Chapter 17: Sad Days

First, do the old business

Director Qian saw that Shuangwen turned off his mobile phone, he gritted his teeth in anger, and he scolded at the mobile phone, "Bastards, bastards, they are all little bastards, these little rabbit cubs are playing with teachers as monkeys." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He was so angry that he walked into the house and walked around, and after scolding, he thought to himself that he would go out and fight a few haha, maybe he could get out of this bad breath. He walked out onto the balcony again, his legs wide open, his mouth wide open, and his face facing the sky.

Who knows, before he could take his first breath, a gust of wind blew dust all over the sky. The dust blown up by the strong wind made Director Qian not angry, but choked on the dust and coughed.

"Cough", "cough", "cough", "ahh "Damn, it's really unlucky for the salt shaker to have maggots, this damn wind makes Lao Tzu can't even spit out his bad breath. ”

He walked into the room scolding again, and he went back and forth around the coffee table in the middle of the living room, and his heart was still in a panic. He thought to himself that just sulking in the house was not a good idea, it was better to go out for a walk, he thought of it and went downstairs, and he came to the square outside the building.

He went back and forth in the square countless times, until he was a little tired, and then he went back to sleep. Director Qian returned home and lay in bed, but he couldn't sleep. He rolled over and over again until dawn. He got up again, and as soon as he got up, he held his mobile phone and talked to Bistable, but the other party's mobile phone was still turned off. He took the mobile phone and pressed the number more than a dozen times, and the other party did not work until 8:10 in the morning, and the mobile phone finally got through.

Shuangwen said softly: "You are in a hurry, today the Children's Ticket Bank is going to set up a band, and there is still a lack of a band conductor, you can go to the third floor of the Ticket Bank to find Wang Yu, the publicity officer." ”

After listening to Bistable, he put down his mobile phone and let out a long breath in his mouth and said, "This elementary school student can be regarded as giving the teacher a face." After he finished speaking, he felt a lot more relaxed, and he went into the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth, and comb his hair. After he had been busy for a while, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast again. After breakfast, he walked to the dressing mirror and looked in the mirror.

He looked in the mirror at his head and face, and looked at his clothes to see that they were all neat, and then he went into the book room and picked up his briefcase, and he walked out of the room with a figure-eight step, and walked down the stairs to the parking lot. He walked over to his car and reached open the door, bending down to get in. The car immediately started and sped away.

The car came to the gate of the children's receipt bank, and he saw several people standing in the gate from a distance. As soon as the car entered the gate, a teenage young man beckoned to Director Qian and said, "Teacher Qian, come down quickly, we are waiting for you to come." ”

Director Qian drove the car very slowly, and he waved out and said, "Wait until I park the car in the parking lot." ”

After a while, Director Qian walked to the door with his briefcase, he beckoned to the young man and said, "You are Wang Yu, right?"

Wang Yu came over and said to Director Qian: "Mr. Qian, I am Wang Yu. This morning the double bank recommended you to me to be the conductor of the band, and I will hand over the dozen or so people to you to conduct, you must form a good band for me today, and tomorrow, you will welcome the guests here. ”

Director Qian nodded easily and said, "That's easy, that's easy! I will definitely do it." Wang Yu shook Director Qian's hand and said, "Then I'm going to watch your band tomorrow." He waved away.

In the open space at the gate, Director Qian beckoned the dozen or so people to come and stand in line, and waited for the dozen or so people to stand in line. Director Qian found out that these dozen people were all twelve or thirteen-year-old children.

He shook his head in disappointment, thinking that this time he would have to deal with children again. He reluctantly held his briefcase, stood in front of the children and said to the dozen or so people: "Today, the Children's Ticket Bank Band was established, and now it is ready to rehearse, I hope everyone can listen to the conductor, work hard, and coordinate with the band to play a good movement." ”

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Now everyone disbands, go and change your clothes, go and get drums, trumpets, and musical instruments." ”

Thirty minutes later, a new band stood neatly in the open space to the left of the entrance of the children's ticket bank. Director Qian is still wearing a long red hat, a bow tie around his neck, a red tuxedo, and a long, slender colored stick in his hand, with countless yellow strings floating at the top of the colored stick. He stood at the head of the line, his feet to the rhythm of the drums, and the colored sticks in one hand kept raising and lowering. Everyone in the band wore red. Although the children in the team are not very old, they are skilled in the use of drums, horns, and instruments, and they play the tunes very well. In order to publicize the band's fame, Director Qian asked the band to play around the bank compound.