"Ah? How can you move into 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. The wrinkles on his face were like those of the Terracotta Warriors. He kept saying, "How can this be done? That's our house. It's illegal for them to move in without permission! Teacher Chen, shall 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 Qi said.
"Oh, my son just got 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 gave birth to grandchildren, and they were crying and shouting..."
"Wait a minute, who are making trouble?" Chen Qi wondered.
"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 was quite reasonable.
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 and not leaving? 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?"
"Lao 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 wanted a house, but they didn't really jump off the building. Besides, if the employees of Beijing Film Studio are making trouble, it should be handled by Beijing Film Studio and it should have no business with us? 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, and Gong Xuet said: "Hanhan, please go back first and report back if there is any news."
"Teacher Chen really doesn't care? We are terrified!" "Wait a moment, let's 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 wore a big beard and 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 inspector comes 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 are naturally in tune with each other and have a perfect 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 over 30 years old. 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 very high seniority. Feng Gong is still in the Railway Art Troupe 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, so 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 child is very patient. I can't read. 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.
"As you said, how can I afford this?" "If I 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 several backup dancers to sing "Girls from Alishan".
We invited two teachers from the Central Ethnic Song and Dance Ensemble to help with choreography, and we also found backup dancers from there. Among them was a young girl who was not yet famous, named Yang Liping."
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 only look 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'll follow you. Let him talk about it." Gong Xue nodded and gently held his hand.
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One side is sympathetic, gentle and considerate, while the other side is in trouble.
At 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 themselves. About 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 shouted in his heart: "Comrade Liu, let me reiterate, Your behavior is illegal. I have already called the police. You'd better come out immediately."
On the balcony of the sixth floor, with the window open, an old man looked over his head and shouted, hoarsely: "What do I have to be afraid of at my age? 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. You have the ability to rob your factory's house!" Dai Hanhan scolded.
"I don't care what the unit is. We have a share of the building built in Beijing Film Studio. Why do 30 of you occupy a building? It's mine if I move in!"
"You you!"
Dai Hanhan's face turned red with anger. She showed that she was shameless and it was useless to scold him.
Several people from the security department were also there, and they looked at each other. The section chief, Zhao Yan, took over the loudspeaker and continued shouting to distract the old man's attention. The other few hunkered down and blended into the crowd, trying to sneak into the unit door.
"What are you doing?"
"Those guys! What are you going to do?"
The old man was not the only one watching upstairs. There were six people who immediately shouted: "Don't even think about coming up! I will jump when you come up. Let me see who is faster: you go upstairs or I jump!!!"
"Don't irritate them, come back, come back!" "You dare to jump when you are in a hurry!"
Li Mingfu pulled a few people from the security department back. He was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger. He kept circling downstairs and suddenly shouted: "Where is Xiao Chen? Didn't you go to find him?"
"Teacher Chen is not coming!"
"Why don't you come? It's such a big deal!"
Dai Hanhan repeated the original words. Li Mingfu was startled and started to sweat a little. Is that kid so cruel?
Before he could say anything, he suddenly heard shouting from next door, and there was a chaos. He saw the old man over there, half of his body hanging on the window. A deputy director was so frightened that he shouted: "You Go back, go back! We won’t go upstairs, we won’t go upstairs!”
Watch the old man slowly retreat.
Several deputy factory directors cursed in unison: "Fuck! What the hell is this!"
When it was first announced that the building was being built, the whole factory was jubilant. Now that the houses were being divided, the real scene came. They looked at the next door and happened to meet Li Mingfu's eyes. There was no sense of sympathy for each other, but they hated each other.
Beiying Film Factory: If you hadn’t gotten this bad thing from you? Dongchang: Do you think I would be willing to build a building in your factory?
Let’s take a look at the various emotions of the workers onlookers, which are clearly exposed. Some are gloating, some are watching with cold eyes, some are sizing up the situation, and some are looking forward to it... What are you looking forward to?
Will Beiying Film Factory surrender first, or Dongfang Film Studio? Whoever surrenders first will be able to catch up.
(I recently discovered that some paragraphs are missing commas, but my background text clearly has commas. Do you see the same thing? Is there a comma missing sometimes? I can give feedback to the editor.)
Chapter completed!