Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 1031 1031. Chinese Week (17)

"Just like yesterday, let's talk about the latest progress at hand first, and then talk about the experience of today's activities. I will talk about the situation in the display board area first." Zheng Chunhua is always the first to summarize, and everyone has long been accustomed to it. "The police came this morning, and it was pretty much as everyone expected. They came for routine questioning. Because there is no surveillance and no witnesses, there is no progress for the time being. The police said they will investigate further, but let's not hold out too much hope. Let's still follow the division of labor in the morning. Everyone will work harder in the morning and evening. Let's have a good rest after it's over."

Everyone was silent. Although they had expected this, their emotions were still slightly affected.

"Are all the reporters here?" Dong Qiangqiang was very concerned about whether the female reporters from the TV station would come to cause trouble again.

"The newspaper people are here, but the TV people are not." Zheng Chunhua took out a few newspapers from her bag and distributed them to everyone. "Today's interview was very thorough. Not only did they take photos on the spot, they also sent us sample newspapers. The entire sixth page was filled with reports on the opening ceremony of China Week yesterday. It was basically objective, and the introduction was detailed and orderly. It was pretty standard, right?"

"When I first saw the reporter from the newspaper yesterday, I thought he looked fierce and like a rough man. He was not as feminine as the middle-aged and charming female reporter from the TV station. I didn't expect that their work attitudes were so different..." Zhao Ke sighed, "Tsk tsk, you can't judge a person by his appearance."

"You just stare at her appearance for no reason, don't you?" Ji Fengping said sarcastically, "You looked at her breasts and buttocks a lot yesterday, didn't you?"

Zhao Ke's face turned red after hearing Ji Fengping's words. He was about to retort, but Zheng Chunhua saw that the situation was not good and quickly stopped him, saying, "The people at the newspaper are indeed more friendly, not as aggressive as the one at the TV station yesterday. Maybe the quality of people working in print media and visual media is still different."

"After you asked the TV station and they said they couldn't come, did they have any other feedback?" Dong Qiangqiang asked, "Did they say when they would be able to publish relevant reports on China Week?"

"I asked, but they didn't say a word." Zheng Chunhua replied, "From the tone of the receptionist, it seems that there will be no report."

Dong Qiangqiang thought: Maybe the content that positively introduces China does not meet the reporting standards of their TV station, so it is ignored.

Zheng Chunhua gave Fang Shuang a look, and Fang Shuang understood. He cleared his throat and said loudly, "According to everyone's suggestions this morning, all the photos of the two previous themes and the damaged display board have been urgently developed. The text descriptions and condemnation letters of the photos have also been typed. The new display board is over there. Everyone will divide the work and try to set it up before the university locks the door."

"Fang Shuang, you are awesome," Gu Xin praised. "You handled so many things by yourself. You are so efficient. You have no idea how many people asked me what happened to our display board today. Now it's good. We can resume the display tomorrow."

"Chunhua helped a lot, and Dong Qiangqiang's suggestions were very comprehensive," Fang Shuang said modestly, "I don't have to think too much about execution, it's just running errands, it's very simple, but you guys are working harder here."

"Have you checked the suggestion box and donation box? Is there anything special today?" Zheng Chunhua asked with concern.

"The suggestions box mainly asked why the two theme exhibitions were withdrawn. Some people asked about the specific situation, and some asked if there was a reward for reporting. In short, there were all kinds of comments. The amount of donations is still increasing, and there are many more foreigners donating than on the first day."

"Offering a reward for reporting? That's a good idea." Zhao Ke slapped his thigh and shouted, "Let's throw in a hundred euros and see if we can get a witness. If not, we'll throw in two hundred."

Zheng Chunhua ignored Zhao Ke's suggestion, turned to look at Ji Fengping, and said with a double meaning: "I saw you outside the movie classroom today. There were quite a lot of people there, right?"

Ji Fengping replied: "Infernal Affairs is one of the few good films in Hong Kong in recent years. It is also a police and gangster film that foreigners can understand, so it is very popular. (The number of people watching the movie) is twice as much as yesterday."

"How's business?" Zheng Chunhua asked again, "Just now I saw you were smiling, so today's harvest should be pretty good, right?"

“Hehe…” Ji Fengping covered the back of his head and grinned, “Boss Wanfu takes good care of me. Of course, it’s also for the sake of all the big guys. When I mentioned it to him, he agreed without hesitation.”

"Oh my god, you really went to sell it?" When Zhao Ke heard that Ji Fengping made money, his eyes immediately widened and he pounced on Ji Fengping with his teeth and claws bared.

"Why do you always speak so harshly? What do you mean by selling yourself? If you don't know how to speak, don't say it." Ji Fengping pushed Zhao Ke's hand away in annoyance.

While Zhao Ke was pestering Ji Fengping, Fang Shuang turned to Gu Xin and asked, "Hey, Gu Xin, how was the performance this morning? I heard that there were a lot of people watching the show in the rain today. Did everyone feel it was good?"

"More than just good, you people who weren't there simply can't imagine how popular and sought-after they were. The performance was a blast, very successful, and perfect. In the end, the two tents prepared for the audience were completely full, and it was only until the seniors from Saarbrücken gave up their tents that we could barely stand," Gu Xin said with a look of delight. "Whether they are from the Hanover Conservatory of Music or the Saarbrücken Conservatory of Music, in my opinion, their level is very high, and their attention to detail is unmatched, especially the repertoire they prepared for the encore, which directly made the atmosphere on the scene extremely hot."

"So exaggerated?" Fang Shuang felt unbelievable, "Is it true?"

"Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, ask Ji Fengping. He saw it, too. He cried with everyone else when they were listening to the song later." "Gu Xin didn't lie. She was really angry," Ji Fengping, who had just gotten rid of Zhao Ke, smiled awkwardly. "I don't know why, but when I heard 'My Motherland', I couldn't stop crying. Maybe people get sentimental easily when they get older."

"Is this a sad thing?" Zhao Ke had just been mocked by Ji Fengping, and he didn't expect to find the loophole in Ji Fengping's words so quickly. Since the opportunity to fight back was right in front of him, there was no reason to let it go easily. He quickly responded with sarcasm, "This is called fragility and hypocrisy. You are a man, don't you know that men don't shed tears easily?"

"No, this is not weakness, nor is it pretentiousness," Zheng Chunhua said seriously, "He was just moved."

"I really think our country has had a very difficult life. Not to mention the many disasters in history, the key is that the people are still so kind and simple. When I think about this time, without provoking anyone, all the exhibition boards were destroyed." Ji Fengping said with great sorrow.

Zhao Ke made a face and said, "Old Ji, if you continue to be sentimental, I will throw up."

Everyone suddenly started chatting, and Dong Qiangqiang asked Zheng Chunhua: "Did Sun Tao contact you today?"

"No. I haven't told him about the reporters and the vandalism of the display board. Do you want me to call him now?"

Dong Qiangqiang waved his hand: "He is too busy, let's not disturb him."

"Is Wanfu out of stock today?" Zheng Chunhua asked Zhao Ke, who was mainly responsible for helping Wanfu today.

"Hey, today is another day when Boss Wanfu wins a great victory without any effort." Zhao Ke's eyes were full of envy.

"Is there anyone watching over the sponsor?" Zheng Chunhua looked around at everyone.

"Yesterday there was someone sitting there answering questions, but today there seemed to be no one there." Someone joked, "Mr. Dong never sits there to help manage the station."

Everyone was chatting animatedly. Dong Qiangqiang suddenly remembered something else and asked Gu Xin hastily, "I was so busy rushing to the classroom at noon that I forgot to ask He Yangjin and the others what time they would be leaving. Have they all left? I also said I would treat them to a thank-you dinner, but I forgot about it because I was busy. Did you treat them when they left?"

Gu Xin, who was concentrating on listening to others' conversation, was suddenly asked by Dong Qiangqiang. After a few seconds, she answered: "Oh, now that you asked me, I remembered that she suddenly said in the afternoon that she would not leave today."

"Not leaving?" Dong Qiangqiang was stunned. "I remember she said before that she was in a hurry to go back to class and couldn't stay any longer."

"Today's performance was so popular, they must be happy. I guess after the performance someone advised them to stay and listen to the accompaniment of the cheongsam show before leaving, and they probably agreed." Gu Xin replied.

"Ancient style, ancient music, cheongsam," Fang Shuang covered her cheeks with her hands, "Oh my God, I can't even imagine how beautiful the scene was that day."

"What about the song? Are we still using the old one?" Ji Fengping asked.

"Maybe we need to change the music. Previously we used pop music as background music." Gu Xin replied.

"Is it possible?" Dong Qiangqiang asked, "Will it work if the models just walk on the runway without rehearsing the new songs?"

"Don't worry, I have already notified most of the models this afternoon. We will rehearse at the same place tomorrow afternoon. The models and He Yangjin are all confident." Gu Xin's face was full of pride, "Am I efficient enough? Please praise me quickly, I have been waiting for a long time."

Listening to everyone praising Gu Xin, Dong Qiangqiang was thinking: There is nothing strange about He Yangjin and others' hasty decision to stay, but he doesn't know if Lei Lanting will follow his husband and stay. Although he is unwilling to admit it, in his heart, he has unknowingly equated Lei Lanting with Lao Bai.

After witnessing everything that White and he say and do when living under the same roof, he has slowly realized that friendship between people is really phased. They used to talk about everything and have known each other for life and death, but now they are half strangers. Although he did not demand that the other party repay his previous life-saving grace, as long as he could keep his mouth shut, the other party could not do it. The two are like two meteorites with their own predetermined orbits. After a brief encounter, they still headed in their own different directions without looking back.

As he was thinking, a text message dinged from his phone. He looked down and saw that the message was very short, with only four words: I'm on the bus. Then he looked at the signature and it was Wang Shunan.