0049 Ma Xiaogang's story
0049 Ma Xiaogang's story
The roadblock was also dressed in a suit, but the material of his clothes looked much better than Sun Weimin's, and it was also equipped with a silk pocket towel.
Why didn't Sun Weimin know the other party, it was Huang Youwei, the manager of the hotel, which was not a good thing.
"Hello Manager Huang, I'm here to attend the comrades-in-arms meeting today, and I haven't seen those old comrades-in-arms for a long time, so I'm dressed a little more formally." Despite the fire in his heart, Sun Weimin smiled stiffly.
Sun Weimin is no longer young, and the responsibilities of the family and the burden of life no longer allow him to be rash. If he was ten years younger, he would definitely beat up the sneering guy in front of him and walk away.
But now Sun Weimin doesn't have the courage, his father is paralyzed in bed with cerebral thrombosis, and his mother's health is deteriorating because of her perennial hard work, and it costs money to see a doctor. My wife has just given birth to a second child for herself, and she is still waiting to earn money for milk powder and diapers.
Although being a security captain doesn't earn much every month, it is a stable job, even if it is unsatisfactory, he does not want to lose this job, so he must endure humiliation.
"I know, I know. Your group of comrades-in-arms arrived several times early, in the Fugui Hall. Huang Youwei said in a strange tone.
"Thank you, Manager Huang, I'll go over now, you get busy first." Sun Weimin really didn't want to talk to this guy anymore.
"By the way, Captain Sun, I need to remind you, you have to eat this meal leisurely, the rules of our hotel are not credited. I don't think your comrades-in-arms look like rich people, they are worse than you, don't get drunk for a while and no one will settle the bill, but I'll be the one who will be embarrassed then, you say I ......"
Before Huang Youwei's words were finished, Sun Weimin threw a wad of money on the table at the front desk, "This is 5,000 yuan, it should be regarded as a deposit, my salary this month has not been paid, if the money is not enough, I can let the finance deduct my salary at that time." Manager Huang, we veterans never eat white food. ”
After speaking, Sun Weimin left.
Huang Youwei's face was gloomy: "Damn, what are a group of stinky soldiers, do you really think you are uncle?" The poor have to slap a swollen face and become fat, don't you know how many pounds and taels you have? ”
Sun Weimin naturally heard what Huang Youwei said behind his back, especially when he heard the four words 'stinky soldier', his body was trembling, and his hands were trembling all the time.
Are they really just stinky soldiers?
There is no way to know.
Perhaps because he was numb, Sun Weimin did not settle accounts with Huang Youwei, and went straight to the Fugui Hall.
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Within a few minutes, Wang Liang and Zhou Tian arrived by taxi, and the two went directly to the Peony Hall next to the Fugui Hall.
When they were on the way, Zhou Tian called Ma Xiaogang and Yu Shiye and told the two to go downstairs to the box to see the menu first.
Peony Hall.
I have to admit that Hailong Hotel has put a lot of effort into the decoration design.
The name of the peony hall is not for nothing, as soon as you push the door in, the peony flowers are the first to come into people's eyes, and there are bursts of floral fragrance.
Of course, the box is not full of real peony flowers, but some paintings with peony as the theme, artificial peony flowers and so on.
It is often said that the moon season is fragrant, the osmanthus is fragrant, the gardenia is fragrant, and the camellia is not fragrant, but the flower color is gorgeous. Peony is only known for its large flowers, and the peony is not fragrant, which is worthy of the heavenly fragrance.
This is not right.
Peony fragrance has wood fragrance, medicinal fragrance, fruit fragrance, etc., the fragrance is strong but not strong, is the mainstream fragrance in nature, in the same cluster of flowers, peony fragrance may overshadow other fragrances. The fragrance of peony is atmospheric, different from the fragrance, and the fragrance of peony is heavenly fragrance, which is well deserved.
Wang Liang can judge that the peony incense in this house is a product of nature, not synthetic.
"Uncle, let me introduce you, this is director Ma Xiaogang, and this is the screenwriter Xuan Shipage." Zhou Tiandao.
Wang Liang walked out of the fragrance of flowers, and he was really intoxicated.
As a powerful director, Ma Xiaogang is very good at observation, seeing Wang Liang's drunken appearance, he can conclude that this is a retired old cadre who really understands art and appreciation, not the kind of vulgar who is vassally elegant.
"Hello Director Ma, I've heard of a great name for a long time, and I'm glad to meet you today." Wang Liang took the initiative to reach out his hand.
Who knew that Ma Xiaogang did not give Wang Liang this face, but stood upright, and gave a military salute neatly: "Good chief, Ma Xiaogang, the former art worker of the Comrades-in-Arms Art Troupe of the Beijing Military Region, reports to you." ”
Wang Wangliang was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this horse guide had been a soldier, so he returned a military salute, and then said, "Please take a break." ”
"Yes!"
This is the way military personnel greet each other.
"Xiaoyu, we're not born anymore, the article you wrote made me look at the old man with joy, it's good!" Wang Liang looked at the stone page again, this is a very handsome young man, his eyes are full of fortitude, a bit of military temperament.
"Old chief, you've won the prize." The stone page was a little excited, and took the initiative to step forward to shake hands.
The four of them sat down, did not order food, and first exchanged pleasantries.
There are always endless topics to talk about among soldiers, Wang Liang and Ma Xiaogang met for the first time today, but because they both have military backgrounds, they suddenly opened the conversation.
Ma Xiaogang recalled: "Speaking of my process of becoming a soldier, it was really interesting. I was selected by the tank division of the Beijing Military Region in 77, first helping in the propaganda team. Since the conscription of that year had ended, it was not possible to go through the formalities for joining the army. The leader said to me, 'You work here first, and then I will fill you in when I recruit you next year.' So I borrowed the soldier's uniform and swaggered around the camp. People who don't know still think that I am really a soldier, and those who know the details say that I am a fake soldier. ”
"What a glorious thing it was to be able to wear a military uniform in that era, and how many young people yearn for it." Wang Liang nodded in understanding.
"Yes, in 78, I was specially recruited by the Comrades-in-Arms Art Troupe of the Beijing Military Region to engage in art work, and I became a real soldier. But unlike other soldiers, when I joined the art troupe, I wore a cadre uniform with four pockets, and at that time, a soldier wore a soldier uniform with two pockets. At that time, all military personnel of literary and artistic groups and sports teams at or above the military region level, whether cadres or soldiers, wore cadre uniforms. ”
Ma Xiaogang's interest rose, and he continued: "After leading the army, my first feeling at that time was excitement. The second feeling is the scenery, that era was the era of really advocating soldiers, and the people of the whole country learned from the People's Liberation Army. Naturally, I wanted to share this scenery with my family and show it to outsiders, so I asked the captain for leave that day and went home to let my mother take a look. My mother smiled so hard that she couldn't close her mouth and asked me, 'Is this my son?' I said, 'Not your son, who else wears such a beautiful garment to you?' To this day, I still feel that no matter how high-end I wear, I am not as handsome as I was in a military uniform back then. ”
Speaking of being discharged from the army, Ma Xiaogang burst into tears: "Originally, you were an inseparable part of the army, why did you choose you, and there is nothing to discuss, let you leave if you are notified today." To be honest, I can't accept it emotionally, it's like a mother announcing to her child: I don't want you anymore. ”