Walking Through Fire for You
Chapter 17:
"There is a program I want to record on our team next month, and several leaders are discussing it."
Why did Lin Luxiao look at the instructor with a slightly unbelieving expression, and there was a leader knocking on the table and calling him: "Lu Xiao, I still feel that this matter should be handed over to me after discussing with several directors. You are responsible, what do you think?"
Lin Luxiao twisted his head and looked over, "What are you responsible for?"
"For Beixun Satellite TV's program, the instructor of the program group has been contacted. It will last for half a month. You will join the team in the middle of next month. You will be the chief executive instructor of this program and will be responsible for arranging their training and exercises. Six artists participated, three female artists and three male artists. The program group also passed through. In order to reflect our military discipline and fire protection education more realistically, they will all be treated as ordinary recruits. If you scold you, you can report to your superiors and expel them from the team if you don’t observe discipline."
It’s really hard to make a decision on this matter. Lin Luxiao has always disliked this form of publicity. He felt that many things would be easily exaggerated once they were put on the TV. Even if they were like this on weekdays, they would have it in the ears of the audience. The "show" component.
He doesn't even bother to take part in the usual firefighting propaganda. This time he wants to record such a big satellite TV program, and he, the chief executive instructor, is the last one to know about such a big thing. Obviously a few leaders have figured out his temperament and put six people into his team, which is regarded as catching the ducks on the shelves?
"If I'm expelled from the team, can I end the shooting early?"
Hearing this, the instructor looked at him in shock, kicked him with his foot under the table, gritted his teeth: "What did the little **** say?"
"I don't care what you do with me. I really have to be so capable. You can go back all the way. It's a big deal to let the program team cancel this stop. A fire propaganda in our team at the end of the year is considered to be blocked, but I just ask you two things." The old leader smiled clearly, and said two things. "First, it does not matter how strict the training is, but their safety must be ensured. Second, show the military style and discipline of our special services. ."
Lin Luxiao was silent for a while, "Yes."
Afterwards, he gave a hasty explanation of the work plan for this year. At the end of the meeting, the instructor arranged an extra meal in the canteen and was called to stay by the leader, “No, we don’t provide special treatment. Whatever you usually eat, we can eat whatever you want.”
The instructor looked at Lin Luxiao, asking him to make up his mind.
Lin Luxiao pulled his hair and put on a hat and said, "Just do what the leader says."
The squadron is about fifty people, twenty more people than the average grassroots squadron. The canteen is on the second floor. Soldiers are still training at this point. After the military parade is over, the instructor leads the leaders over to eat. Lin Luxiao smokes at the entrance of the canteen. After two cigarettes, I went in for a meal.
As soon as he sat down with the bowl, the leader tapped him with chopsticks, and talked to him: "How did you read the book?"
Lin Luxiao held a bowl, put a piece of meat into his mouth, chewed twice and said, "Half and half."
In fact, I really don't have time to watch. I have been training new recruits in the field during this period. I just stepped into the squadron gate, and suddenly I was stuffed with such a show.
The instructor helped him interject, "It's very serious. I saw him in Nanshan training some time ago and he also put a few books on the car back and forth, and the team Lin will basically have nothing to do with others when it is serious."
Lin Luxiao glanced at him, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and continued to cook. He has eaten fast since he was a child, and eats a bowl of rice in two and a half.
The leader nodded comfortably, "I met your dad in a meeting in the city before, and I told him about it. He was very supportive. You haven't been home for a long time, right? Check back when you have time. The old man is getting older. , In the end, there is some physical inconvenience. The father and son of you are lack of communication. You, you have been bored since you were young. After you joined the brigade, this problem has to be corrected."
Lin Luxiao put down the bowl and hummed softly.
Meng Guohong is the chief of the police department of the detachment, and he is an old comrade-in-arms with Lin Qingyuan, and he can be regarded as the only one who has watched Lin Luxiao grow up all the way, and he also knows Lin Luxiao's temperament.
"Bring out your spirit at the time of the college entrance examination. This is not as simple as you think. This time there are not too many places, and the competitiveness is very high. Many people are squeezed and yearned for it. If you don't have any courage, No way."
Lin Luxiao stared at him without making a sound.
The instructor said: "Our Lin team has nothing, just a little bit of courage left."
Meng Guohong: "I remember that when you were young, you read books very quickly. Every time you brought you those military theory books, you would run to my house to ask for new ones after reading them in a few days. How come this time has passed so long? Haven't read it yet?"
Boys liked to watch guns, tanks, etc. when they were young. He especially liked to read military theories. Every time Meng Guohong came to his house, he would bring him a few books. He reads books fast and has a good memory. I thought he would flip through, and threw it away without any interest. I didn't expect that after meeting several times, this kid could still say something in twos and threes. It sounded like that. So I like this kid more and more.
Meng Guohong patted the table and said, "Use dim sum. I will have an exam next month."
Lin Luxiao had finished eating, put down the empty seat, sat in a chair, put his hands on his chest, held a toothpick in his mouth, and pressed it twice.
"Got it."
...
Recently, Nanchu received a lot of private message bombings, and the number of Weibo reposts and fans increased day by day. Originally, there were only a few hundred thousand fans, half of which were bought by Shen Guangzong. This suddenly rushed hundreds of thousands.
This day Han Beiyao took Shen Guangzong to the office to give a lecture.
Ershizu leaned back on the boss chair with Erlang's legs and said, "What's the matter with her Weibo fans? She bought it at her own expense?"
Shen Guangzong: "She won't. She doesn't use Weibo at all. How can she buy fans with her temperament."
"Then why did you get so many fans all at once?"
Shen Guangzong had already analyzed this matter with the team, "It's not a good thing anyway, it's all scolding her."
Han Beiyao: "..."
"That gossip account picked up the incident between her and Ran Dongyang Yandai before. Some fans believed that she was the cause of the breakup of the two. It is estimated that she fanned her for the convenience of paying attention to her dynamics. You can scold her, and some of them are Jiang Ge. The wife group pays attention to her to scold her. The remaining part is an otaku. I guess she thinks she is a third-rate wild model, so she just came to play a few hooligans."
Han Beiyao stared, "Are these people abnormal?"
"I can only say this. Fortunately, this girl in Nanchu doesn't care if she is invulnerable. If she wants to change to a glass heart like Yan Dai, she probably jumped off the building early."
Han Beiyao fell into deep thought, "How is the catalog on her side?"
Shen Guangzong was silent for a while, sighed, and said: "I finally know why Jiang Ge is looking for her."
Han Beiyao: "Huh?"
"You knew what kind of show it was from the beginning?"
Han Beiyao did not speak.
Shen Guangzong has been with Han Beiyao for many years, and he knows exactly what his silence means.
"I thought you liked her a little bit?"
"Even if you don't like her, the people under my banner." Han Beiyao smiled sarcastically, "Do you think I'm so bad? Will you push her into the fire pit?"
Shen Guangzong was silent.
Han Beiyao rarely sighed, "To put it bluntly, Jiang Ge’s show wanted to make the artist embarrassed and suffer. The audience laughed and made them feel that celebrities are no different from ordinary people. Others participate in this way. That girl's temperament needs to be tempered like this."
To put it bluntly, she was still stunned and wanted to file her aura.
Shen Guangzong said in his heart: It's no wonder that I can't find first-line artists, but I have found some infamous little artists from the seven or eight lines.
In fact, the first two stations are okay. There is no difficulty. It is to experience the hard work of ground handling and firefighting. The third station of the jungle adventure is the purpose of this show. Throw these six artists into the dangerous jungle and it depends on who can persist. In the end, one can imagine the suffering.
Han Beiyao was also annoyed in his heart, and never wanted to know whether he was doing this thing right or wrong, but living in such a big dyeing vat, it is difficult to live a comfortable life. Nanchu should know this better than him, thinking like this , I felt better again, raised his hand and blasted Shen Guangzong out. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a resignation on the table.
...
On this day, Nanchu finished recording the airport ground handling program and rushed home. Xigu was helping her pack her things at her house. She walked in, threw the bag aside, and threw herself into bed. The voice said lazily to Xigu. "Little girl, miss me?"
Xigu stopped the movement in his hand and glanced at her, "Yeah."
Nanchu sat up and sat on the bedside, looking at her: "What's the matter? The voice sounds so depressed."
Xigu couldn't hold back anymore, threw himself into her arms and cried out, "I and Mr. Han handed over my resignation. Mr. Han said that if I resign, he will block me... so I can't find a job... You said why he hates me so much...I didn't offend him..."
The little girl's soft body was lying in her arms, crying pitifully, her small appearance was really distressing.
Nan Chu touched her head to comfort her, "Actually I mean that too."
Xigu was so frightened that he got out of her arms, "You want to block me too?!"
Nanchu rolled his eyes, "We all hope you don't resign. You are not doing well by my side, why did you resign because of Han Beiyao? He is relatively naive, and he doesn't know how to express. Speak well, if you pay more attention to it, you will find that he is actually quite cute, but his temper is a little bit twisted."
His small eyes flickered, and he asked: "Really?"
"Since he won't let you resign, you can do it for a while to see. The people in this company are like this and they don't speak very well, but they are really not bad."
At least compared to her previous team, it looks like a harmony on the surface, and in private, they can't wait to die.
Xi Gu nodded.
Nanchu rubbed her hair, "Hey, I'm exhausted, let's go to catch up."
Xigu only noticed that there were blood marks on the corners of her eyebrows, "What's wrong with you? Why did you get hurt when you recorded a show? Why didn't you let an assistant be on the show?"
Nanchu reflexively lay on the bed, like a dead fish, motionless: "Inhumane shows, Jiang Ge is really a pervert."
She can already think of the horror of the third jungle expedition.
Nan Chu looked really tired, Xi Gu couldn't bear to bother her, and silently helped her take off her shoes, then covered the quilt and turned around. The next day, when the two returned to the company, they heard Yan Dai go to Han Beiyao to make a big noise.
Among the guests recording the show, Jiahe Company has two female artists, the other is Yan Dai.
Shen Guangzong glanced at Nan Chu and waved her to come over, "Do you have any ideas?"
Nanchu raised his eyelids, "What's your idea?"
Shen Guangzong has a stupid expression on your face, "If you really don't want to record, go and tell Mr. Han, you say he will agree, then we will quit if you find an excuse, and I will pick you up with a specific film."
After finishing speaking, he saw a crimson blood mark on the corner of Nan Chu's eyebrows, and his face changed: "What's the matter with you?"
Nanchu touched the corner of his eyebrows, "I accidentally injured the recording."
"You are an artist! How can you hurt your face!"
"I see, pay attention next time." Nan Chu said lightly.
Shen Guangzong glared at her: "Do you want to understand, do you want to record?"
Southern Chu: "Recording, it's fun."
When the three of them entered, Yan Dai was throwing a notebook inside. Han Beiyao sat on the sofa with a cold face and saw them coming in. Then he said: "I told you when I received this program. It is different from the previous ones. Didn’t you take it seriously at that time? You also want to go when you go to Nanchu, didn’t you tell me that? Go out if you have enough trouble."
Yan Dai: "I think airport ground check is the security inspector. Who knows to pick up passengers on and off the plane, help passengers find lost property, accept complaints from passengers, appease those who have missed the flight, and bring tea and water to others. I almost got beaten!! And the program crew didn’t know what they were doing when something went wrong, so they just hid it and only knew about pat, pat, and I said don’t shoot, and I have to film your ugly state. What's the meaning of such a show ?"
Han Beiyao: "Do you think that you are doing a show outside drinking coffee and sunbathing and vacationing in Hawaii? Do you think you are qualified?"
This is true.
This is a society full of material desires and the weak.
...
Despite this, Yan Dai reported on time on the day the fire station opened.
A group of six people carrying their luggage came to the gate of Beixun Fire Special Service Squadron. The magnificent stone tablet was engraved with the characters of Special Service Squadron of Fire Fighting Squad. Two sentries were standing. Nanchu looked at the two sentries in a trance, Yan Dai left. Come over, "Hey, I think this is even scarier than the airport, or let's slip away together."
Nan Chu glanced at her, then turned back, and answered the wrong question: "Do you know how many firemen sacrificed a year?"
Yan Dai was taken aback.
"They used their lives to protect our place, don't you want to look at it?" Nan Chu raised his head and looked at the first few large characters engraved on the stone wall in small letters in the door.
——Strategic, inspirational, loyal, and soul-casting.
Nanchu raised his face, the sun was behind him, his eyes were bright, "I really want to see it."
What made you a copper wall and iron wall, indestructible, and tender.
...
Instructor Yang Zhengang brought a firefighter out of it, "lined up."
The six people sparsely strayed, and finally stood in a row, Yang Zhengang frowned, and it was finished, if the person inside saw this, it would be another training.
So he put the ugly words on the front, "I am the instructor of the special service squadron of Beixun Fire Department, and the deputy instructor of your training this time. Behind you is your recruit squad leader. Since they are all here, I forget that I am a star. Here, there are no men or women, no celebrities, and ordinary people. They are all soldiers. Those who do not observe discipline will be expelled from the team."
"Have you heard?"
"Yes!" There were five or six babbles again.
Yang Zhengang: "Go in first to put your luggage. Five minutes, gather on the playground."
...
The sun is scorching and the outdoor temperature is as high as 40 degrees. The summer in Beixun is indeed hot. The artists stood on the playground for about ten minutes, and it was not hot enough, and a strong plastic smell came out.
Yan Dai asked, "Director Yang, what are we doing now?"
Yang Zhengang stood straight, sweating, and glanced at her, "Wait for the chief instructor."
Yan Dai asked again: "Why didn't the chief instructor come?"
Yang Zhengang: "The chief instructor is in a meeting. He will come down later. Don't talk so much nonsense."
"..."
Yan Dai simply lost her temper.
As soon as the voice fell, a tall figure in a military uniform walked outside the iron gauze net, half of his face covered by the shadow of the brim.
When he was almost there, Lin Luxiao ran for two steps, but he made a calm but confident voice: "Assemble."
do not know why.
As soon as the chief instructor appeared, this group of people seemed to be solemn, and even the assembly movement was much faster than at the door just now.
Lin Luxiao's eyes swept across the faces of these people one by one. When he passed through Nanchu, he didn't even stop, and passed quickly, as if he had seen her for the first time.
well.
He stood upright and made a standard salute, "I am the squadron leader of the special service squadron of Beixun Fire Fighting Team, and the chief instructor of your training, Lin Luxiao."
perfect.
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