The Pentium Era - South to North

Ding Baigou, the part-time team leader, took office. This morning, he was panting while pushing his 28-inch permanent bicycle up the semicircular ramp.

He locked his bicycle under the tallow tree, entered the office, and placed his handbag and a long object wrapped in newspaper on the desk. He took out a hammer and nails from the bag, and then put the newspaper outside the object. Opening it, there was a long wooden strip painted with white paint, with the words "Regimental Leader's Office" written in red paint on it.

He moved a stool to the door, stood on the stool, and nailed the wooden strips to the door frame. Houses in the 1970s were all made of so-called "foreign bricks" made of clay, not even cement hollow bricks. , nails can be driven in easily.

After nailing it, Ding Baigou walked to the stairs and looked over. The effect was pretty good. The words "Head of the Office" were clearly visible.

Ding Baigou walked back with satisfaction. He looked at the two office doors on the side and opposite. They were both ajar. He pushed them open with his hand. There was no one there. There were several broken desks inside, which were filthy. There were newspapers, playing cards and cigarette butts everywhere on the ground.

"The mob!" Ding Baigou cursed.

He found a washbasin from under the office cabinet, looked behind the door, and saw a towel hanging. He threw the towel in the washbasin, went to the sink outside, put the washbasin in the sink, turned on the faucet, and He walked to the door of the practice room and looked inside. There was no one inside. He looked at the time and saw that it was already half past nine.

He returned to the sink. The basin was full of water. He turned off the faucet. At this time, a child was coming out of the toilet. Ding Baigou asked:

"Little student, let me ask you, why is no one practicing Qigong now?"

The young student glanced at him and cursed: "It's none of your business."

Ding Baigou was about to get angry, but he thought it was pointless to argue with a child, so he held back, and the child walked away.

Ding Baigou returned to the office with a basin of water, and wiped out Lao Yang's desk among the two desks. The basin of water was not poured out, so it was placed on the ground. He sat down and took some water from his bag. He took out a pen and a work diary and put them on the table. He picked up the phone on the table and listened. There was no fart sound, so he threw the phone back.

He opened the drawers one by one, and they were filled with messy things. There was also a pair of smelly socks stuffed in one drawer.

Director Ding Baigou was so angry that he pulled out the drawers one by one, dumped everything in the drawers on the floor, and piled them into a pile. The last drawer in the middle had a padlock on it. Ding Baigou took the hammer and slammed it. The hammer knocked off the padlock, and it was empty. There were only a few canteen meal tickets, and a stack of Lao Yang's business cards. Under the business card, there was a turned-over photo.

Ding Baigou picked up the photo and turned it over. He saw that it was a girl. Ding Baigou vaguely remembered that she was a less conspicuous actress in the troupe.

"Rogue!" Ding Baigou couldn't help but cursed, "If you bastard dares to come back, I will kill you for my style."

Ding Baigou threw the photo back into the drawer, closed the drawer, looked at the canopy of cannas outside the window, and got sulky. He had been sulking all night last night. He knew the reason why Lao Rao proposed to let him go at the meeting. He also served as the leader of the group entirely because he was too close to the new director. He was using this as an excuse to beat himself up.

Ding Baigou was so angry that he also thought of a strategy, that is, whatever you Lao Rao wants to do in the office in the future, I will use an excuse to go to work at the Wu Opera Troupe and drag you to death.

On the other hand, Ding Baigou has also thought about it. Since he has come to take over the leader, he must find a way to change the current atmosphere of the troupe, let the new director show his ability, and also make Lao Rao, a bastard, angry.

Ding Baigou sat for more than ten minutes before Teacher Li walked in. When he saw Ding Baigou, he was stunned for a moment, and then shouted:

"Master Ding... no no, Commander Ding, so early?"

"It's so early, it's almost lunch." Ding Baigou said angrily.

Teacher Li stared at the towel in the basin on the floor, then looked behind the door and blurted out:

"This is my face towel...oh, forget it, just use it as a rag."

"Old Li, from now on I will come here to work on the mornings of Monday, Wednesday and Friday. When I am not here, I still have to entrust you to take care of the theater troupe's affairs." Ding Baigou and Teacher Li said.

"No problem, as long as I'm not allowed to be the leader."

"Then it suits you well if you want to take charge of it?"

"It's impossible. I'm not that material. Lao Yang often said this about me when he was here."

"Don't mention that king...don't mention him."

"Okay, don't mention it." Teacher Li remembered something, "Captain Ding, if you come in the morning, who will contact you about the performance?"

"Who contacted me before?"

"Lao Yang...oh, don't mention him."

Ding Baigou looked at the phone on the table and asked strangely: "The phone didn't ring. How did he contact me?"

"Telephone? Oh, the phone was out of service six months ago due to arrears." Teacher Li smiled, "Yes, if you don't tell me, I haven't noticed yet. I don't even have a phone number. How did I contact him for his performance?"

"Ignore this for now." Ding Baigou looked at his watch and said to Teacher Li, "First call all the key members of the troupe and let's have a meeting."

Teacher Li stood up, walked to the dormitory next to the office, opened the door, gave a list of names, and told the people in the door to call these people to the office because the new team leader wanted to meet with them for a meeting.

Teacher Li returned to the office, looked at the washbasin on the floor, squatted down, wrung out the towel, and began to wipe the desk on his side. After he finished wiping, people began to come one after another. Every time they came, When he was alone, Teacher Li told him to find a stool by himself.

Liu Ligan was the last one to arrive. Teacher Li told him to find a stool. Liu Ligan shook his head: "Just stand."

Liu Ligan stood next to Feng Laogui, standing against the wall. Feng Laogui moved to the side and gave up half a stool. Liu Ligan sat down, and Feng Laogui each took a half-assed seat.

"Captain Ding, everyone is here." Teacher Li and Ding Baigou said.

Ding Baigou looked at everyone, frowned, and asked, "Who is that? Where's the artist?"

"He's not in the room," someone shouted.

"Where did you go during working hours?" Ding Baigou asked angrily.

"He went to the county party committee guest house and helped paint their conference room. He was invited by the administrative department of the county government office." Teacher Li and Ding Baigou said.

Ding Baigou had nothing to say.

Teacher Li quickly said: "We all welcome Captain Ding first."

Everyone applauded, Captain Ding raised his hands, palms facing down, and pressed them elastically, as if there were two springs under his hands.

Captain Ding coughed twice and then began to speak:

"Everyone here is an important backbone of our troupe, and they are also the core of our troupe. There is a saying that the power of role models is infinite. I think as long as we here work together as a team, our troupe will have great hope. It is possible to change our current appearance and revive the glory of our Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe.

"There is no need to hide one thing. The current performance market is indeed very sluggish. We are facing many difficulties. However, this difficulty is not faced by our troupe alone. It is a difficulty faced by all theater troupes currently..."

"The Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe is very popular!" someone said.

"Very good, you mentioned the Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe, so let me ask you, everyone here, do you have the confidence to shape our troupe into the second Xiaobaihua Troupe, and a Xiaobaihua Wu Opera Troupe?" Ding Baigou asked. .

"How can it be so easy?" someone shouted.

"Easy or not, the key depends on confidence. There is another saying that is very good. There are always more solutions than difficulties. I hope everyone can work together and provide more valuable suggestions." Ding Baigou said.

"Okay, let me make a suggestion." Tan Shuzhen said, "Rehearse new plays and try to participate in the performances and drama festivals of the Ministry of Culture."

"This, this is very..." Ding Baigou lowered his voice and asked Teacher Li next to him, "Does it cost a lot of money to arrange a new play?"

"At least one hundred thousand." Teacher Li said.

Ding Baigou trembled for a moment, then calmed down: "Well, Tan Shuzhen's suggestion is very good. New plays will definitely be arranged. However, the top priority right now is whether there is anything that is in line with the actual situation of our group and can change the appearance of our group." A good way?"

"Yes." Liu Ligan shouted, "Let Zhang Chen draw counterfeit coins, and our whole group will go to the street to exchange them. The group will get a 20% commission."

"Nonsense." Ding Baigou shouted, "That's illegal."

"Yes, is it not illegal to starve us to death?" Liu Ligan mocked.

"Captain Ding, when will our wages be paid?" Feng Laogui shouted.

"Yes, there are three things that a new official should do when he takes office. Commander Ding, if you want one, just use this one first." Someone echoed.

Ding Baigou slapped the table with his hand: "We are in a meeting now, why did we mention salary again?"

"Captain Ding, did you receive your salary last month?" Liu Ligan asked.

"Of course I'll take it," Ding Baigou said.

"Then do you know we haven't received it for three months?" Liu Ligan sneered.

"Why do you, the Cultural Bureau, collect our wages on time every month, while our wages are flying in the sky?" someone shouted.

"Flying higher and higher, until I can't see it anymore."

Everyone laughed.

Ding Baigou's head was getting bigger, and he felt that it looked like he wouldn't be able to drive anymore.