Director of the Centre

Chapter 17

"Who is Zhao Yi's girlfriend and what does she look like? I don't know what to do, so I just say that I have unreasonable thoughts about her, and she is innocent, you bastard!"

Back at Mr. Li Cao's house, Han Lu was so angry that he almost smashed the coffee table when he saw Mr. Wang in the office.

Wang Bin didn't know when he got up, and was sitting on the sofa in Li Caochang's main room watching TV.

"Xiao Han, what's the matter?"

Han Lu angrily told what happened to Zhao Yi just now.

In the end, he burst into tears and said, "Does Zhao Yi have a mental problem and say such unreasonable and crazy words? If he opened his mouth to talk nonsense in other places, he would have been beaten to death long ago."

"The problem is that we are a cultural and art center here, not other places."

Lao Wang said, what kind of unit is the cultural and art center? He is a nest of a large group of literary and art workers!These people have never taken a serious culture class since they were young, and their circle of contact is very small, and their worldly ways are very naive.

What are they performing and singing in peacetime that they learned in the art school? "The Story of the West Chamber", "Du Shiniang", "The Legend of the White Snake" and "Peach Blossom Fan" are all talented men and women, eating and drinking men and women.

After 20 years, this outlook on life and the world may be somewhat problematic.

Some people even took the stories on the stage seriously. Once they fall in love, they will be full of vigor and vitality.

A few years ago, there was a incident where someone became a couple in a theater and wanted to divorce their husband and wife when they returned home.

There are too many such situations, and managers like him are skinny.

"Xiao Han, the actors' emotions are very rich, and their thinking is not normal, so get used to it slowly!"

Now that this is said, Lao Wang asked the cast and crew how the food and accommodation arrangements are going.

Han Lu explained in detail how to match freely and how to draw lots just now.

After listening, Lao Wang stamped his feet and shouted: "Xiao Han, Xiao Han, what should I say about you, this is not a very good job."

Seeing that Han Lu was puzzled, Wang Bin complained, it's a good idea for you to let them pair up freely, but you overlooked one point.The so-called, there are more than one hundred people, and there are all kinds of people.Some people are naturally popular, while others are withdrawn and unkind.

Naturally, everyone with a good popularity would like to live in the same room with him, but no one cares about him if he is not popular. Standing alone next to him is too hurtful for self-esteem.

The center's three generations of literary and art workers, old, middle-aged and young, have a high reputation and have weird personalities. If you do this, don't you put someone on the bright side who is disgusted and rejected by everyone?
They are bound to hate the office and me, Wang Bin. In the future, if something happens, how do you ask our office to coordinate and how to do people's ideological work?

As soon as Lao Wang nagged, Han Lu felt aggrieved: Well, Director Wang, you only know how to talk after the fact, why don't you arrange the accommodation by yourself, co-authoring me is doing too many mistakes?

He refused to accept and refuted a few words.

At this time, Mrs. Li Caozhang came over and said, two leaders, dinner is ready, and Caozhang said that he would have a good drink with you, which stopped the two of them from continuing to argue.

Seeing the uneasy expressions of the two, Li Caochang wanted to make peace, so he couldn't stop toasting.

Not to mention, the dishes tonight are good, stewed pig's trotters with big white beans.

The soup is white, with a layer of oil floating on it, and the white beans have been stewed to the point of sand. One bite, the mouthful is full of beans.

As for the pig kick, it is already soft and rotten. A piece of it is sandwiched, and the sauce sprinkled with chopped green onion, oily pepper and garlic pepper powder is so fresh that people want to bite their tongues off.

The sweet potato wine is also mellow.

Lao Wang said happily, good wine and good food, and sister-in-law's craftsmanship is good.

With the delicious food in hand, Han Lu's mood improved.

Look at Wang Bin's eating turmoil, Han Ludao, Lao Wang, you are a diabetic, you should eat less oil, less salt and more vegetables.

Lao Wang's eyes bulged, then you can let me eat in the vegetable field, Li Zhishu is so enthusiastic, we have to give face, except today.

Li Caochang also said, yes, let's eat and drink today, dry meat and dry wine!

He was forthright and kept persuading him to drink.

Han Lu and Lao Wang ate happily, and each ate a catty.

Our Comrade Xiao Han is fine, but Director Wang is bad, walking in circles.

After working hard all day, it's time to rest.

The two went to bed.

The two gentlemen felt a bit tired of sharing the same bed, so they wrapped each other in a quilt and slept on the other side's feet.

Fortunately, everyone likes to be clean, and their feet don't smell bad.

Han Lu has a problem with drinking, the more he drinks, the more excited he gets, and today he has insomnia.

After baking sesame seed cakes on the bed for a long time, he finally fell asleep when his cell phone rang frighteningly.

When I saw it, it was already one o'clock, but I didn't recognize the number.

"Hi, I'm Han Lu."

"Han Lu, help, help, I killed someone." A man's cry came from over there.

Han Lu: "Don't cry, explain the matter clearly, who are you?"

"I'm Song Jianjun, woo woo woo, drummer Qiu is going to beat me to death, kill me, help me!"

"Fight!" Han Lu was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "How did drummer Qiu treat you? Did you hurt your face?"

Song Jianjun cried and asked, "Is the injury important?"

It's really important, actors rely on a face to eat.If you are left with scars, or if you are beaten into panda eyes, how can you go on stage to meet people?
Han Lu felt strange in his heart: "For logistics, you are looking for Lao Wang, what are you calling me for?" It is really unpleasant to be woken up by the phone ringing.

Song Jianjun sobbed: "Old Wang's phone is turned off, you are in the same room with him, I can only find you."

Han Lu asked him where he was now, and Song Jianjun replied that he couldn't stand Qiu's drummer and had already fled to the courtyard dam outside.

Regardless of how hot Jinsha City is in broad daylight, no matter what the season, the sun can easily rise to thirty degrees when the sun comes out.But at night, it can drop to about ten degrees, which is quite cold.

If you catch a cold, the throat problem will be serious.

Han Lu immediately said Brother Song, don't cry, I'll call Old Wang over for you, hang up!

As soon as he put down the phone, Wang Bin snored loudly on the other side of his feet.Han Lu patted him a few times, "Hurry up, Lao Wang, something happened."

Unexpectedly, Lao Wang just turned over and continued to snore.

After shouting a few more times, Director Wang simply pulled off the quilt and covered his head, obviously very drunk.

Seeing that he couldn't get up to deal with this matter, Han Lu also had a headache.

Zhao Yi is one of the leading actors in tomorrow's show, if something happens, it will be a big problem.

As a logistics support staff, Lao Wang certainly has to suffer, but he himself is also in trouble as a side drum.

"Zhao Yi, you calm down, Lao Wang really can't come, or else, I'll come and have a look."

After that, get dressed and get up.

He just woke up when Wang Bin, who was still unconscious, opened his eyes secretly.

It happened that Han Lu turned around to pick up his mobile phone, and the two of them met each other's eyes.

Director Wang immediately closed his eyes again, "Good wine, good wine, drink..."

After the murmuring, the snoring remained the same.

There is no moon or stars in the sky tonight, and it is so dark that you can't see your fingers. Even if you turn on your mobile phone, the light can only shine two or three meters away, making it painful to walk.

I don't know how long it took, the lights in front of my eyes were bright, and I looked intently, but I found that I had already arrived at the small farmyard where Song Jianjun and Qiu Drummer lived.

Song Jianjun hugged his shoulders and cried in the yard wearing a vest and shorts: "Perverted, too perverted, it's a shame, a shame."

(End of this chapter)