Ordinary life starting from a courtyard

Chapter 16: Chapter 16: When the projectionist is wrong (please recommend, please collect)

Forget it, why think so much, honestly, isn’t it good to watch a movie?

After more than an hour, the movie screening ended and the audience left. Zhou Wenliang stretched his waist and raised his hand to check the time. It was almost twelve o'clock, so clean up.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a young man poked his head out and shouted, "Projectionist Zhou, let's go, it's time to eat."

"Oh, okay, right away..." Zhou Wenliang packed up, put the copy in its place, and followed the guy to the cafeteria, which is the big yard behind the movie theater. People can live here, and a few people on duty from the security department live here.

Zhou Wenliang followed the guy all the way, chatting while walking, and after getting to know him, he found out that his name was Sun Yu, and he was a film runner in a movie theater.

At this time, a movie needs more than 10 rolls of film copies (commonly called this), packed in a round iron box, and a roll of film can be stored for about 10 minutes, and it takes about ten rolls or more to show a whole movie.

In order to save costs, several movie theaters share a set of movie copies, and the showing times are staggered. Generally, the difference between the showing times of two adjacent movie theaters cannot be less than 40 minutes. At this time, film runners play a very important role.

Every day, the film runner rides a bicycle carrying the copy, and sends the copy between major movie theaters. When this theater is finished, the copy will be sent to the next movie theater immediately.

And the time is absolutely not dared to be delayed. If it is delayed, the audience watching the movie will make a fuss.

Hard work is really hard work, it comes and goes in the wind and rain.

It was noon when Sun Yu had time to eat, so he had to send a copy of "Honghu Red Guard" to the theater at Fulong Temple immediately after eating.

The restaurant is connected by two rooms next to each other, so the restaurant space is quite large, with a row of tables and chairs in the middle, and the dining window is on the right side of the tables and chairs, and the food is not expensive.

Zhou Wenliang took a look, especially when he saw the steamed buns. He wanted to eat them, so he wanted to spend them extravagantly. He was tired from running at noon today.

"Give me two steamed buns, one fried shredded potato..."

"Two steamed buns for three cents, four taels of food stamps, three cents for egg soup..."

After Zhou Wenliang gave the money ticket, he took a look at the plate, and saw that in the restaurant, everyone stopped eating. Sometimes he looked at him from time to time, the man pretended to eat, and there were a few older women sitting at the same table, chatting about something , looking at him from time to time, watching them laugh, as if they were plotting something.

"This is the new projectionist, he's quite young and handsome, so he shouldn't be interested.

Xiaohui, do you like it? Can my sister introduce it to you? "

A little girl was ashamed and covered her face: "Ah, Sister Liu, you, I'm ignoring you..."

"Haha~" A group of old ladies laughed out loud after being teased.

The man was also discussing the new projectionist, looking at him curiously and enviously.

To become a projectionist at such a young age, there must be something behind this kid.

"Projectionist Zhou, stop standing there, here..."

Zhou Wenliang took a quick look and saw Zhang Haifeng waving at him. He had seen Zhang Haifeng just now, but saw that there were too many people sitting with him, so he was too embarrassed to go over. He was waiting for Wang Yu. Rice ink, choose for half a day.

"Hello, Manager Zhang, and hello to the leaders." Zhou Wenliang walked over and greeted them.

"Well, this is our cafeteria from now on, remember to come for dinner, and there is also dinner here at night, well, it just recovered last month."

Zhang Haifeng held his chopsticks, pointed at Zhou Wenliang, and said, "Come on, let me introduce a young talent to you. The projectionist Zhou who was just assigned to us today is called Zhou..."

Zhou Wenliang quickly reminded: "Zhou Wenliang."

"Yes, Zhou Wenliang, this is our third projectionist from now on. He's here, and our publicity work will be easier in the future."

Pointing to the thin middle-aged man next to him, he said, "Let me introduce you, this is our propaganda officer, Wei Xiaodong."

Zhou Wenliang quickly got up and shook hands: "Hello, Officer Wei, I will give you more advice in the future."

"Haha, Comrade Zhou, you're welcome..."

"This is our Warehouse Manager, Chief Liu. You have to return the screened copy to the warehouse and sign it..."

"Hello, Liu..."

After a lap, Zhou Wenliang was sweating. Although this movie theater is small, it has all the internal organs, such as managers, deputy managers, secretaries, deputy secretaries, various committee members, section chiefs, officers, section chiefs, and many leaders. The second time is to recognize it all over again.

After dinner, I went to register with Section Chief Zheng of the archives room. His file was transferred to Jiaodaokou Cinema later, and then it was finance to fill in the information and evaluate the rating.

A lot of people came to the assessment site. Basically, people from the movie theater came to watch the excitement. They were idle anyway, and it was still early before the next movie.

Two electricians moved the diesel generators out of the shed.

Simulate the scene of showing a movie in the countryside.

Zhou Wenliang is very relaxed about these assessments, power generation maintenance, handling emergencies, maintenance of various projectors, playback, and the actions are smooth and smooth.

Seeing Zhou Wenliang's proficiency, Zhang Haifeng and Secretary He beside him nodded in satisfaction.

"Old Zhang, we found a treasure."

"Haha, don't say it, she's much better than our little Cai."

"Xiao Cai is coming back tomorrow, let them compare."

"There's no need to compare. How could Xiao Cai have such movements. You can see how skillful and dexterous he is. He has been playing with projectors since he was a child. Xiao Cai can't compare to him."

Secretary He took a look at Zhou Wenliang and saw that he skillfully disassembled a Changjiang 35mm projector, checked where it was broken, groped twice, replaced it with a transistor, quickly assembled it, plugged in the power, turned on the switch, and projected Sure enough, it turned.

Seeing this, Secretary He clapped his hands and praised: "Okay, colleague Zhou is good, and the projection technology is solid."

In fact, he wasn't the only one who felt that Zhou Wen was brilliant, and everyone else was the same. They all clapped their hands and applauded, and praised him one after another.

Zhou Wenliang stood up and waved his hands again and again, and said modestly: "Everyone flattered me, it's nothing..."

He didn't do anything else today, just the assessment, first he was at the film company, and he came here again and again, thanks to him being able to handle it.

Afterwards, he assessed painting and made slideshows, which were his strengths. The news characters he drew were even more lifelike, which aroused applause from all the audience.

Zhang Haifeng held the draft painting and was amazed: "Projectionist Zhou, your drawing skills are high enough, it's a pity to be a projectionist..."

"Hey, I like movies, but I'm not interested in drawing, so I just draw casually..."

Zhang Haifeng was annoyed: "Don't tell me, it's so good to draw casually.

By the way, can you draw portraits?I think your painting is just like a real person, no, it is more beautiful than a real person..."

Of course it is more beautiful than the real person. Zhou Wenliang fine-tuned the photo painting when looking at it, just like retouching the picture. After the painting is finished, it is much more beautiful than the person in the photo.

Moreover, after his time travelling, not only his memory has improved, but his drawing skills have also improved.

"You can draw yourself, Manager Zhang wants to try?"

Zhang Haifeng turned his head and looked at Secretary He, posed for a pose, and said with a smile, "How long will it take to draw it, draw me a picture."

Zhou Wenliang nodded, picked up the pencil, and made gestures to Zhang Haifeng's face. He lowered his head and began to sketch on the paper with the pencil.

The art room is full of people, and even the corridor outside the door is full of service personnel, such as a few cleaners, and chefs in the backyard kitchen. They stick their heads out of the circle to see, and they have never seen it, which is very rare.

In less than 5 minutes, a character sketch was drawn.

Secretary He picked it up first, while Zhang Haifeng looked at it.

"Tsk tsk, good! Projectionist Zhou is a great painter, I agree with Lao Zhang's idea now, you are a talent for being a projectionist, you should be a great painter..."

(End of this chapter)