I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 189 I Didn't Prod You To Fight With Immortals!
But the 50-year-old Jing Xiaoqiang relied on his rebirth and talent bonus to be able to sit on an equal footing with others.

Mu Chunlei, who is in his 40s, is a successful model of pure self-development.

Satisfied with this theater planning feature.

I also discussed with Jing Xiaoqiang, in fact, there is no need to directly explode such a large project of [-] square meters from the beginning, first build a theater, then build a teaching building to occupy the space, and then slowly expand it later.

The construction of colleges and universities is something that can be decided by oneself, which is not the same as ordinary infrastructure construction.

Moreover, there are a lot of shady things about infrastructure construction. Instead, Mu Chunlei feels that what he wants is merit, the simpler the more innocent.

What he wanted was to get out quickly.

So the sooner the better.

I sighed again and again: "Even if you are too young, you can't be too shocking. If you survive for 20 years, I am very optimistic about you."

Jing Xiaoqiang hastily dismissed his disrespect: "You all want to travel around in a light suit, and I want to do it even more! And what I yearn for is a truly pure tour of mountains and rivers, right?"

Mu Chunlei was collecting the hand-painted theater drawings and the main points he recorded, and stopped smiling.

Looking at Jing Xiaoqiang: "What do you want to express?"

Jing Xiaoqiang also put away those flattering and exaggerated gestures: "It's still the same sentence, the talent in our hands is a tool to maintain freedom, and the talent we pursue is a tool for us to become slaves. This is my understanding , you are my leader, and I sincerely hope that you will gain both fame and fortune, but if you pursue one thing too hard, will you deviate from the track?"

Mu Chunlei was incredulous: "Are you really?"

Jing Xiaoqiang spread out a smile as youthful and innocent as possible: "I will be 19 soon."

Mu Chunlei took out another cigar, signaled to Jing Xiaoqiang, and shook his head.

He just nodded and nodded slowly: "I seem to feel that it is an old friend and my peers giving me advice. To be honest, since I was 20 years old, it is difficult for people around me to give me advice, because they don't understand me. Thorough, but... talented people emerge from generation to generation, and finally someone is qualified to remind me, let me think about it."

Jing Xiaoqiang returned to that flattering look: "Thank you for your generosity, I will always be your loyal student..."

He also gave a very standard European-style knight salute, and bowed humbly and stepped back.

It's a very contrived theatrical tone.

The dean of the School of Drama didn't even smile, he just watched Jing Xiaoqiang close the door and disappear in the green smoke.

Jing Xiaoqiang will be very busy in the next few days.

During the day, he and Yu Shufan crossed over to lead the team.

The musical troupe of over 20 people, in addition to less than ten lead singers, more than [-] performers on stage, who are seconded from various departments.

In the morning Yu Shufan took vocal music lessons, and in the afternoon Jing Xiaoqiang brought the orchestra to rehearse.

Yu Shufan lamented that it is difficult for even the students of the Conservatory of Music to obtain such a level of rehearsal.

However, Zhou Qingyun watched quietly, not mentioning the matter of involving the students of the music school.

He even took the initiative to give the children a voice lesson.

In the evening, I go to the bar to be busy with all kinds of final pre-opening preparations.

The band is a small matter. This time Yu Shufan found a group from the music school, which can be regarded as a work-study program to reduce costs. She has already considered herself as the boss on this side.

The most troublesome thing was the procedure.

It is extremely difficult to handle procedures in entertainment venues such as bars, and even all parties are noncommittal, neither saying yes nor saying no.

Even Uncle Cheng's relationship is a little uncertain about this matter.

Except for the bars in foreign-related hotels, at least in Shanghai, they are not so liberalized. It is said that they have appeared tentatively in Pingjing.

But it is said that they are all key places where hooligans gather.

However, Jing Xiaoqiang went to the art troupe, gave the check to Lu's mother, and immediately got ten "retired" art soldiers with formalities to enter the job!

Then, in person, he won a business license for a music and dancing venue on the same day!

May I ask which department dares to block the market-oriented tertiary industry attempt of the art troupe to jointly build a civilized unit!
According to the rumors heard by Jing Xiaoqiang's later generations, in the past few years, not to mention the rental of military license plates, even transport planes have been used for business.

The major departments are really poor and crazy.

People block and kill people, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

Lu's mother also inspected Xiajing Garden by the way, and at this moment, the traces of Xu's family have been completely washed away, which is the existence of Thorn Bar.

I had a face-to-face meeting with Uncle Cheng from a distance, and Uncle Nose Hair was astonished!

He hurriedly wanted to lean over to flatter him, but was tripped by Jing Xiaoqiang's nonchalant stretching out...

He fell down in the middle of a pile of rosewood Eight Immortals tables.

Mama Lu's rare smile, matched with that military uniform, made Uncle Cheng talk about it for a long time!

But Jing Xiaoqiang touched the collar and motioned for the collar patch, which still woke Uncle Cheng up.

Lu's mother came out but said that it might not be appropriate for her to come like this, and someone might be looking at it on the other side of the road, and I will see Jing Xiaoqiang in the future. If you have any questions, tell her directly, but don't commit crimes, especially those involving To the righteousness of the nation.

Jing Xiaoqiang drove the leader back.

Sitting in this Cherokee, Mother Lu finally mentioned the case: "Last time, I didn't tell Xiaoxi in front of Xiaoxi. The relevant departments in the army mobilized to search along the road and the villages on both sides the next day. Nearby hospitals and clinics They also conducted inquiries and investigations immediately, and at twelve o'clock that night, the robber was caught in a village less than three kilometers away."

Jing Xiaoqiang never dared to ask, but only cared: "Is there anyone dead?"

Mother Lu shook her head: "One has a broken thigh and two have broken arms. Your Uncle Lu is very satisfied with your combat prowess, and said that next time you go to the division headquarters, you can compete with him in actual combat."

Jing Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief: "Then how dare you fight him."

Lu's mother also stopped mentioning the fate of this criminal: "Xiaoxi has received an arrangement from the Municipal Federation of Industry and Commerce this month to attend a meeting. You should understand better. Help her sort out the various speeches and read them accordingly. no problem."

Jing Xiaoqiang wondered how dare I go: "Wait until the busy days are over, I'm going to be in a musical on New Year's Day, it's related to many aspects, and I might go to Zhang Luoxiu's theater..."

Mother Lu teased your little girl in the bar, but a lot of words came to her lips, and she abruptly focused: "What theater?"

Only then did Jing Xiaoqiang tell the story of the dance school and the drama school from the beginning to the end.

Mother Lu, who was born in dance, was dumbfounded: "You don't know that the earliest dance troupe base in Shanghai is in the western suburbs? That's where I started, and then I was transferred to the art troupe. Yes, that's right. In theory, it is the first dance troupe in the dance school. First, the song and dance troupe is second, the art troupe is third, pick the rest and go to the dance academy after they grow up, let me think..."

The Cherokee compartment became a little quieter, Mother Lu thought: "This is a big deal, we want to make sure that the final burden is on you..."

Jing Xiaoqiang hurriedly took a break to be safe: "I'm only 19 years old! What a burden!"

Mother Lu shook her head firmly: "The golden age of dance is at this time. Although your performance muscle group is not characteristic of folk dance or even modern dance, you have your own characteristics. When this... at least let you be promoted to the deputy director level. "

Jing Xiaoqiang was about to cry: "No, I just want to share the property rights of the theater, and then sing and dance comfortably, here you are again! Of course I benefited from going to the Youth Song Club last time, but I brought along with it There's a lot of trouble coming..."

The more you talk, the lower your voice is, so don't be hypocritical, this is less than a month and I got 600 million!

The inconvenience of being a celebrity has disappeared!
He could only change his words: "I will not be an official, and I will not join the system!"

Lu's mother continued to think: "Then you should discuss it with Xiaoxi. I called her yesterday. It seems that if you go to the Federation of Industry and Commerce, the art circles and other democrats, you will have a higher right to speak. Anyway, you don't want to participate in practical affairs." , I also hate that kind of power struggle. You have to focus on singing and dancing. If the money in this theater is not enough, let Xiaoxi fully support you. It seems that she has made a lot of money. She said that she will end fur by the end of this month. Sales, not necessarily after that.”

Jing Xiaoqiang was already in admiration: "Whatever happens to you will turn into a big battle, so just let me go, it's as simple as it gets."

Lu's mother shook her head: "There are no simple things in this world. The simpler the situation, the more complicated the situation behind it. It is to make everything on stage look simple for you. We have to build the backside to be extremely complicated and strong."

Jing Xiaoqiang was speechless again, just like the interior picture of the theater he drew for Mu Chunlei, what the audience saw was a bright and beautiful stage, but in fact there was a backstage several times the area of ​​the stage behind the stage. The public stage is used as support.

The modern stage is more complex and cumbersome.

Mother Lu's words were a bit philosophical.

But the situation is so complicated that she has to think twice: "You know, the art troupe's survival is very difficult. I have to think about what to do with my soldiers. In fact, if I make a move, I will directly merge with the dance school and establish the Shanghai Dance Center. , it's not impossible..."

What a fisherman is behind! ?
Jing Xiaoqiang hurriedly begged softly: "Come on, this Dean Mu must hate me to death, he is completely making your wedding dress for you."

Lu's mother smiled gracefully: "Why, does your dean have a daughter who wants to marry you?"

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't even want to grab the steering wheel: "You have to have a first-come, first-served one, or your art troupe will also be incorporated into drama studies..."

When he said this, he gasped.

Isn't this finding an ancestor for yourself to be a leader?
With Lu's mother's military background, that Principal Zhuang might not be able to beat her!
Who is the leader of the dance department?

I couldn't help but give myself a small slap on the face, why bring up such a bad idea.

Lu's mother was already thinking about it: "It seems to be really good. With you as the backbone of the business, I will apply for the support of the cultural industry system above, and conduct a military-to-civilian experiment, leading the country to set an example. It is worth doing. Gotta do..."

Fang Qiu pointed to the front: "Okay, I'll go back and find out about the policy and other sources. This dance, music and art park is indeed very suitable. Working in a university is a great place for job-changing cadres. It's okay..."

Jing Xiaoqiang suddenly thought of a possibility. If Lu's mother really changed her career to go to the Drama Academy, if Lao Mu really wanted to leave, who could beat her?

This is really a fight between gods, and Xiaoqiang suffers!

(End of this chapter)