Ding Baigou, the part-time leader, took office. That morning, he pushed his 28-inch permanent bicycle up the semicircular ramp, panting.

He locked his bicycle under the barbed tree, entered the office, and placed his handbag and a long strip of objects wrapped in newspaper on the desk. He took out a hammer and nails from the bag, and then opened the newspaper outside the object. It was a long piece of white painted wooden strip, with the words "Team Leader's Office" written in red paint.

He moved a stool to the door, stood on the stool, and nailed the wooden strips to the door frame. In the 1970s, the houses were made of so-called "foreign bricks" made of soil, and they were not even hollow cement bricks. Nails were easy to nail in.

After nailing it, Ding Baigou walked to the stairs and looked here. The effect was pretty good, and the five words "Team Leader's Office" were clearly visible.

Ding Baigou walked back with satisfaction. He looked at the two office doors next to the opposite door, and pushed them open with his hands. There was no one. There were a few broken desks inside, which were dirty. There were newspapers, playing cards and cigarette butts everywhere on the table and the floor.

"The crowd!" Ding Baigou cursed.

He found a washbasin from under the office cabinet, looked at the back of the door, and threw the towel into the washbasin, went to the outside pool, put the washbasin into the pool, turned on the faucet, walked to the door of the practice room, looked inside, there was no one inside, and he looked at the time, it was already nine-thirty.

He returned to the pool, the water in the basin was filled with water, and he turned off the faucet. At this time, a child was coming out of the toilet, and Ding Baigou asked:

"Primary student, I ask you, why no one practices the martial arts now?"

The primary school student glanced at him and scolded, "It's all your business."

Ding Baigou was about to get angry, but he thought it was meaningless to bother with a child, so he held it back and the child also walked away.

Ding Baigou returned to the office with a basin of water and wiped the two tables. It turned out that Lao Yang's desk was cleaned. The basin of water was not poured, so he placed it on the ground. He sat down and took out a pen and a work diary from his bag. He placed it on the table. He picked up the telephone on the table and listened. There was no sound inside. He threw the microphone back.

He pulled open the drawers one by one, stuffed with messy things, and one of them was filled with a pair of smelly socks.

Director Ding Baigou was so angry that he pulled out the drawer one by one, poured everything in the drawer on the ground, piled up in a pile, and a padlock was placed on the last drawer in the middle. Ding Baigou took the hammer and knocked the padlock away with the hammer. It was empty inside, with only a few canteen meal tickets and a stack of Lao Yang's business cards. Under the business card was a photo of flipping over.

Ding Baigou picked up the photo and turned it over. He saw that the photo was a girl. Ding Baigou vaguely remembered that this was a not very conspicuous actress in the troupe.

"Rogue!" Ding Baigou couldn't help but curse, "If you bastard dare to come back, I will kill you if my style problems."

Ding Baigou threw the photo back into the drawer, closed the drawer, looked at a canna tent outside the window, and felt sulky. He had been so angry that he had been one night last night. He knew that the reason why Lao Rao proposed to serve as the leader of the group at the meeting was entirely because he was too close to the new director, and he was hitting himself on an excuse.

Ding Baigou was angry and thought of a strategy, that is, what will Lao Rao do in the office in the future, I will take the excuse to go to work at the Wu Opera Troupe and drag you to death.

On the other hand, Ding Baigou also thought about it. Since he came to pick up the troupe, he had to find a way to change the current turmoil of the troupe and let the new director see his abilities, so he was so angry that Lao Rao was a bastard.

Ding Baigou sat for more than ten minutes before Teacher Li walked in. When he saw Ding Baigou, he was stunned for a moment and then shouted:

"Master Ding...No, Captain Ding, so early?"

"I'm not bad early, I'm almost having lunch." Ding Baigou said angrily.

Teacher Li stared at the towel in the basin on the ground and then looked behind the door and blurted out:

"This is my face wash towel... Oh, forget it, just use it as a rag."

"Old Li, from now on I will come here to work on the morning of 1999. When I am not here, I will still entrust you to take care of the troupe's affairs." Ding Baigou said to Teacher Li.

"No problem, as long as I'm not allowed to be the leader."

"Then is it suitable for you to manage it?"

"Impossible. I'm not that material. Lao Yang often talks about me when he is here."

"Don't mention that king... don't mention him."

"Okay, don't mention it." Teacher Li remembered something, "Captain Ding, you come on Monday, March and Friday, who will contact the performance?"

“Who contacted before?”

"Old Yang...oh, don't mention him."

Ding Baigou looked at the phone on the table and said strangely: "The phone doesn't ring, how did he contact him?"

"Tel? Oh, the phone was shut down for owed half a year ago." Teacher Li smiled, "Yes, I haven't noticed you if you don't say it, I haven't even gotten the phone. How did he contact the show?"

"Don't worry about this for now." Ding Baigou looked at his watch and said to Teacher Li: "You call all the backbone staff of the troupe and let's have a meeting."

Teacher Li stood up, walked to the dormitory next to the office, opened the door, reported a string of names, and told the people in the door that they would call these people in the office, and the new leader wanted to ask them for a meeting.

Teacher Li returned to the office, looked at the basin on the ground, squatted down, tucked the towel, and began to wipe the desk on his side. After he finished wiping, people began to come one after another. Every time someone came, Teacher Li told him to go find a stool.

Liu Ligan was the last one to arrive. Teacher Li told him to go find a stool. Liu Ligan shook his head: "Just stand."

Liu Ligan stood beside Feng Laogui, standing against the wall. Feng Laogui moved to the side and gave up half of the stool. Liu Ligan sat down and sat half of the butt with Feng Laogui.

"Captain Ding, everyone is here." Teacher Li and Ding Baigou said.

Ding Baigou looked at everyone, frowned, and asked, "Who, who is that artist?"

"He's not in the room." Someone shouted.

"Where did you go during working hours?" Ding Baigou said angrily.

"He went to the county party committee guesthouse and helped their conference room to draw. The county government office's administrative department invited him to the office." Teacher Li and Ding Baigou said.

Ding Baigou has nothing to say.

Teacher Li quickly said: "Let's all welcome Commander Ding first."

Everyone applauded, and Captain Ding raised his hands, palms facing down, and pressed elastically twice, as if there were two springs under his hands.

Captain Ding coughed twice and then began to speak:

"All the people here are important backbone of our troupe and the core of our troupe. There is a saying that the power of role models is endless. I think as long as we are here together, our troupe will have great hope, and it is possible to change our current appearance and revitalize the glory of our Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe.

"There is one thing that needs no denying that the current performance market is indeed very recession, and we are facing many difficulties, but this difficulty is not what we are facing in one group, but the difficulties that all the theater troupes are currently facing..."

"The Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe is very popular!" someone said.

"Very good. You mentioned the Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe. Then I ask you, do you all here have the confidence to shape our troupe into the second Xiaobaihua Opera Troupe and come to a Xiaobaihua Wu Opera Troupe?" Ding Baigou asked.

"Where is that easy?" someone shouted.

"Whether it is easy or not, the key depends on confidence. There is another saying that is very good. There are always more ways than difficulties. I hope everyone will work together and give more valuable suggestions." Ding Baigou said.

"Okay, I'll give you a suggestion," said Tan Shuzhen, "to arrange a new drama and strive to participate in the Ministry of Culture's performances and drama festivals."

"This, this is very..." Ding Baigou asked Teacher Li beside him in a low voice, "Is it a lot of money to rehearse a new show?"

"At least 100,000," said Teacher Li.

Ding Baigou shivered for a moment, then calmed down: "This, Tan Shuzhen's suggestion is very good. The new drama must be arranged. However, the most urgent task at the moment is whether there is a good way to adapt to the reality of our group and change the appearance of our group?"

"Yes." Liu Ligan shouted, "Let Zhang Chen draw fake coins, let us go to the street to exchange the group, and the commission in the group is 20%.

"Nothing." Ding Baigou shouted, "That's illegal."

"Yes, it's not illegal to starve us to death?" Liu Ligan mocked.

"Captain Ding, when will our salary be paid?" Feng Laogui shouted.

"Yes, the new official takes three fires. Captain Ding, please click this one first." Someone echoed.

Ding Baigou slapped the table with his hands: "It's a meeting now, why are you mentioning the salary again?"

"Captain Ding, did you receive your salary last month?" Liu Ligan asked.

"Of course I'll get it." Ding Baigou said.

"Do you know we haven't received it for three months?" Liu Ligan sneered.

"Why do your Cultural Bureau receive our salary on time every month and we fly in the sky?" someone shouted.

"It's still flying higher and higher, and it's so far away that it's invisible."

Everyone laughed.
Chapter completed!