After the people were all gone, Ding Baigou picked up the bag on the table and prepared to go back. The pile of garbage on the ground was still piled up there, and Teacher Li was still sitting opposite him. When Ding Baigou passed the pile of garbage, he kicked and scolded: "Trump!"

I don’t know if he was swearing or really scolding the pile of trash. Anyway, Teacher Li heard something in his words and looked up at his back with dissatisfaction.

Ding Baigou walked out of the office, walked to the barbed tree, unlocked the car lock, pushed forward two steps, and realized that both tires were gone. He looked down and realized that it turned out that the valve core had been pulled out.

He looked into the gate and saw a few little ghosts, and ran upstairs with a smile.

Ding Baigou sighed, pushed his bicycle and headed towards the semicircular ramp.

The next morning, Ding Baigou had tortured his teeth and went to work in the troupe. He pushed the car under the barbed tree and was about to lock the car. After thinking about it, he continued to push it. He pushed it to the gate, carried it up the steps at the gate, and pushed it along the corridor towards the office.

He looked up at the sign of the "Team Leader's Office" and felt a little awkward. When he got closer, he realized that someone used red paint to add a head on the word "tuan" and a tail under it. He licked two legs on each side. The word "tuan" turned into a turtle.

Ding Baigou was so angry that he parked his bicycle in the corridor at the door of the office, raised his hand and waved it hard, and the sign fell to the ground with a click.

In the office, several people exclaimed "ah".

Ding Baigou walked into the office and saw four or five old ladies sitting inside. After asking, he realized that they were either retired staff of the troupe or their families. They all came to find the new leader and asked about their salary, saying that the family really couldn't hold on anymore and was about to go out to beg for food.

Teacher Li didn't know where to hide, and he didn't show up all morning. Several old ladies surrounded Captain Ding and complained in turn. In order to deepen their impression, they complained over and over again. Captain Ding was very angry, but he had to smile and dared not fire it. He knew that as soon as he got angry, these old ladies who were still sitting on the stool would sit on the ground immediately.

He beat the ground, chest and sky, and five energetic old ladies came together, Ding Baigou was shuddered when he thought about it.

It was finally eleven o'clock, and the five people had not yet decided to go back. Ding Baigou stood up and walked out with his bag.

Before the old ladies could react, he had already pushed the bicycle out. When the old ladies chased to the gate, they saw the upper half of Captain Ding's figure fading down step by step.

Ding Baigou's career as a team leader ended after two days. He made up his mind that this broken place will never come again. Whoever you love will come?

Ding Baigou did not go to the troupe and sat in the bureau office every day. What was strange was that several directors walked in and out, and no one mentioned this. They seemed to have made an appointment and forgot the troupe.

Ding Baigou was cautious at first, afraid that someone would mention this matter, but later he wanted someone to mention it.

Someone asked him jokingly: "Lao Ding, where is your theater troupe?"

When Ding Baigou saw Deputy Director Rao passing by the door, Ding Baigou replied loudly:

"I've put the troupe out!"

Deputy Director Rao thought that he didn't hear it and thought to me, saying this to me, do you think you can escape by letting go?

This incident then entered a funny situation. The Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe had a nominal leader, but the members could not see their leader. Several directors of the Cultural Bureau knew that the leader of the Wu Opera Troupe was in name only, but everyone agreed that everything was normal now and the leader was also performing his position.

One of the biggest benefits of this tacit understanding is that at least there is not so much trouble in front of you. Anyway, no matter in the county or bureau, you have long since no expectation that the troupe can bring you any political achievements. In fact, it is worse than a useless rib. It is a pity that the troupe is abandoned. The troupe is simply a bunch of dog skin plaster that can't be shaken off, unless you want to disband the Yue Opera Troupe and start again.

The directors also figured out that the biggest advantage of this situation is that if something happens to the troupe, now there is at least one person who takes the blame, and the board cannot be directly hit by himself. Even the responsibility of the leader is the county party committee propaganda department of the superior supervisor of the Cultural Bureau, the county party committee propaganda department, can also share some of the responsibility for him. Ding Baigou serves as the leader of the group, and the comrades in the propaganda department at that time also agreed.

The scapegoat Ding Baigou certainly knew the secret. He yelled at the big news and wanted everyone to know the whole situation. The leader had long since quit, but the leaders just didn't change it. So what can I do?

In any case, let Ding Baigou sit in the smelly office again, and let a group of old men and women gather around him, saying the blood and tears story one by one. Ding Baigou would never do it even if he was beaten to death. At worst, he would be improper as the director. He would not be able to sell art at the entrance of the cinema.

Anyway, the fact is that the Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe has been released from now on. It turned out to be a castle made of sand, but now it has completely dispersed into a pile of loose sand.

No one practiced the exercise room anymore. After a long time, the primary school students secretly fled home. Anyway, no one taught them here. They were still hungry and full, and at least they had enough food to eat when they went home.

Teacher Li was invited to serve as a supervisor by several state-owned enterprises, and they also had art performances and competitions in the province, department, and system. While Teacher Li was the supervisor himself, he also brought the piano and drummer in the troupe to accompany the amateur actors with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Later, he also brought the opera business, and by the way he brought the troupe's costumes and props, and the sets painted by Zhang Chen.

The Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe is not large in scale, but after all, its history is long. Their costumes, from Lin Daiyu, Bao Gong, to the New Fourth Army and the Japanese devils, are all complete, even those foam-made box cannons, grenades and 38 covers, which is left behind when the rehearsal of "The Sound of the Plain Gunshots".

If you ask those companies to look for these things, they really can't find them.

So Teacher Li and the others became busier than in the theater troupe. They ate well in the canteens of large state-owned enterprises, and they had enough oil and water. They could bring some of them after eating. The subsidies they gave were enough for their families to buy rice.

Props and carpenters, using their specialties, threw the training blanket aside, and directly in the training room, they started to make sofas for others and make plexiglass light boxes on the roof. The business was pretty good.

The County Federation of Literary and Art Circles compiled a so-called reportage collection of "Model of the Times" and found Liu Ligan. Liu Ligan was doing it easily. He felt that writing reportage was similar to writing stories for dead people, and it was nothing more than a blowjob.

So, the farmer who raised more than 300 chickens became the king of chickens in his writing. In a linoleum shed, he blended dishwashing liquid and disinfectant. He once blew himself into the sky, but now he is still tilted. In his writing, he became the king of chemicals. As for the people who sell braised chicken feet in the farmers' market, her deeds may be ashamed of her white-bearded grandfather of KFC.

For a moment, Yongcheng County was filled with kings. "Model of the Times" was very popular with the king and the quasi-king king. In one go, four books were published. Before the kings accepted Liu Ligan's interview, the kings paid 500 yuan to Lao Meng, who was in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. A month later, the five hundred yuan became one hundred books with their own names, photos and titles of the king, which were enough to show off among relatives and friends.

Liu Ligan wrote a reportage of five or six thousand words in three days. He could get six or seventy yuan from Lao Meng, which was worth half a month's salary. How could he take out and have a banquet for the kings?

This job is so worth doing.

The county film company established an advertising company. They erected a row of two-story iron billboards at the entrance of Yongcheng County. At that time, there were no UV advertising spraying machines, photo machines, and all advertisements were drawn by manual paintings. So Zhang Chen climbed onto the scaffolding every day and used paint and oil paint to draw advertisements on the white iron sheet.

These days, he drew Coca-Cola, and the next few days, when he drew the "Youth Treasure" advertisement, he drew the girl in a white tennis skirt on the picture to life, exactly the same as the one on TV, which attracted passers-by and drivers passing by couldn't help but take a look.
Chapter completed!