Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 232 Broken into a pile

Unable to count on these old guys, An Zhixia immediately announced the adjournment of the meeting and asked his assistant to call each performance group early tomorrow morning to notify all the selected actors and their managers to arrive at the meeting together!

The despised old comrades packed their things silently, said hello to her and left. Although they haven't seen Teacher Xiao An's true abilities yet, the momentum she showed off tonight was enough to remove the burrs from their bodies, and each of them turned into an obedient old cat, just blowing up its tail to deal with emergencies.

Director Hu and two assistants accompanied An Zhixia to the dormitory with flashlights. On the way, they informed her of many things about past team competitions and asked her about tomorrow's arrangements.

"I don't know yet. I have to go back and think about it carefully," An Zhixia said calmly.

Director Hu was stunned for a moment, then touched his chest and said, "Girl, you are not in a hurry at all. Hundreds of us are just waiting for your order."

“Isn’t there still one night left?” She said with a smile: “I already have a lot of ideas, I have to see how to implement them.”

“That’s right, I don’t do much, but I can ensure that you speak your mind within the scope of my responsibility, and all the staff in our activity team will be at your disposal,” Director Hu assured seriously.

 “You are confident in me,” An Zhixia looked at him in surprise.

Director Hu took off his hat, brushed his hair, and said with a smile: "You gave me a glimpse of a new rule and model in the entertainment industry. I believe that after this group competition, all performing groups will have to make major changes. Furthermore, He pretended to be afraid and said: "If I don't give up my seat to facilitate you, then you will never give me face because I am the director. It's better to kick me out and sit in this position." Yes, I’m afraid that you will have to change the entire activity group.”

An Zhixia laughed and gave him a thumbs up: "Director Hu is a brilliant man!"

"You know the current affairs, right?" Director Hu said with a smile: "Okay, when your dormitory arrives, we will send you here. Don't stay up too late at night, we will take care of things together."

Back in the dormitory, after drinking a glass of milk, An Zhixia sat down at his desk to write down his thoughts one by one, and then filled in the corresponding program. It is equivalent to her re-establishing a skeleton for the group competition. What is outstanding is the ideas and creativity, and the main content is supported by the program.

By the time she put down her pen, it was already one o'clock. After stretching, An Zhixia took out the photo that was included in Fang Yuan's last letter. The man's facial features are resolute but delicate, and the scar on his eyebrow adds a touch of wildness to him. He wears a white shirt and green military trousers, and his hair is newly shaved. The whole person is energetic and capable, and he vaguely has the attributes of a domineering boss.

She sighed softly, and suddenly she missed the era when everyone had a mobile phone. A sentence flashed in her mind: At that time, carriages, horses and letters were very slow, and you could only love one person in a lifetime.

 Poke the man's cheek, "I'm actually very timid. I'm only trying love this once. You can't let me down!"

As a three-dimensional queen with many international fans, An Zhixia is very self-disciplined. Even if she went to bed late the first day, she would get up at 6 o'clock in the morning and go out to exercise for an hour, come back, wash up, eat and go to work.

 The result of good time management was that she was the last one to arrive. After what happened yesterday, no one dared to have any objections. Even Mr. Zhang, the artist, just lowered his head and curled his lips to express dissatisfaction.

Director Hu still gave up his seat. An Zhixia stood over without sitting down. He took out the five pages of densely written work he had written last night and handed it to his assistant, asking him to copy it. Not only everyone present had a copy, but also those who participated today The rehearsing performance troupe must be responsible and get a copy.

"Time is tight, let me talk about our mission today first," An Zhixia glanced at everyone calmly and said, "Because we have compiled the entire team competition into a large-scale stage play with a strong story, so today we not only have to During the rehearsal, we have to select the leading actors. At least we have to go through the complete process so that everyone knows it well and then work on the details in the next ten days. "

 After speaking, she recited the entire process very quickly.

Hearing her design, everyone couldn't help but sit up straight and write on the paper. Their faces couldn't help but be excited and excited. Suddenly, they felt that this was truly called making art. Art should not be framed, nor should it be given solemnity, but a carnival of enjoyment and fun, a collision between human hearts and souls!

As soon as she finished speaking, the assistant ran over eagerly with empty hands, sweating profusely and stumbling with fear: "I'm sorry, Teacher Xiao An. I was knocked down on the bridge just now when I went to copy the information. All the All the information fell into the pond. When I found the tools to fish it out, the papers were all broken into pieces..."

An Zhixia looked at her head almost lowered to her chest, full of guilt and fear, and asked calmly: "Did you see who hit her?"

The assistant shook his head repeatedly: "No, I was just thinking about the information and fell into the pond. When I came back to my senses, the person was gone."

Except for Director Hu, who has a bad temper and is on the verge of rage, everyone else in the room hunched their shoulders and tried to reduce their presence, but their lowered eyes were full of excitement and schadenfreude. Surviving in the circle is not just about relying on personal ability to speak, but more about connections, being on guard against others at all times, and the scheming to be assimilated!

Tsk, Teacher Xiao An is young after all. She might have stayed up all night and wrote this manuscript. Now it is all soaked in water and there is no possibility of saving it. One to two hundred comrades from the performing group will arrive later. Let's see how she ends. Thinking about it makes them even more excited. Humph, won’t we have to have old guys like them as peacemakers by then?

　　When the smiles on everyone’s faces could hardly be suppressed.

An Zhixia couldn't help but sneer: "It's hard for you to be my assistant and run errands with me. Okay, later you go to the finance department to collect yesterday's salary, and you can go back and forth from wherever you are. This small temple of our National Theater cannot tolerate you jumping around." "

As she said that, she took out another document from her bag, handed it to another assistant and said with a smile: "Comrade, please help us run a trip. Be careful this time, don't be afraid of being robbed or burned." , tore it up, I used the office printer to make a lot of copies this morning.

If the machine had not run out of ink and paper, I would certainly not have troubled you. "

The **** man blushed at her smile and nodded, took the information, turned around and ran away.

Everyone was stunned and felt very disappointed. Shouldn't things develop like this?

The previous assistant quit her job, raised her head and pointed at her angrily: "Teacher Xiao An, I was indeed accidentally knocked to the ground. Look, there are still scratches on my hands! Since you have Copy, why bother me? Is it interesting to show off my little assistant? "

Haha, the more stressed you are, the more difficult it is to give birth ~ An update is expected to be released in the second half of next month ~ The author is about to start saving manuscripts. When three updates are released in a row, it means that the manuscript collection is in progress. . .

The third update has just started, please wait patiently. . .

Although the update time is so far apart that the author is heartbroken, he still can’t help but shamelessly ask for votes~~ Give me some motivation!

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