"Ah? How can you move to our building?" Gong Xue was shocked. She didn't think of herself as a member of the Beijing Film Studio at all, but according to the housing allocation standards, she could get one. Zhang Yimou became even more anxious, with wrinkles on his face like the terracotta warriors and horses, and kept saying: "How can this be done? That is our house, and it is illegal for them to move in without permission! Teacher Chen, should we call the police?" His wife is pregnant and will give birth early next year. The couple is looking forward to getting the house, but they can't let everyone from the Beijing Film Studio take it away! "Don't panic, don't panic, can you tell me more specifically?" Chen Qida said. "Oh, my son is getting married. The girl heard that the Beijing Film Studio was going to split houses, and she had to get a house or she wouldn't get married. There were also some who were giving birth to grandchildren, and they were crying and shouting..." "Wait a minute, who are going to make trouble?" Chen Qi was confused. "Two families! One family wants to have a grandson and has moved into the building of the Beijing Film Studio. The other family wants to marry a wife and has moved into our building. They are not qualified to share a room. I think it is just an agreement. Both ends can eat, whichever one is easier to talk to. Who are you bullying?" Dai Hanhan was filled with anger, but her analysis made sense. One family occupies the building of the North Film Studio, and the other occupies the building of the East Film Studio. It depends on the attitude of both parties.
"Are they staying here or not? And the heater hasn't been turned on yet?" Gong Xue paid attention to this point. "Hmph! I've been told that I won't leave even if I freeze to death. If you can, freeze me to death. What am I afraid of at my age? It's worth it to die if I can leave an apartment for my son!" Dai Hanhan learned vividly and said: "The leaders of Beijing Film Studio are trying to persuade me, and old Uncle Li (Li Mingfu) is also here, but nothing I say will work. What should Teacher Chen do now?" "Old Li is here too? He is quite enthusiastic." Chen Qi shook his head and stepped forward: "Let's go to the small auditorium!" "Oh...ah???" "You don't care?" "Everyone is jumping off a building over there. What should we do if someone is killed?" "They want a house, but they didn't really jump off the building. Besides, if the employees of Beijing Film Studio are causing trouble, it should be handled by Beijing Film Studio. Who cares about our nonsense? I don't care who or what, I only want results from Beijing Film Studio!" Chen Qi turned away with a cold face. Several people looked at each other, Gong Xue said: "Hanhan, go back first and report back if there is any news." "Teacher Chen really doesn't care? We are terrified!" "Wait a moment and go back first." Dai Hanhan said oh and had to leave. Several people arrived at the door of the small auditorium. Before I even entered, I heard laughter coming from inside. There were actually quite a few audience members, all of whom were various performers organized by Chen Qi's team. On the stage, Chen Peisi, wearing a beard, used a standard tongue-picking voice to frantically speak to Zhu Shimao. The story of "Mutton Skewers" is simple: an unscrupulous vendor makes mutton skewers from spoiled meat and does not have a license. The inspectors come to check him. He pretends to be pitiful and fools him. Then he puts on clothes and a beard and pretends to be an uncle to continue selling. .. This sketch could not be created in later generations, and even if it was created, it would be banned, destroying national unity. Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao met as soon as they met. They were naturally in tune with each other and had a tacit understanding. They have already understood the essence of the sketch and can convert it into the language and performance form that they are most comfortable with. Chen Qi looked at it for a while and thought it was OK, so he went to Zhao Lirong and the cattle group. Niu Qun is in his 30s. He became a master in the Comrades Art Troupe, and later officially became a master in the cross talk circle, Chang Baohua, so he has a high seniority. Feng Gong is still in the railway art troupe now and is Ma Ji's apprentice. "Comrade Chen Qi, are you here to guide the work?" Niu Qun was quite young and had no achievements. He was very humble and said with a smile, "I'm working on my lines with Teacher Zhao!"
"Oh, how's the stroke going?" "It's going well! This kid is very patient. I can't read, so he taught me sentence by sentence and he acted well." Zhao Lirong said. "The old artist is very good at reciting lines. This year's Spring Festival Gala relies on this skit. You have a heavy burden!" Chen Qi likes to tease the old lady. "You're telling me, how can I afford this?" "If you can afford it, keep on doing it!" Chen Qi found a place to sit down, Gong Xue was next to him, Chen Peisi went down, and Li Lingyu came up again, wearing the clothes matched by Li Jianqun, and led a few backup dancers to sing "Girls from Alishan". Two teachers were invited from the Central Ethnic Song and Dance Ensemble to help with choreography, and the backup dancers were also found there. Among them was a young girl named Yang Liping who was not yet famous. "" Gong Xue looked at it for a while, then suddenly leaned over and asked quietly: "How do you want to deal with it?" "How to deal with what?" "Stop pretending!" "I said I'm only looking for Beijing Film Studio." "Then you don't care about the old man?" "He will quit next year." "But he hasn't quit yet!" "" Chen Qi paused and said, "I will quit with him. Let him talk." Gong Xue nodded and gently held his hand. ..... There is a good connection here, gentleness and consideration. There was a commotion over there. In the Beijing Film Studio, the downstairs of the two residential buildings were crowded with people. The cold weather couldn't stop everyone from watching the excitement, not to mention that this matter related to me. Almost a hundred people were crowded here, looking up with their necks raised. Both buildings are occupied, so this is really troublesome! All the deputy factory directors came, as did Li Mingfu, the administrative boss of the East Factory. He stood at the bottom of his house, holding a big loudspeaker and shouting bitterly in his heart: "Comrade Liu, let me reiterate, Your behavior is illegal. I have called the police. You’d better come out immediately.” On the balcony on the sixth floor, the window was open, and an old man leaned out and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I am old, what am I afraid of? What can the police do? If anyone asks me to move out, I will jump off the building!!" "Why are you like this? This is our unit's house. If you have the guts, go grab the house in your factory!" Dai Hanhan scolded. "I don't care what unit it is. We have a share of the building built in the Beijing Film Studio. Why do you 30 people occupy a building? I move in and it's mine!" "You you!" Dai Hanhan's face turned red with anger. The other person was clearly shameless, and scolding was useless. Several people from the security department were there, and they exchanged glances. Section Chief Zhao Yan took over the loudspeaker and continued to shout to distract the old man's attention. The other people crouched down, mixed into the crowd and tried to sneak into the unit door. "What are you doing?" "Those guys! What are you going to do?" There was more than just the old man staring upstairs. There were six people, and they immediately shouted: "Don't even think about coming up! If you come up, I'll jump. I'll see who can go upstairs faster or I can jump off the building faster!!!" "Don't provoke them, come back!" "They really dare to jump when they are pushed to the edge!" Li Mingfu pulled several people from the security department back. He was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger. He kept turning around downstairs and suddenly shouted: "Where is Xiao Chen? Didn't you go to find him?" "Teacher Chen is not coming!" "Why not? Such a big deal!" Dai Hanhan repeated the original words. Li Mingfu was shocked and sweated a little. Is that kid so cruel?
Before he could say anything, he suddenly heard a loud shout from the next door. Voices rose up and it was a mess. He saw that the old man over there was half hanging on the window. A deputy factory director was so scared that he shouted: "Go back! We won't go upstairs, we won't go upstairs!" See the old man slowly retreating. Several deputy factory directors cursed in unison: "Fuck! What the hell is this!" When the building was announced, the whole factory was jubilant. Now that the houses are to be allocated, the real scene has come. They looked at the next door and happened to meet Li Mingfu's eyes. There was no sense of sympathy, but mutual dislike. Beijing Film Studio: If it weren't for you, where would this kind of shit come from? East Factory: Do you think I want to build a building in your factory? Look at the workers who are watching, and their hearts are exposed. Some are gloating, some are watching coldly, some are judging the situation, and some are looking forward to it... What are they looking forward to? Will the Beijing Film Studio give in first, or will the East Factory give in first? Whoever gives in first can rush in. (Recently, I found that some paragraphs are missing commas, but the text in my backend clearly has commas. Is it the same for you? Is there a comma missing sometimes? I can give feedback to the editor.) (There are also updates)