Siheyuan: First-class Merit at the Start

The two hosts read the script one after another with great emotion and announced the official start of the performance, which was followed by warm applause from the audience.

"Old Yang, this female host in your factory is pretty good."

Director Liu of the machine repair factory pointed at the female host curiously and asked, "This girl is just so-so in appearance. But she speaks with a loud and powerful voice."

"Well, you have to ask Deputy Director Li about this. Deputy Director Li is in charge of this part of our factory."

When Director Liu heard this, he realized it was Li Huaide's man.

Well, that's probably hopeless.

He still has some idea about Li Huaide's reputation.

At this point, everyone actually knows the personalities and hobbies of the leaders of the related factories.

But if you use this as capital for political struggle, you are crossing the line.

After all, no one dared to say that they had no problems at all. If it was really this late, they would probably all be finished.

The two hosts on the stage were conducting the first item of the conference: annual work summary, such as how many parts the factory had produced today, how much better it was than last year, etc.

Li Polu in the backstage was drowsy after hearing this. On the contrary, Chen Xi, who was sitting in the front row of the audience, had a red face. The main reason was that he had not been exposed to chicken soup for the soul enough and lacked resistance.

If this happened in the future, I would say these things at the meeting and I would be giving you face by not falling asleep.

Another half an hour later, several leaders came up and spoke briefly, and the performance officially began.

There was nothing they could do, mainly because there were two big guys sitting in the front row. Director Yang and the others knew very well that these two were definitely not here to listen to their reports.

Considering that Li Polu was once arranged by Wang Si himself to work in the Propaganda Department, the purpose of the two leaders' visit becomes obvious.

"Next, let's move on to the third part of the conference: cultural performances. Let's welcome the first performer, the chorus from Workshop 3, with the warmest applause. Their chorus song is [Yellow River Cantata] (the words are stretched out infinitely until they break.)"

At this time, there was unprecedented warm applause from the audience.

Facts have proven that no matter what era it is, if you do it too often, you will develop resistance.

The Yellow River Cantata was sung with the might of a mighty army by a group of rough guys in the third workshop.

The spectators naturally did not hesitate to applaud, and their hands almost left afterimages. The enthusiastic applause lasted for a long time.

"Next, let's give a warm round of applause to Yang Weimin from the Publicity Department, who will recite his poem 'My Father, the Factory Director'."

Li Polu, who was sitting backstage drinking water, almost spit out his mouthful of water when he heard the name of the poem being recited.

If he hadn't been concerned about the impact, he would have rushed out immediately to see if the host had announced the wrong name of the reciter.

The reciter should be called Yuan Hua instead of Yang Weimin.

However, the name Yang Weimin sounded very familiar to Li Polu. Thinking carefully, wasn't this the ex-girlfriend of Yu Haitang, the factory flower?

I haven't heard that he is Director Yang's son.

"Later, when I grew up and started working in a steel mill, I realized that being a factory director is more than just a job title. It is also a responsibility."

Offstage, Wang He's face darkened after listening to Yang Weimin's recitation. Your father, the factory director, is truly remarkable.

My son has made many contributions, but I am not as arrogant as you. Your father, the factory director, put you, an unemployed vagrant who didn't even graduate from primary school, into the propaganda department. Is there any father more amazing than him?

Thinking of this, Wang He suddenly felt a little regretful. He regretted not interrogating Director Yang again last time.

After listening to Yang Weimin's recitation, Director Yang's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot: You bastard Li Huaide, you cheated me.

The performance continued, and there was basically no extra variety, either chorus or poetry recitation. If it wasn't poetry recitation, it was dance.

So far, the program that received the best response from the audience was a chorus [Denounce the Coal Emperor's Ambitious Wolf]

Although this song was sung extremely badly, the singer was out of tune and forgot the lyrics, and was not familiar with the instruments.

But this is the song that can most move the audience's emotions so far, and it can resonate with the audience. This is also a magical thing.

Half an hour passed and another show ended.

The female host took the stage again.

"Next is the solo song "The Motherland Will Not Forget" by Comrade Li Polu, Deputy Chief of the Propaganda Department."

The applause rang out again. Although Li Polu didn't spend much time in the factory, he was still very famous.

A height of over 180cm in this era is already a bit of a standout, plus he is young and handsome. And he is also the deputy section chief.

There were no telling how many female comrades in the factory who were keen on matchmaking and had been eyeing him for a long time.

Among the applauding crowd, the applause from this group of women comrades was the most enthusiastic.

Li Polu was wearing a dark blue Mao suit and his hair was neatly combed. He looked dignified and energetic. The faint smile on his face was like the warm sun and the bright moonlight.

Everyone looked at him and thought, "Oh, not bad. This comrade is very handsome."

At this time, Director Liu of the machine repair factory became interested again.

It seems that the cousin of my wife's third aunt's sister-in-law's husband's elder brother's brother-in-law has a pretty girl, who looks quite good with the deputy section chief on the stage.

I just don’t know if Deputy Section Chief Li has a partner.

Just as I was about to ask Director Yang again, I heard a girl's excited voice coming from the side.

"Mom, look quickly, look quickly. Isn't my brother very handsome today? The clothes he is wearing are the ones I picked out for him two days ago. Mom, look quickly."

"I see it. I see it and I know your man is handsome, okay? Stop shaking it. You are such an adult, and you are not ashamed of it."

Director Liu knew who was talking without turning his head. Wasn't it the mother and daughter who came with Wang Si?

Well, I won’t ask anymore. There’s no hope.

Li Polu stood calmly on the stage, looking at the tens of thousands of audience members below.

Not to mention, this is no less impressive than those stars who hold concerts in later generations.

You said that celebrities’ concerts always have tens of thousands of audiences?

Well, then this brand is no less impressive than Pang Mailang, who became famous for the song "Skateboard Shoes" and held concerts.

There is definitely pressure, but Li Bolu has his own way of dealing with it.

His eldest uncle and his second uncle are both his uncles. The high stool and the low stool are all made of wood. They are all made of wood, and they are all his uncles.

Mu Tou and his uncle are all pigs. They are all pigs. Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous.

But I glanced at her. Huh? Wife? Mother-in-law? Old Wang?

The guy next to him with his hat pulled down and wearing sunglasses must be Wang Jiawei?

Li Polu shook his head and threw these strange thoughts out of his mind. What a mess.

Except Chen Xi, mother-in-law, Lao Wangtou, Wang Jia... bah, father-in-law. They are all pigs.

Except Chen Xi, mother-in-law, Lao Wangtou, and father-in-law, they are all pigs.

No, not nervous at all.