a few words and got up to cook. Today, as soon as Yi Zhonghai returned to the hospital, he gathered everyone in the hospital.

Not only did other people in the courtyard not eat, even Yi Zhonghai and his wife themselves did not eat. The main point was to lead by example.

In the next two days, Li Polu gradually became busy. The programs of various participating teams were basically run-in. As one of the people in charge of program selection, he naturally couldn't avoid being idle.

What are you thinking? Is this how the Propaganda Department tells you to promote? When choosing a song, didn't you check the background of the song? Don't you know that this song is not conducive to unity? ...Get out of here now.

Crosstalk? This is a feudal remnant. How dare you perform it? You comrades have some ideological problems. Go back and reflect on yourself.

Dancing? What do you look like in this outfit? It's indecent. Please change your outfit. Hurry up and review it one last time.

Li Polu sat under the rostrum, silently watching Deputy Section Chief Zhao perform beside him. Deputy Section Chief Zhao was talking so much that his saliva almost sprayed onto the rostrum three meters away.

He didn't even drink a sip of water for half an hour. He directly scolded several of the performers who had come forward and said they were not even dogs.

Li Polu didn't dare to say a word during the whole process, because he respected Deputy Section Chief Zhao, his senior.

After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I knew too little about this era. I didn't dare to speak at all.

For example, the song selection of the Propaganda Department was criticized by Deputy Section Chief Zhao at the beginning.

Haven’t you seen that the Han army, at the young age, tied up the captives and asked for a long rope?

Haven’t you seen Ban Dingyuan, the light cavalry rushing to the battle in the remote area?

The man should be in serious danger. How can he let the Confucian crown miss this life?

Li Polu, from a modern perspective, wrote this poem so well! It is both literary and ambitious.

And the singing is pretty good, but when I think about it, it's not right. You're writing classical Chinese, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. You want to eat peanuts.

Of course, if it were just these two points, it wouldn't be enough to make Deputy Section Chief Zhao rant for five minutes. He continued to rant even when the girl who was singing in the chorus was crying.

The main problem with this song is that the creators are all floating around on the island. Sijiu City catches spies every day, and you do this to me? If you don't get criticized, who will?

In fact, this is also because the young people in the Propaganda Department really want to make progress, and this song just happens to fit the psychological state of these educated young people.

So we hit it off right away, to the point that the most important issues of principle were ignored.

Li Polu took a closer look at the programs that were later rejected by Deputy Section Chief Zhao and found that they all had their own problems.

In the end, he simply kept silent and watched Zhao Dapengzi perform alone. After all, he really didn't dare to speak.

Logically speaking, with my background and identity, no one can do anything to me as long as I don't do anything like treason.

But the problem is that these days, if you do something, you might be labeled as treason.

This also sounded a wake-up call to Li Bolu, realizing that only by keeping steady and not reckless could he win.

In the end, out of the total 15 programs that were submitted, after Zhao Da's fierce criticism, only 4 choruses, two poetry recitations, and a dance program that needed to be rectified were left.

"Section Chief Li, how about letting us have a look at the solo you prepared today?" Deputy Section Chief Zhao, who had reviewed all the programs, said very politely.

"That's great. Let Section Chief Zhao help me check. To be honest, I just came back and there are some things I don't understand very well. I'm a little unsure."

"Well, just call me Lao Zhao. This is actually how things are in the Propaganda Department. As long as we keep the principles in mind, we won't make mistakes."

"Okay, please give me some guidance."

After a wave of commercial hype from the two, Li Polu walked onto the stage.

"Who am I in this vast sea of ​​people?"

After some adjustments, Li Polu's deep voice sounded.

With the help of singing skills, Li Polu was able to sing with a majestic feeling all by himself.

Li Polu did not deliberately use the bel canto style of singing in the middle and high notes. After all, it was just a solo, and the bel canto style was somewhat lacking in momentum.

Instead, he chose to go with the flow of emotion. This song is all about emotion, no technique involved.

After the song was over, the audience burst into applause. Countless young ladies and wives looked at Li Polu with eyes that were almost tearing.

They are unmarried, work as cadres, and can write and sing. They are so attractive. If they can also play basketball, it will be even more perfect.

Compared with the looks of these young girls and wives who were almost tearing at Li Polu, the looks of the young and strong men in the audience were not so friendly.

After all, there is only so much porridge in a pot, but you, Li Polu, are a monk holding a broken bowl, and you want to put all the porridge into your bowl. How can we monks survive?

Unlike these young people, the 50-year-old old Zhao sat blankly in his seat, muttering: "The mountains know me, the rivers know me, and the motherland will never forget me."