What song is this?

Until the director walked away, Shen Tao was still confused.

However, he quickly regained his composure. Since the director had pointed out the way, what else could he say?

I walked back to my desk, took the pile of information in front of me, and started reviewing it.

Especially about Yang Xiaotao, that is the top priority.

"Is this a hybrid corn? Isn't this Grade A? It's stupid."

"This is Qixing, what these bastards have done?"

Soon, Shen Tao's yelling and cursing came from the room, and of course there was a little excitement in the voice.

...

bang bang bang

Coffee cups kept falling to the floor, and crumbs were everywhere in the office.

Team leader Zhang's face turned pale. After smashing the cup, he still didn't regret it. He even picked up the book on the table and banged it on the table.

The banging sound kept coming out, and people outside did not dare to approach for fear of being harmed.

They don't have Wang Guohua's ability to go in and persuade.

Moreover, the capable Wang Guohua is gone now.

For the sake of your own life, you should put your work aside.

"Damn, damn, idiot, waste~"

Team leader Zhang was cursing, and the hateful words kept coming out, and he didn't know who he was cursing.

However, the report on the Red Star Machinery Factory performance in my hand had suffered a disaster and was now in tatters.

Just like the entire office, it is in dilapidated condition!

...

Siheyuan.

Ran Qiuye returned home early with Cuiping and a group of people from the machinery factory, where they were preparing dinner.

However, the courtyard was full of chatter, talking vividly about the machine factory performance.

In the front yard, the third aunt was surrounded by a group of people and described everything that happened at the Red Star Machinery Factory.

The old ladies around him exclaimed in surprise, and many people also commented with emotion, but most of them were envious.

I envy the three aunties who can go in and see it, and even more envy those who get the rewards.

Even if you are participating, you still need a coat.

This machine shop is really luxurious.

Thanks to the liberation of Yan, Yan Fugui's family got a place to enter the machinery factory, but instead of sitting in the front like Ran Qiuye, they sat on the side with the people in the courtyard.

Even so, it's quite enjoyable to watch.

At this moment, Yan Fugui was showing off to a group of old men in the alley outside.

"You don't know, that person is so crowded that you can't even see the end of it at a glance."

"That's why our Hongxing Machinery Factory has such a big area."

"The stage is so high, it's bigger than the courtyard. Let me tell you, the performances there are even more beautiful than those in the movies."

Yan Fugui was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and squatting on the top of the house, with the wind at his back, not too cold, and a little excitement on his face.

"The most exciting thing is the prize."

"Zhou Kui in our courtyard is the first prize. This time he rode back directly on a motorcycle."

"Motorcycles, there aren't many in Sijiu City..."

As soon as Yan Fugui finished speaking, there was a rumble not far away, and everyone immediately started to stand on the roadside. They saw a motorcycle coming from a distance with its lights on. They looked closely and saw that the rider

It turned out to be Zhou Peng.

When the car came to a stop at the door, Zhou Peng was full of joy. After getting off the car, he directly stroked the motorcycle with his eyes as if looking at his own wife.

Yan Fugui wanted to step forward to take a look, but before he could say anything, he saw several people walking out of the alley. The leader, Zhou Kuina, recognized them at a glance.

However, there were two more people following behind.

Moreover, the thing Zhou Kui was holding in his hand was not small.

"Kuizi, Xiao'e, what are you doing?"

Yan Fugui recognized the person behind him and quickly stepped forward to ask.

Zhou Kui chuckled, but said nothing.

He is still somewhat lacking in communicating with others.

When Lou Xiao'e saw Yan Fugui, she stepped forward proudly, "Uncle Yan, isn't this obvious? We are giving a gift."

"Gift giving?"

Yan Fugui's eyes widened, and then he looked at the big man Zhou Kui was holding, "Is this a washing machine?"

"Guessed it right."

Lou Xiao'e smiled and nodded, then saw that Zhou Kui was struggling, so she urged him to go in quickly.

Yan Fugui watched from behind, and a group of old men around him came forward and asked curiously, "Uncle Yan, is this a gift? Who is it for?"

Yan Fugui turned around and said, "Who else can I give it to, of course, the Yang family."

Several people suddenly realized.

Yan Fugui became energetic again, "You don't know, the one who won first place will be sent to the Red Army ten times, but Yang Xiaotao in our courtyard wrote more than just that. There are several songs in this performance that were written by him."

It’s done.”

"As soon as I sent the Red Army to Lige, I sent them down the mountain..."

Yan Fugui sang at the side with a high voice. Although he was tone deaf, he memorized the lyrics roughly.

"You haven't seen it. This guy sang and that guy performed. Everyone in the audience was crying..."

Yan Fugui shook his head as he spoke.

He also shed tears when he felt the same emotion.

"This Xiao Yang is so awesome. He didn't even participate, but he still got first place. He's very capable."
Chapter completed!