Zhang Chen slept until he was a little hungry. He woke up in a daze and looked up from the pillow. He saw that there were big pancakes and fried dough sticks in a plastic basket on the table. This was the breakfast left by his girlfriend for him. His girlfriend had already left for work.

Zhang Chen’s girlfriend Jin Lili is not from their theater troupe, but his junior high school classmate and cashier of Yongcheng Bearing Factory.

Although Zhang Chen was hungry, he was too lazy to get up, so he fell down and continued to sleep. When he woke up, he was awakened by the sound of cutting a knife in the corridor, scraping an iron pot with a spoon, and the smell of oil smoke coming into the air window on the door.

Zhang Chen was hesitating whether to get up or sleep for a while, when he heard someone screaming upstairs and downstairs:

"Go to the practice room to hold a conference right away, someone from the Cultural Bureau is here!"

After a turmoil in the corridor, it suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Chen muttered: "Get your mom's pussy."

He fell to sleep for a while while the door was pounding and Liu Ligan shouted outside the door:

"Zhang Chen, it's a meeting, it's a meeting!"

Zhang Chen shouted angrily: "Your mom's pussy, don't go!"

Liu Ligan continued to smash the door: "We are all waiting for you, Teacher Li asked me to call you."

Zhang Chen had no choice but to get up. He took a towel and put it on his shoulder, then squeezed a piece of toothpaste on his toothbrush, and went downstairs with Liu Ligan.

They arrived downstairs and saw several elementary students carrying prop boxes. Liu Ligan asked what they were doing. The elementary student said, Teacher Li asked us to carry it in.

Zhang Chen walked to the front of the pool, turned on the faucet, bent his head below the faucet, poured water from his mouth, gurgled twice, vomited, and began to brush his teeth.

Teacher Li came out of the practice room and saw the two of them. Teacher Li shouted:

"Oh, why are you brushing your teeth? The leaders are waiting, hurry up and go in."

He turned around and shouted to the students, "Hurry up, be gentle when you go in."

Zhang Chen asked in confusion:

"What time is it? They are in charge of the meal?"

Teacher Li looked around, leaned closer, and lowered his voice to them:

"It's not a meeting, it's a working group here. Let's meet everyone, hurry up."

"Bored!" Zhang Chen cursed in ambiguously.

Liu Ligan wore a pair of flip-flops. While Zhang Chen was brushing his teeth, he pulled up his trouser legs, raised one foot and put it into the pool, turned on the faucet and rushed one, and then rushed to the second one. Seeing this, Teacher Li hurried to pull him:

"Stop rushing, the leaders are really waiting."

Liu Ligan said indifferently: "It's just to see the leader, but I didn't see my dusty feet? Teacher Li, let me tell you that the mud that just washed away from my feet is still the mud in Cangnan, Wenzhou. Oh, I don't know if they will be unacceptable to the local conditions when they arrive in Yongcheng."

Zhang Chen was covered in white foam and spitted into the pool with a "pop" sound, rushing his mouth clean, saying:

"Tan Shuzhen is so unprotective, let you go to bed?"

"Hi, I'm still angry, I went home last night."

"It's right!" Zhang Chen cursed.

"Hey, you are unreasonable, just your little money, can you return to Yongcheng?" Liu Ligan shouted.

Zhang Chen glared at him: "That little money, that's the fucking hard work for me for four nights. By the way, Teacher Li, did you ask the working group to report this money to me?"

Teacher Li didn't say anything and laughed: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the practice room.

"Old slick!" Liu Ligan cursed at his back.

After washing his face, Zhang Chen tucked the towel dry and put it on his shoulders again. Then the two of them walked towards the practice room.

In the practice room, where the stage shape was drawn, there were two tables arranged in a decent shape, and a dark red gold velvet cloth was formally covered with three people. Behind the table were three people, one was Lao Hu, a member of the county party committee’s propaganda department, the other was Deputy Director Tang of the county cultural bureau, and the other was Ding Baigou, director of the county cultural bureau office.

Half of the people below were sitting on the exercise blanket, and half were standing in groups of three or three, scattered and scattered. Seeing Zhang Chen and Liu Ligan coming in, Teacher Li standing in front of the rostrum, he leaned closer and said to Director Ding:

"Everyone is here."

Director Ding coughed twice, and saw that the people below had not responded yet, and coughed twice. When the lower place calmed down, Director Ding first introduced the three members of the working group on the stage, including himself, and then took the lead in applauding himself.

There were sparseness below, and someone dealt with it twice.

Director Ding moistened his voice and began to say, "The county party committee and county government attach great importance to what happened to your troupe, and think it is a serious incident. The county party committee standing committee and the propaganda department also attach great importance to it. He ordered the county party committee propaganda department to form this working group and enter your troupe..."

Before Director Ding finished his words, Zhang Chen shouted: "What happened to our troupe? It's a serious incident. Isn't it just that the troupe commander ran away? Then you should go and catch the troupe commander, why are you looking for us?"

Teacher Li wanted to stop it, but it was too late. The three people on the stage looked at Zhang Chen and frowned at the same time. They all knew Zhang Chen and knew that this was a famous thorn in the troupe, but even the Cultural Bureau could not do anything to him. Who could let others have real skills?

In small places, people with real abilities really have the capital to be good, because if they give up, you can't find anyone else to replace him at once, and if they leave you, you won't have to worry about having no food.

Director Ding bit the bullet and decided to kill this guy first. He pretended not to know him and asked:

"You are Zhang Chen, an artist in the theater troupe, are you?"

Zhang Chen said disdainfully: "What is my name? Don't you know what I do?"

It means what are you pretending? Someone is giggling below.

Director Ding's face turned slightly red. He looked at Lao Hu and Director Tang, both of them sat expressionlessly.

Director Ding said: "Okay, let's learn about something first. Did I ask you to stand by on standby the night before yesterday? Why did you come back without permission? I heard that it was your leader?"

"Yes, that's right, it's just me who asked everyone to come back." Zhang Chen said frankly without fear: "You let us stand on time, then I'll ask you, where so many people live and where they eat, our performance in Cangnan has ended, and people will no longer provide venues for us to put out costumes and props, right? Director Ding, what should we do?"

"Yes, what should I do?" Liu Ligan also shouted.

"Stay on standby, the organization will naturally have a solution!" Director Ding said sternly.

"What method? Pingyang's performances were talked about by Captain Yang. He didn't explain even though he left. Who should we look for? So many people are in Cangnan. If someone is lost or something happens, who will be responsible? Director Ding, are you responsible? Now, we have brought all the people back safely, and we have not lost one prop and one piece of clothing. Have we done something wrong?"

Zhang Chen asked aggressively, but his words were reasonable and concise. Director Ding's face turned pale and white. Liu Ligan shouted:

"Yes, the travel expenses are still paid by Zhang Chen. What is your Cultural Bureau in charge?"

"Let's stay there, stay there to drink the northwest wind?"

"I haven't paid my salary for three months, and I'm still asking us to persevere. Are you embarrassed?"

"Director Tang is here. Director Tang, tell us when will our salary be paid?"

"Yes, when will the family be able to get rid of the problem?"

"Did our salary be defiled by your cultural bureau?"

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Chapter completed!