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On the first day of the new year, I stayed at the Jinjiang Hotel, a provincial guest house in Chengdu. On the second day of the new year, I had to perform at the Jinjiang Auditorium. Among the visiting team, some were really happy and some were worried.

Those who can play the erhu are very energetic at this time, those who can sing are also confident, and those who can dance are gearing up. The first thing they do after entering the hotel is to polish their leather shoes.

It must be wiped to the point where people can be seen, and they don't even bother to eat, which shows how high the interest is.

It just so happens that the protagonist, Li Feng, knows neither.

In his previous life, Li Feng only watched other people dance, street dance, and folk dance, and at least he had some impressions of it. But ballroom dance, yes, in his impression, this kind of dance was similar to what Li Yunlong and Zhang Bailu danced, and it fell into the category of ballroom dance.

When he arrived at the hotel, after putting down his luggage, he was completely absent-minded and listless. At this time, he just wanted to go home and not prepare for the show, but Boss Cheng said not to miss a single thing, and Boss Kong did not send anyone to take over the information. Understand, let’s talk about it after the New Year.

In the restaurant of the hotel, the meal arrangement for that night was very sumptuous. There were all kinds of Sichuan dishes, whether they were heavy or light, and people who can eat spicy food or not can find what they like. After "dining in the open air" outside, this time I came back. , his eyes are all green.

"The schedule for this visit is relatively tight and the journey is long. During the Spring Festival, I have to stay up early and stay up until late at night. It's really hard for everyone, so I won't waste time. I believe everyone is hungry. You must eat well this meal. Have a good rest tonight, and everyone should work hard for the rest of the trip and strive to bring this visit to a successful conclusion~!"

After a brief speech, the people sitting at the five tables hurriedly applauded. The director was really very humble, very graceful, and full of personal charm. Li Feng's palms almost turned red.

"Quack~!"

After the applause ended, the director picked up the wine glass, and everyone else also picked up the wine cups. After standing up, the cup of Maozi suddenly hit the bottom. At this time, the chopsticks were moved on the main table, and the tables behind were also impatient. Aoao started eating.

High-end Sichuan cuisine is not spicy.

For example, Li Feng saw the boiled cabbage that could only be seen on TV news for the first time.

It’s different from the carving of cabbage roots into lotus flowers on TV. Maybe it’s because these people are out and about and don’t eat well. It’s also possible that they’re not into high-end dishes now and don’t choose to be beautiful. Instead, they choose large portions that are quick to eat. It was piled into a sharp pile.

In this era when there is no chicken essence or oyster sauce, the output of MSG is not high. Adding freshness to the soup stock has become a technical job, and everyone has his own exclusive secret recipe.

“It’s rare, rare~ for a piece of cabbage to be so delicious!”

When he tasted it, Li Feng understood why a simple cabbage could be included in the state banquet. In a word, it was really delicious.

The others competed with each other for wine. Bottles of Maozi worth two and a half dollars each seemed to be free of charge, just like drinking water. Li Feng, a local dog, only took a small sip at the beginning of the banquet and then continued to eat.

He Yuzhu's Sichuan cuisine was only briefly experienced, and Li Feng didn't know whether it was authentic or not. After all, the conditions of ordinary families were limited, but if the Sichuan cuisine cooked by the kitchen of Jinjiang Hotel in Rongcheng was not authentic, there would be no place to eat authentic Sichuan cuisine.

"Well, let me tell you something about the song "Unity is Strength". I will sing it when the time comes. Please don't compete with me. I will do it first as a courtesy~!"

Li Feng was still concentrating on eating. At the dinner table, someone picked up a wine cup and moved his hands around. Even the main table was startled. They stopped holding the chopsticks in their hands and wanted to hear what he said, but nothing happened. I thought of seeing such a scene.

It looks funny, but it is actually very funny. While others are still thinking about eating, some of them are quick to respond and have already figured out how to "skip class". This song is very short and does not pick up the voice. It is just for errands. best choice.

Li Feng opened his mouth wide and looked at the person who spoke, his face was red, as if he was drunk, but Li Feng felt that he was obviously ashamed, and it seemed that he felt embarrassed for doing such a trick so early.

"No, Old Dan, why are you such a thief? I'm planning to report this song to Mr. Cheng tomorrow. Isn't that what you do at the dinner table?"

"No, no, let's change it to another one. This one doesn't reflect your level~!"

After two glasses of wine, people at other tables started laughing and cursing. It seemed that many people had the idea of ​​​​this song. When faced with the performance on stage, they all wanted to leave in a minute or two. Maybe they were afraid of showing their timidity. Or maybe it’s just that I really don’t have any artistic talent. On the other hand, the people at the head table watched this scene happily, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Seeing everyone arguing with each other, it was the director who came out in person to decide on him.

"Comrade Shan Zechang has done a very good job. Everyone should take active actions, take the initiative, and not be passive. We, Mr. Cheng, will write it down for him and give this song to him. Everyone else should also hurry up~!"

Shan Lao's face was even more rosy now, and he raised his hands to beg for mercy. Then he sat down again with bright eyes, and saw that a "big event" had been settled for him.

One person took the lead, and the rest of them didn't care about these friends (comrades) who had known each other for many years. Each one of them hurriedly submitted their own prepared programs. Mr. Cheng didn't even bother to eat, so he took out The notebook I carry with me is busy jotting down one thing after another.

"Well, leave "Dong Fang Hong" to me. I don't know how to do anything else...!"

"I'm going to knock an allegro. If I hit it well, don't make fun of me tomorrow...!"

"You are all talented people. Why did you shake your head when asked before? Now I see that you can grab it faster than anyone else. I know how to play the drum and go up and play a harvest celebration for our new country~!"

Good guy, really good guy. Everyone in Li Feng was dumbfounded. Are these experts and leading cadres of the visiting delegation? At this time, there are more unique skills at the bottom of the box than the last. Li Feng was dazzled by them, as if he was an outsider.

After the people around him had finished reporting, he had almost eaten, but he seemed to have forgotten something.

"You can't see me, you can't see me~!"

The more afraid of something, the more likely it will be. Although he joined the team halfway, he was almost familiar with the big guys in North Africa, and many people could call him by name.

What is supposed to come will always come, you can't hide from it.

"Comrade Li Feng, what are you preparing for? I've been watching you for a long time but you haven't moved. Are you trying to run away?"

When someone mentioned this, Li Feng's face turned green at that moment. People with low heads almost got under the table. Unexpectedly, he could still be pulled out.

"Chief Kong B, you don't like this. Boss Cheng said that no one should be left behind. If he leaves, you have to make up for his program~!"

What Mr. Wei said next was what made Li Feng burst into tears on the spot. Although he was sitting at another table, he spoke loudly like an old child, but the two of them were squeezed in, including Butler Kong and Li Feng. corner.

Does Li Feng dare to refute, especially in public on this occasion, when people are rushing to sign up for the program, he doesn't even dare to say a word, looking at Mr. Cheng looking straight at him, Li Feng looks around, secretly asking for help. To his boss.

However, Boss Kong didn't seem to respond to Li Feng's gaze. He still calmly picked up the food and ate slowly. It seemed that Li Feng had to decide whether he wanted to perform on stage.

"Yes, yes. Although Comrade Li Feng came late, he has also done very important things. New people, new things, new countries, we must also give young comrades a chance~!"

The director, on the other hand, listened to others making noises, picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth without putting down the chopsticks in his hand. He looked at Li Feng with a kind look. He didn't know whether he was talking about the Gallic Embassy or the box of information. Son, Li Feng can't run away now anyway.

"Yes, there is a show~!"

Li Feng, whose name was called by the director himself, quickly stood up. Unexpectedly, Wei Lao, who had a last chat with him on the plane, decisively sold himself out at this moment.

"In 1961, I was discharged from the army here in the southwest. I had mixed feelings before getting on the train. I was really reluctant to leave the army and had a deep attachment to it. I prepared a song to bid farewell to my former comrades and also to bid farewell to my past days in military uniform. Myself~!"

Standing up and picking up the wine cup, looking at the bosses all around him who were watching him, Li Feng, a junior, suddenly thought of a song. If you sing this song, it will have little impact later on.

"I hope I won't make you cry~!"

Picking up the wine cup, Li Feng smiled happily (stiffly), and then drank it all in one gulp~! (End of chapter)