I take the whole village out of poverty and become rich

Chapter 218 It's time to get down to business

"Oh, Mr. Li's, whatever you want!"

This line, like the later [Palace Yuye Wine], is a slang term that belongs exclusively to a large part of the people in Shuzhou.

When you mention the previous sentence, you can answer the next sentence, and then send out a knowing smile.

This is Li Baiqing's appeal in Shuzhou, especially the mass folk terror.

Of course, with the passing of the tape era, his reputation has gradually been replaced by a new generation of entertainment idols, but among the older generation and rural groups, there are still many people who buy him.

On the other end of the phone, Li Boqing's characteristic hearty laughter sounded, "Leader Huo, hello!"

Huo Qianli smiled and said, "Where is Mr. Li performing on weekends, I'll learn it!"

Li Baiqing knew the elegant meaning after hearing the stringed songs, "At Heming Teahouse on Sunday, I will invite Leader Huo to have a cup of clear tea."

"Well, I will definitely join you then."

After chatting for a few words with a smile, Huo Qianli hung up the phone.

In his capacity, there was absolutely no need for Li Baiqing to treat him like this.

The reason why they are so polite is that firstly, they are used to talking politely, discussing life in society, welcoming guests from all directions with a smile, and being kind to others;
The second is that Huo Qianli met Li Baiqing twice after the farewell in Hushan Village, both with the leader of the organization department, who is definitely worthy of Li Baiqing's polite treatment.

On Sunday, Huo Qianli, who returned to Jincheng to spend a day with his wife, children, and Han Zhiyuan, made an appointment with the leader who was busy with his busy schedule, and went to Heming Teahouse to listen to a storytelling by Li Baiqing.

Then, the two were invited backstage by the staff.

After a while of polite greetings, Huo Qianli explained his intentions.

"Mr. Li, I would like to ask your disciples to help rehearse a show and perform a few shows in the countryside. It is Dongjiang County, which you visited a few years ago. We can talk about the cost as we like."

Li Baiqing crossed the bracelet and thought for a while, "What exactly is it?"

Huo Qianli briefly explained the situation, and then said: "I think, with your appeal, and the form of storytelling or short plays, it will be more acceptable to the villagers than dry dogma. In this way, our follow-up operations will be more convenient. can unfold better.”

Li Baiqing nodded, glanced at the leader, and said with a smile: "I'm a three-wheeler, and I don't have much culture. It sounds like this thing is for the common people, and then I can help the government. Is that the case? "

The leader smiled, "Right!"

"Then I'll take it!" Li Baiqing waved his hand, "No money will be charged!"

Huo Qianli hurriedly said: "Mr. Li, this"

"Two leaders, as I just said, I used to be a coolie who pulled three rounds. It was the common people who praised me, and that's why I'm here today. I don't have to worry about food or clothing, and I can talk to you guys. It is my pleasure to be able to help them now.”

Huo Qianli was moved, but remembering the story of Zigong's redemption, he still said, "Then, Mr. Li, our town's finances are not that poor. We will pay less, but you still have to collect the fee."

The leader looked at Li Baiqing who was about to refuse, and smiled, "Otherwise, how can other artists in the future have the nerve to do some work for the government for a fee?"

Li Baiqing's world has been ups and downs for many years, and he understood it instantly, "If you want it, we will give you a [-]% discount!"

When Huo Qianli returned to Qianfu Town and received a call from Li Baiqing, he realized that this old man who was jokingly called by the masses had really worked hard.

Not only did he arrange his own apprentice, but he also recruited a few colleagues who are also local comedians in Shuzhou, and arranged two short plays.

"Leader Huo, don't worry, our money is still the agreed price! I thought about it for a while, but the storytelling alone is still a bit monotonous, calling a few friends for the whole sketch seems to be more effective."

Li Baiqing's words warmed Huo Qianli's heart, and he couldn't help but think of Han Zhiyuan and Professor He, as if the old people of their age had a simple gratitude and love for the general public.

"Mr. Li, thank you!"

"Hey, it's polite to say that!"

After hanging up the phone, Huo Qianli smiled slightly.

The agreed performance time is next Saturday, and the total rehearsal time is only ten or so days, which is not considered ample time.

Qianfu Town is also slowly warming up and making arrangements. At that time, the two villages will perform together, and all administrative villages in the town will finish the performance within two days.

This matter is not a small challenge for both the government staff in charge of the organization and the performers in charge of the performance.

But there is no way, combined with the objective situation, this is the only way to go.

Thinking of this, Huo Qianli invited Gao Yuanming and Xiao Yao who were fully in charge of this matter over, and discussed some details with them.

Just after the chat, Huo Qianli's cell phone on the table vibrated suddenly.

Huo Qianli picked it up and took a look, his expression suddenly changed.

Gao Yuanming and Xiao Yao looked at each other with interest, "Secretary Huo, let's go first."

Huo Qianli hummed blankly, then woke up like a dream, and said with a smile: "It's okay, an old friend is here."

Xiao Yao chuckled, with a knowing smirk on his face, causing Huo Qianli to wave his hand, "What are you thinking about! Go ahead!"

When Gao Yuanming saw this scene, he couldn't help secretly envious.

When the two left, Huo Qianli picked up the phone, but instead of replying to the message, he called the leader of the organization department.

When the leader's voice full of coercion and at the same time a little more kind to him sounded, Huo Qianli smiled and said: "Leader, please take care of the provincial station!"

The leader chuckled, "I didn't make too much effort, the key is that the provincial TV station recognizes you!"

"I still know how important this recognition is, thank you leader, I work hard!"

"now it's right."

After hanging up the phone, Huo Qianli dialed the number of the person who sent the message.

The phone was connected, and a female voice as crisp as an oriole rang through the receiver, "Hello?"

Huo Qianli smiled, "Sister Xiaoyu, where are you?"

"It's in your dam!"

Huo Qianli was taken aback, got up and walked out holding his mobile phone, and saw a Buick commercial vehicle parked in the dam under the sun, a girl wearing a peaked cap, a white T-shirt, and linen trousers covering her legs was standing in the car. Looking at him who came out, he stretched out his finger as a gun.

biu!

Huo Qianli smiled, covered his chest, looked up, and then saw a man walking down.

The man's face is a little darker, and a little bit on his head.
Liu Xiaoyu smiled badly, pointed at him, and said loudly to Huo Qianli, "My husband!"

Even if Huo Qianli had a thick skin, he immediately flushed with embarrassment.

"Ahem, wait a minute, I'll come down to pick you up."

Huo Qianli deliberately walked slowly, and did not appear until his face recovered a little.

After all, red and green are really not a good match.

"Welcome provincial and Taiwan leaders to visit our Qianfu Town to guide our work. Sister Xiaoyu, don't come here without any problems!"

Huo Qianli didn't deliberately shy away from his acquaintance with Liu Xiaoyu, and his deliberate acquaintance made it even more obvious that there is no silver 300 taels here.

Liu Xiaoyu was still smirking, and stretched out her hand, "Congratulations to Secretary Huo for his promotion!"

Huo Qianli nodded, stretched out his hand to the man beside him, and said with a smile, "Brother-in-law Xiaoyu is good."

The man's expression finally eased up, he shook hands with Huo Qianli, and smiled, "Hello, my name is Feng Chunlei."

Seeing that the prank failed, Liu Xiaoyu snorted, "Are you chatting with you while basking in the sun?"

"My fault, my fault, please go upstairs, everyone."

Huo Qianli stretched out his hand and invited the couple and the other two staff members upstairs.

Sitting down in the office, Huo Qianli made tea himself, and while he was busy, he couldn't help muttering, if Wang Wei, the director of the town committee office, was smarter, would he be able to take the initiative to come over and do the work, and he could also stand up Erlang's legs became a little easier.

No, how can a public servant of the people have such a hedonic thinking!
Thinking of this, the paper cup in my hand is not so hot anymore.

After sitting down and chatting, Huo Qianli also understood the purpose of everyone's visit.

Huo Qianli was transferred suddenly, and the filming of the documentary "A Journey to the Tiger Mountain" ended without a problem. Although the third season was filmed, it was canceled because the content was so mediocre.

However, the success of the first two seasons, especially the first season, really allowed Liu Xiaoyu to overtake the car through this curve. After returning, he was promoted and raised his salary, which opened up another world.

Because Huo Qianli was already married to Jiang Qingyue, Liu Xiaoyu didn't think much about it, so she accepted the love of the "master" who had been chasing her infatuatedly, and it became another good story about a master-student pair on TV.

More than four years passed by in a flash. When he first returned, Huo Qianli had a few phone calls with Liu Xiaoyu. After all, there was no intersection of work after all, and everyone gradually drifted apart.

This time, after accompanying Huo Qianli to meet Li Baiqing, the leader of the Organization Department instinctively realized that this might be another opportunity, so he contacted the leader of the provincial station to see if he could make a report.

The leaders of the province and Taiwan originally planned to simply sell face, but when they heard Huo Qianli, why was the name so familiar, and then memories gradually flooded, Liu Xiaoyu packed his luggage.

Of course, in order to show her innocence, Liu Xiaoyu took the initiative to pull her husband to calm down the sour smell that came out from time to time when he talked about Hushan Village in the past few years.

Huo Qianli smiled after hearing this, "That means this time it's just a simple interview report, and it won't be as big as before?"

Liu Xiaoyu smiled playfully, "Do you want it or not?"

"Ahem." Feng Chunlei said, "Secretary Huo, this time we are just doing a simple interview. As for the follow-up situation, we have to report to the leaders of the station based on the development of Qianfu Town."

Huo Qianli nodded solemnly, "This is what it should be. Then, everyone has worked hard all the way here, so let's go to the guest house to settle down first, and I will welcome everyone in the evening."

Then he said wait a moment, walked to the door of Wang Wei's office, knocked on the door, looked at Wang Wei who was concentrating on writing and drawing with his head down, but he couldn't feel any anger. Putting it in an unsuitable position, he had no choice but to sigh, and complained quietly: "Director Wang, come out."

In the evening, at the Hushan Restaurant, a table of wine and banquets was set up, and the top four leaders in the town all came, which fully reflected the importance attached to the provincial and Taiwan press corps.

And Cao Qingfeng and others also recalled that Huo Qianli was in Hushan Village, relying on these reporters to create a huge momentum, now they can also get a share of it, the mood is naturally good, and the toast is also diligent. .

When paying the bill, seeing Huo Qianli paying the money out of his own pocket, Liu Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing, "Hey, it's worthy of being promoted, and this is a lot of generosity! It's not like before when I was reluctant to take out the money."

Just as Huo Qianli wanted to go back, he caught a glimpse of Feng Chunlei's somewhat resentful expression. He didn't know what this jealous jar reminded him of, so he said in a serious manner: "The leaders of the province and Taiwan are exhausted. This is what we should do."

After eating, the reporters were sent back, and the four of them happened to walk back to the government compound together.

Gao Yuanming was still a little strange and excited about this feeling, and said with a smile: "Secretary Huo, it seems that our Qianfu Town will be famous again this time!"

Huo Qianli smiled, "It's true that if things are done well, they will be famous, but if they are not done well, they will be embarrassed. Don't look at these reporters talking and laughing at us now. When there is really bad news, they won't care about us as a town What about the attitude of the government?"

What he said was somewhat alarmist, but he had to warn them.

Seeing that these people seemed to believe that Liu Xiaoyu and the others must have come here to brag, this is not acceptable.

Media public opinion has always been a double-edged sword, and Huo Qianli knows this very well.

After hearing Huo Qianli's beating, the other three all looked serious, nodded slowly, and paid attention to it in their hearts.

In the next few days, Liu Xiaoyu and the others were really busy. Since they wanted to report this matter, they started to visit various villages to collect materials.

When the time comes, this performance hits the nail on the head;

Things are in order, and the wind is clean and upright;

This comparison, this effect, doesn't it just come out!

On Saturday of the second week, Jinma Village, the village committee.

"Hurry up, hurry up, grab a seat!"

"What's the age, what's the point of singing a play!"

"You know a hammer. It was Li Baiqing's apprentice who came to act, and the town paid a lot of money to hire it!"

"Isn't he Li Baiqing's apprentice? He's so big that he can't finish it!"

A young man was muttering to his companion, while watching the figures running towards the village committee in other directions, he couldn't help speeding up quietly.

A few minutes later, he grabbed the front seat and sat down on the stool, panting heavily, while looking around with contented security and pride.

In front of the original flagpole, a simple table was set up, covered with a red carpet, and behind it was a plastic spray painting with a few large characters written on it: Rural Culture of Qianfu Town.

People from Jinma Village and Mingfeng Village are still arriving one after another. Men and women, old and young, the too old are being supported, and the too young are being hugged, as if the life of watching a theater more than ten years ago has reappeared.

Those with dolls and crutches naturally came later.

If you are lucky, or you know how to arrange, you will have your own man to help grab the seat, and if you don't, you can only stand aside and watch helplessly.

Most of the people who were sitting didn't get up to give up their seats. They came to the seats by their ability, and they were not relatives or friends, so why should they give up.

Next to the young man stood a young woman holding a child.

The woman's belly is slightly shy, not because her body is in bad shape, but because she can use her waist and abdomen to compensate for the weight of the child and relieve the pressure of not being able to hold her.

She glanced at the indifferent man, and she didn't feel sad, she just shrugged the child up silently, and changed her position.

It was almost time for people to arrive. Not long after, the village chiefs of Jinma Village and Mingfeng Village came to the stage together, took the microphone and said a few words to thank the town committee and the town government, and thank the artists who came to perform.

Fortunately, the two of them were also savvy, and after a few words, they left the stage.

A rather handsome young man came onto the stage, bowed to everyone, and shook the fan in his hand, "Hi everyone, my name is Min Tianhao."

Judging from the professionalism of Yiyi Pingshu, the level of speaking is actually not very high. It is far behind his teacher Li Baiqing, but for many people at the scene, it still has a sense of atmosphere.

The main content tells a story of respecting the old and loving the young.

It's hard to say how much far-reaching impact it will have, but at least many old people on crutches and women with children in their arms had their seats.

The real excitement of the performance came from the local comedians from Shuzhou who were pulled by the old man with popped eyes to help out.

They may not be very well-known, but their performance experience is extremely rich.

With a few simple plots and actions, those unnecessary exaggerations and comparisons are played vividly and penetratingly.

Heartless people are laughing, people who are ridiculed to the depths of their hearts are red-faced, and those who are already a little unhappy about this matter have a look of indignation that agrees, as if they have found a vent for their long-suppressed emotions export.

The same is true of many things. Normally, I have no courage or guts, so I have to suppress it by myself, but once I have support, it is like a spark falling into a pile of firewood, and it will catch on at once.

At the end of the performance, Liu Xiaoyu looked at the common people leaving the stage laughing and laughing one after another, and asked Xiao Yao beside him, "It doesn't seem to have much effect?"

Xiao Yao smiled, "According to what Lao Huo said, this performance doesn't need to play the role of instant enlightenment, as long as a seed is planted in everyone's heart, and it is enough to slowly start to recognize this matter."

"I'll come back with a series of tricks later, right?" Liu Xiaoyu snorted, and complained while packing up the equipment, "This person has a lot of minds, and he tricks people into doing things."

Xiao Yao twitched the corners of his mouth silently and dared not make a sound. He had better not get involved in this kind of story of grievances and hatreds. Besides, he still thinks Jiang Qingyue is pretty good.

Two days passed in a flash.

Just as the villagers were reminiscing about the excitement of the past two days, a notice from the town came down.

Carry out moral model selection activities within the town. Each village recommends three people, and the neighborhood committee of the town town recommends three people. Cases are attached, and the judging committee will make public selections.

The selected families will be awarded by the senior officials of the town in person. Each family will be rewarded with certificates, trophies, and [-] yuan in cash, and will be commended throughout the town.

For a time, the whole town was a sensation.

And after the selection was over, the promotion of the red and white committees and village regulations and civil agreements was a matter of course, and they didn't encounter too many obstacles.

Gao Yuanming, who took the lead in this matter, was sitting in Huo Qianli's office, looking at Huo Qianli with admiration.

He never imagined that one day grass-roots work would be so easy, and everyone would naturally accept the government's policies and arrangements without breaking their legs or grinding their mouths.

"Secretary Huo, your arrangement is great. I used to think that your achievements in Hushan Village were accidental, but now it seems that your work philosophy is really far ahead of us!"

This kind of almost straightforward flattery has no technical content, and it is obviously more truthful.

But Huo Qianli didn't care about his flattery, he looked at Gao Yuanming and smiled slightly, "Didn't you guys want to show off your skills before, it's about time now."

Gao Yuanming was taken aback, Huo Qianli smiled and said: "The knife is sharpened, it's time to get down to business!"

(End of this chapter)