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"We'll rehearse the welcome party program this afternoon. If all goes well, the official welcome party performance will be the day after tomorrow."

"Are you all alright?"

Feng Cheng looked at the group of people in front of him and asked softly.

Sui Zhichao said, "I'm a little nervous."

Na Da Kui: "I'm nervous too."

"Don't be nervous, it's just a rehearsal. Even if the performance isn't good, it's okay. There are only a few of us in the audience. Just don't mess up on the day it officially starts."

Feng Cheng said there would only be a few audience members, but when the rehearsal started, a whole bunch of people came in a flash. All the forest farm workers came to watch, and with the rehearsal participants, almost everyone from Saihanba Forest Farm came.

Feng Cheng looked at the group of people crowding outside the door with a helpless expression.

"Everyone, go back. This is a rehearsal, not a formal performance. It won't be very good. Besides, if you see it today, you won't have any expectations. You'll find it boring on the day of the welcome party."

"Section Chief Feng, we'd like to watch it a couple more times. Don't worry, we won't disturb you."

“We never get tired of watching them. I’ve watched many of these shows dozens of times and I still don’t get tired of them.”

"Yes, Section Chief Feng, please let us take a look. We're being very quiet."

Seeing that they showed no intention of leaving, Feng Cheng could only sigh and say, "Fine, go ahead and watch if you want, just remember not to make a sound."

"it is good."

"Thank you, Section Chief Feng."

Feng Cheng didn't close the door, but turned around and went back to his seat to start rehearsing.

There wasn't much to rehearse; it was just a small welcome party. This was simply to let everyone get used to the stage so that they wouldn't be too nervous to go on stage on the actual day. After all, none of them had ever performed on stage before, and the chances of them messing up when they first stepped on stage were very high.

Feng Cheng arranged the order of the performances. The first to appear was Na Da Kui's broadsword performance. With Feng Cheng's guidance, Na Da Kui's broadsword performance was already very entertaining. He had performed in front of everyone several times in the past few days and received countless applause.

Da Kui walked to the center, gripped his knife, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed to the surrounding people before beginning his performance.

Da Kui flicked his wrist, his broadsword flying up and down, constantly moving around his body, and his feet followed the direction of the sword's swing.

Da Kui was young and strong, and he wielded a ten-pound broadsword with great power and might.

Feng Cheng had seen it many times and didn't think anything of it, but the students and the forestry workers gathered outside had never seen anything like it before, and they were so amazed that they couldn't close their mouths.

"it is good."

Suddenly, a loud cheer rang out.

Upon hearing this, Feng Cheng turned his head to look outside the door and saw a man covering his mouth, as if he realized that he shouldn't have spoken.

Feng Cheng didn't curse; he just shook his head and then turned to look at the stage.

"Old Gen, what are you yelling about? You almost killed us. If Section Chief Feng gets upset, then none of us will be able to watch anything."

Feng Cheng wasn't angry, but the people next to him couldn't help but mutter under their breath. They had finally managed to stay here to watch the show, and if this guy made it so that no one could watch it, they would be furious.

"Old Gen, if you can't control your mouth, stand at the back, don't squeeze in at the front."

"Old Gen, if you make it so that none of us can watch the show, you're finished."

The man called Lao Gen knew he was wrong and said in a low voice, "I know, I promise I won't call you that again."

"It better be."

"But the way he wielded the broadsword was really impressive. I've always heard of street performers in the past, is that what they were like?"

"should be."

"This guy probably knows kung fu. I'll practice with him sometime."

"Come on, with your skills, you wouldn't even be able to take down one of their hands."

"Alright, stop talking and watch the show quietly."

Da Kui's fluid and graceful sword performance captivated the audience.

The college students were stunned. They knew Da Kui, and they knew that this somewhat old-looking man could wrestle, but they never expected that he could wield his broadsword so well and so beautifully.

After Da Kui's performance, the next act was Sui Zhichao's clapper talk, followed by a dance performance by Qin Xuemei and Shen Mengyin, then Meng Yue's poetry recitation, Zhao Tianshan's martial arts performance, then the university students' harmonica performance, the crosstalk "Night Journey," Feng Cheng's accordion performance, and finally a group chorus by the university students. After all the performances, it was free time. The word puzzle game was saved for last; there was no rehearsal today, just to let everyone know there was a break.

Feng Cheng had seen the programs prepared by the camp at least eight or nine times, so they were no longer novel. The harmonica performance by the college students was alright, they played it slightly better than Feng Cheng. As for the crosstalk "Night Journey", it surprised Feng Cheng.

Feng Cheng had never heard of this crosstalk performance before. It was said to have come out a few years ago, which is very new and popular in this era, but it would be considered quite old in Feng Cheng's previous life. Therefore, Feng Cheng had never heard of it.

At first glance, Feng Cheng thought it was pretty good, much better than the programs of later internet celebrity societies.

The rehearsal took more than an hour. Inevitably, some unexpected things happened. For example, Sui Zhichao forgot his lines while performing the clapper talk, Qin Xuemei made a few mistakes in the dance, and there were also some laughs during the crosstalk performance. However, none of this mattered. Despite the mistakes, everyone still enjoyed watching the show.

No matter what the problems are, as long as the audience is satisfied, then it's not a problem.

After the rehearsal ended, everyone left in twos and threes, feeling somewhat unsatisfied. Let alone in Saihanba, even in the county town, it's rare to see such a performance. After all, there aren't many entertainment activities these days, and various organizations rarely hold parties or similar events.

"Da Kui, you're amazing! Your swordplay was truly spectacular. Teach me sometime."

"Captain Zhao, your boxing skills are also very good. No wonder you've been in battle."

"Section Chief Feng, did you really compose that piece yourself? Do you have the sheet music? I have an accordion at home, and I'll try to play it when I get back."

"Sister Xuemei, your dance is so beautiful."

After one rehearsal, Feng Cheng and his group instantly became the focus of attention. Every performance they put on was excellent. The college students, who were initially competitive, realized that they were simply no match for each other.

I'm playing someone else's tune on my harmonica, while the other person is playing their own composition on the accordion, and it sounds really good.

Their own crosstalk was learned from others, while the other people's clapper talk was their own creation. They knew martial arts and could wield a broadsword. This made the group of college students put away their arrogance. Compared with people like Feng Cheng, they really had nothing to be proud of.

After watching today's rehearsal, the employees were still eager for more and were looking forward to the official start of the welcome party.