dognovel Chapter 152
Chapter 152
Chapter 152
"Xiao Qin, what did I say, a good thing is coming soon! Is the cake I painted really real? Huh?"
In the chief director's office of the studio, Jin Yue looked at Qin Muchu who was holding the document and carefully looked at it, his tone was full of ridicule.
The document in Qin Muchu's hand was, to be precise, an invitation letter, an invitation letter from the guests attending the Wendai Conference.
The Cultural Congress, the full name of the National Congress of Literary and Artistic Workers of China, was changed to the Federation of Chinese Literary and Art Festivals in 1953, and has been held irregularly since then. This session is already the eighth.
This is the highest-level conference for literary and art workers, and being able to participate in the conference is the highest recognition and affirmation for literary and art workers.
The guests at the meeting included representatives from various places, and representatives of major literary and art organizations across the country, such as Writers Association, Film Association, TV Drama Association, Drama Association, etc.
They are the top figures in various fields.
"So what's a special guest?"
Qin Muchu looked at the affiliation column on the invitation letter and asked.
"Because you don't have an organization, the list of representatives from various places and associations has been fixed, and you can only attend the meeting as a special guest."
Jin Yue stood up, patted Qin Muchu's shoulder heavily, with a smile on his face:
"Hello special guest!"
"Where is it?"
Jin Yue turned around and paced slowly:
"The list of the Cultural Representative Conference is generally recommended by various localities and associations, reviewed by the Propaganda Department, and then announced.
You did not recommend, do not belong to any organization, but you can attend, what does this mean? "
Qin Muchu lowered his head in deep thought, his body shook for a while, then he raised his head suddenly:
"Does that mean they made a mistake?"
Jin Yue's left leg tripped over his right leg, one staggered and almost fell, one hand supported the wall, and the other supported his slightly shaky waist.
Qin Muchu quickly stood up and supported Jin Yue:
"Are you tired last night?"
Jin Yue's face darkened, he shook off Qin Muchu's supporting hand, and suddenly straightened up:
"I am very strong, how can I be tired!"
"Awesome, I don't feel tired after rehearsing until two or three o'clock in the morning." Qin Muchu sighed.
Jin Yue is also nearly 50 years old, and he can still endure it like this.
Hearing Qin Muchu's words, Jin Yue was taken aback for a moment, his momentum suddenly weakened, and his straight waist also bent a little:
"You mean work?"
"Otherwise? What do you think I'm talking about?"
"Ahem, cough, it's also work."
……
In the courtyard, Qin Muchu was wearing a beautiful suit and was tying his tie in front of the mirror.
Jin Yue repeatedly emphasized the high standard and importance of this ceremony, and it was rare for Qin Muchu to wear formal attire.
But it was the first time in his two lives that he wore a tie.
Satisfied, he tucked the tied tie into his suit and turned a few directions in front of the mirror. It was pretty good.
……
Stop the car, not far away is Tiananmen Square.
There are tall red walls, flying five-star red flags, and an endless stream of tourists.
Qin Muchu tightened his coat and pulled down his cotton cap to ensure that no one would recognize him before he got out of the car.
This is not anywhere else, if someone recognizes it, it will cause a sensation... Those patrolling soldiers are all with guys.
He didn't want to use himself to verify the philosophical question of "whether to save an innocent person or a group of 'innocent' people".
Head down all the way, walking to the west side of the square, a tall and majestic building stands there - the Great Hall of the People.
The venue of the Eighth Cultural Congress.
Qin Muchu wiped the sweat from his palms, he never thought in two lifetimes that he could have a meeting here.
What kind of posture do you think you can use to make this kind of dream?
At this time, there were many people standing on the square outside the great hall, all of them were dressed in formal attire, and they should all be participants of this meeting.
They were divided into many small groups, probably divided according to the organizations on the invitation list.
Qin Muchu glanced over their faces, and there were few faces he knew.
His arrival did not attract many people's attention, and the few people nearby continued to chat with the people around them after taking a look.
As a "special guest", Qin Muchu didn't have any organization and couldn't join those groups, so he walked straight to the hall.
"This session has been delayed for several months, and I thought it was cancelled."
"No."
……
"Borrowed, borrowed."
Qin Muchu apologized and walked past the group of people.
The few people who moved away glanced at Qin Muchu. Although they were puzzled that he was dressed strangely, they turned around and talked about their own affairs again.
After finally walking to the entrance of the Great Hall, there was still more than an hour before the meeting time, and the gate had not yet opened.
Qin Muchu found a stone pillar and waited for the meeting to start.
Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and a magnetic and aura-filled voice came from behind him:
"Little Qin?"
Qin Muchu turned his head and saw the man in front of him, a little surprised and a little surprised.
He takes off his hat:
"Teacher Chen?"
Seeing Qin Muchu take off his hat, Chen Daomin confirmed his identity and smiled:
"Just looking at it from the side, I feel familiar. It's really you."
"Your eyes are so good, I can still recognize you even dressed like this." Qin Muchu smiled.
"You are so tall, so conspicuous, and..."
As Chen Daoming said, he suddenly reached out to Qin Muchu's collar, pulled out Qin Muchu's tie, laughed and said:
"Who tied your tie? A bow? This is the first time I've seen this tie."
As he said that, he untied Qin Muchu's tie and re-tied it for him.
Qin Muchu smiled awkwardly, and slightly squatted down to make it easier for Chen Daomin to fasten.
The way of tying the tie is that he has slightly changed the way of tying the red scarf, which he thinks is pretty good...
After a while, Chen Daomin stopped, stuffed the tie back into Qin Muchu's suit, and straightened his collar.
"okay!"
He patted Qin Muchu on the shoulder and nodded with satisfaction.
"Hey, please trouble Teacher Chen." Qin Muchu thanked.
Chen Daomin waved his hand,
"Don't talk about this, you are also here to attend the meeting? Is it a local or a representative of an organization?"
Before Qin Muchu could reply, he said again:
"The organization has never heard of which one you joined. Where is it? Your hometown is Hui Province, and you were recommended by Hui Province?"
"No." Qin Muchu shook his head in denial.
"No? Is that Yanjing?"
"Not at all."
Qin Muchu smiled and said:
"You can't guess it."
Chen Daomin is interested:
"I really don't believe it. It's not Yanjing, and it's not Hui Province. Then you were recommended by the association? Which association? Film or TV? It shouldn't be. I haven't heard that you joined these two associations."
He himself has positions in both film and television associations, and he would know if Qin Muchu joined.
"Haha, I said you can't guess it, I am not in any association, nor is it recommended by the place."
"Then how did you come to the meeting?"
"I'm here to be a security guard."
"..."
Chen Daomin came towards Qin Muchu's back,
"Good boy, stand on guard for a while!"
"Okay, I definitely can't put you in danger."
Qin Muchu followed Chen Daomin's words and joked.
……
After a while, Qin Muchu and Chen Daomin who were chatting stopped talking.
The doors of the Great Hall opened.
The participants in the square also walked slowly inside.
Qin Muchu put on his ID badge and went in with Chen Daomin.
"Didn't you say it was a security guard? Why do you still go in?" Chen Daomin teased Qin Muchu.
As he spoke, he looked at the sign on his chest.
Immediately it was stunned.
The normal identity card will say the unit it belongs to.
Just like Chen Daomin's ID card, it says "China Television Association" below, indicating that he is representing the Television Association to participate in the conference this time.
But there was nothing under Qin Muchu's identity card, nothing.
If the guard hadn't let Qin Muchu into the hall after checking the ID card, Chen Daomin would have doubted whether the card was fake.
Qin Muchu also noticed Chen Daomin's gaze, it was rare to see such a puzzled expression on his face, he laughed:
"Look, they said they came here to be a security guard, and they came in to protect you personally."
"You mouth."
Chen Daomin shook his head,
"I have to see where you sit."
After saying that, he didn't go to his seat, but followed Qin Muchu.
The affiliation can also be inferred from the seat.
"Then you have to look carefully."
Qin Muchu glanced at the number on the seat, and quickly determined the seat according to his seat number.
He strode forward, and sure enough, he saw a whiteboard with his name written on it on the table in front of a seat.
The location is the first row on the far right, very close to the podium above.
"Are you from the Propaganda Department?"
Chen Daomin's eyes widened.
This is the location of the Propaganda Department.
Although he couldn't believe it, Qin Muchu's name was clearly written on the whiteboard, and he couldn't fake it.
Unless it's the same name.
But is there such a coincidence?
"Obviously not, but..."
Qin Muchu thought for a while about the Director Wu of the Propaganda Department who was inexplicably friendly to him, and it was probably because of him that he was able to attend the conference.
So it should be reasonable to sit with the Propaganda Department, right?
Thinking of this, he said:
"It may be that people in the Propaganda Department appreciate my talent."
What Qin Muchu said was from his heart, and this was the most reasonable reason he could think of.
But these words were heard in Chen Daomin's ears. To use the current popular words, it means that this kid is filling the cup.
He squinted at Qin Muchu, if he dared to talk to him like that in the play, he would have ordered someone to push him out of the Meridian Gate and behead him.
More and more participants entered the venue, and Chen Daomin didn't have time to worry about it. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.
"Okay, let's talk about it later, I'll go first."
After speaking, he patted Qin Muchu on the shoulder and walked to his seat.
Qin Muchu also sat down in his seat.
He was the first one to arrive in this row, and the seat next to him was still vacant, and people took their seats one after another.
Generally, they are middle-aged people in their 40s and 50s, very serious, with an inexplicable sense of coercion.
Qin Muchu, a young man, seemed particularly abrupt among them.
But they didn't find it strange, as if they had known about Qin Muchu's arrival for a long time.
After giving a slight nod to Qin Muchu one by one, they took out their notebooks, paper and pens and put them on the table in front of them, no one whispered to each other.
No one told me that I have to bring a notebook to record the meeting?
Qin Muchu was dumbfounded.
Just as he was hesitating to ask the uncle next to him to borrow a few pieces of paper and ask if he had any extra pens, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
A man sat next to him smiling.
It was Director Wu of the Propaganda Department who went to the Spring Festival Gala to watch the rehearsal that day.
Director Wu didn't speak, just pointed to the podium above, and looked forward like the rest of the people.
The venue was unusually quiet. Even though the meeting hadn't started, needles could still be heard.
Qin Muchu quietly glanced around, everyone had a notebook, and he became more and more numb.
Director Wu's attitude towards him is okay, he should be willing to tear up two pieces of paper for me, right?
Just as Qin Muchu was thinking, the radio at the venue sounded, reminding that the meeting was about to start.
And a group of people walked out of the passage next to the podium above.
The audience suddenly stood up, and loud applause broke out at the same time.
Qin Muchu was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the pedestrian, his body froze, and immediately jumped up, patting along with his palms dully.
He followed the group of people without blinking, his eyes gradually lost focus, and his mouth was slightly opened.
"Lord, Lord, Lord..."
Tongue trembling, unable to speak.
"Okay, stop taking pictures, sit down."
A voice suddenly rang in his ear, bringing Qin Muchu back to reality.
Qin Muchu turned his head blankly and looked at Director Wu, his lips were still trembling.
Director Wu showed a smile on his face, and reached out to press Qin Muchu's uncontrollable hands.
There was no sign of the upper body, but the thigh under the table exerted force suddenly and bumped into Qin Muchu's leg.
The strong impact brought Qin Muchu back to his senses and sat down.
The out-of-focus pupils condensed slightly, looking at the kind old man sitting in the middle above, with a face full of disbelief.
The radio routinely introduced a group of people on the podium, and each name is a frequent visitor of "News Network".
Qin Muchu watched them stand up one by one and gave a slight salute. While applauding desperately, there was only one word in his mind.
The ancestral grave is smoking!
……
(There is another chapter, writing...)
(End of this chapter)