"Xiao Qin, what did I say, good things are coming! Is this cake really real? Yes? ”

In the studio's chief director's office, Jin Yue looked at Qin Muchu, who was holding the documents and watching carefully, and his tone was full of ridicule.

The document in Qin Muchu's hand is an invitation letter to be precise, an invitation letter from the guests of the Cultural Congress.

The Literary Congress, the full name of the All-China Congress of Literary and Art Workers, was changed to the Federation of Literary and Art Festivals of the Celestial Dynasty in 1953, and was held irregularly after that.

This is the highest-level conference for literary and artistic workers, and being able to participate in the conference is the highest recognition and affirmation for literary and artistic workers.

The guests of the conference include representatives from various localities and representatives of major literary and artistic organizations across the country, such as writers' associations, film associations, television drama associations, drama associations, etc.

They are all the top figures in various fields.

"So what's a special guest?"

Qin Muchu looked at the column of the affiliation organization on the invitation letter and asked.

"Because you don't have an organization, the list of representatives of various places and associations has been decided, and you can only attend the meeting as a special guest."

Jin Yue stood up and patted Qin Muchu's shoulder heavily, with a smile on his face:

"Hello special guests!"

"Where's the good?"

Jin Yue turned around and paced slowly:

"The list of cultural congresses is generally recommended by various localities and associations, reviewed by the Propaganda Department, and then announced.

What does it mean that you didn't recommend, that you don't belong to any organization, but that you were able to attend? ”

Qin Muchu lowered his head and pondered, his body shook for a while, and he suddenly raised his head:

"Mean they're mistaken?"

Jin Yue stumbled on his left leg and almost fell down, supporting the wall with one hand and his waist with the other.

Qin Muchu hurriedly stood up and hugged Jin Yue:

"Were you tired last night?"

Jin Yue's face darkened, he shook off Qin Muchu's hand, and suddenly straightened up:

"I'm very strong, how can I be tired!"

"Amazing, I didn't get tired from rehearsing until two or three o'clock in the morning." Qin Muchu sighed.

Jin Yue is also nearly fifty years old, and he is still so able to survive.

Hearing Qin Muchu's words, Jin Yue was stunned, his momentum declined suddenly, and his straight waist also bent a little:

"You're talking about work?"

"Or else? What do you think I'm talking about? ”

"Ahem, ahem, it's also work."

……

In the courtyard, Qin Muchu was wearing a standard suit and was tying a tie in front of the mirror.

Jin Yue repeatedly emphasized the high standard and importance of this ceremony, and Qin Muchu rarely wore formal clothes.

But this tie was the first time in his life.

Satisfied, I tucked the tied tie into my suit and turned a few directions in front of the mirror, which was pretty good.

……

Stop the car and Tiananmen Square is not far away.

The tall red walls, the fluttering five-star red flag, and the endless stream of tourists.

Qin Muchu tightened his coat and pulled down his cotton hat to make sure that he would not be recognized before he stepped out of the car.

This is not anywhere else, and if it is recognized, it will cause a sensation...... Those patrol soldiers are all with guys.

He didn't want to use himself to test the philosophical question of "whether to save an innocent person or a group of 'innocent' people".

With his head down, he walked to the west side of the square, where a tall and majestic building stood - the Great Hall of the People.

The venue of the 8th Cultural Congress.

Qin Muchu wiped the sweat from his palms, he never thought that he could hold a meeting here in his life.

What posture does this sleep need to take to have this kind of dream?

At this time, there were quite a few people standing in the square outside the Great Hall, all of them dressed in formal attire, and they should all be participants in this meeting.

They were divided into a number of small groups, presumably according to the organization to which the invitation list belonged.

Qin Muchu's gaze swept over their faces, and there were few faces he knew.

His arrival did not attract much attention, and a few people in the vicinity continued to chat with the people around them after taking a look.

As a "special guest", Qin Muchu did not have any organization, nor could he join those groups, so he walked straight to the Great Hall.

"The meeting was delayed for months, and I thought it was cancelled."

"Not really."

……

"Borrowed, borrowed."

Qin Muchu apologized and walked past the group of people.

The few people who let go of the body glanced at Qin Muchu, although they wondered if he was dressed strangely, but they turned their heads and talked about themselves again.

I finally reached the door of the General Assembly Hall, which was still more than an hour before the meeting time, and the door had not yet opened.

Qin Muchu found a stone pillar and leaned on it to wait for the meeting to start.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and a magnetic and aura voice came from behind him:

"Xiao Qin?"

Qin Muchu turned his head and saw the man in front of him, a little surprised, and a little surprised.

He took off his hat:

"Teacher Chen?"

Chen Daomin saw Qin Muchu take off his hat, and he also confirmed his identity, and smiled:

"I just looked at it from the side and it felt familiar, it's really you."

"You have such good eyes, I can still recognize them when I'm dressed like this." Qin Muchu said with a smile.

"You're a tall man, you're too conspicuous, and you're ......"

Chen Daoming said and suddenly stretched out his hand to Qin Muchu's collar, pulled out Qin Muchu's tie, and laughed:

"Who did you wear this tie? Bow? This is the first time I've seen this kind of system. ”

As he spoke, he untied Qin Muchu's tie and retied it for him.

Qin Muchu smiled awkwardly, and squatted slightly to make it more convenient for Chen Daomin.

The way he tied the tie was a slight change in the way he tied the red scarf, and he thought it was pretty good......

After a while, Chen Daomin withdrew his hand, stuffed his tie back into Qin Muchu's suit, and straightened his collar again.

"That's it!"

He patted Qin Muchu on the shoulder and nodded with satisfaction.

"Hehe, I'm sorry to trouble Mr. Chen." Qin Muchu thanked.

Chen Daomin waved his hand,

"Not to mention this, you're also here for the meeting? Is it the local or which organization represents? ”

Without waiting for Qin Muchu to answer, he said again:

"The organization hasn't heard which one you're into, that's the place? Your hometown is Hui Province, and you are recommended by Hui Province? ”

"It's not." Qin Muchu shook his head in denial.

"Not? That's Yanjing? ”

"Not really."

Qin Muchu smiled:

"You can't guess."

Chen Daomin came to be interested:

"I really don't believe it, it's not Yanjing, it's not Hui Province, so you're recommended by the association? Which association? Film or TV? No, I didn't hear you join these two associations. ”

He himself has positions in both film and television associations, and if Qin Muchu joins him, he will definitely know.

"Haha, you can't guess it, I'm not an association, and it's not a local recommendation."

"And how did you get to the meeting?"

"I'm here to be a security guard."

“……”

Chen Daomin walked towards Qin Muchu's back,

"Good boy, you stand up for a while!"

"Okay, I'm sure I can't put you in danger."

Qin Muchu joked along with Chen Daomin's words.

……

After a while, Qin Muchu and Chen Daomin, who were chatting, stopped talking.

The doors of the General Assembly Hall opened.

The participants in the square also slowly walked inside.

Qin Muchu put on the identity card of the meeting and went in with Chen Daomin.

"Didn't you say it was a security guard? Why are you still going inside? Chen Daomin joked about Qin Muchu.

As he spoke, he looked at the sign on his chest.

Immediately stunned.

A normal ID badge will have your affiliation written underneath it.

is like Chen Daomin's identity card, with "Celestial Television Association" written below, indicating that he is attending the meeting on behalf of the Television Association this time.

But Qin Muchu's identity card was empty, and there was nothing.

If it weren't for the fact that the doorman had just checked the identity tag and let Qin Muchu enter the Great Hall, Chen Daomin would have doubted whether the sign was fake.

Qin Muchu also discovered Chen Daomin's gaze, it was rare to see such a puzzled expression on his face, and he smiled:

"Look, I said I was here to be a security guard, and I came in to protect you."

"You mouth."

Chen Daomin shook his head,

"I've got to see where you're sitting."

Saying that, he didn't go to his seat either, and followed Qin Muchu.

You can also infer the affiliation by the seat.

"Then you'll have to take a closer look."

Qin Muchu's eyes swept over the number on the seat, and according to his seat number, he quickly determined the location.

As he strode forward, he saw a whiteboard with his name written on it on the table in front of a seat.

It is located in the first row on the far right, very close to the podium above.

"You're from the Propaganda Department?"

Chen Daomin's eyes widened.

This is where the Propaganda Department is located.

Although he couldn't believe it, Qin Muchu's name was clearly written on the whiteboard, and he couldn't fake it.

Unless it is the same name and surname.

But is it really such a coincidence?

"Obviously not, but ......"

Qin Muchu thought about Director Wu of the Propaganda Department who was inexplicably friendly to him, and it was most likely his handiwork that he could participate in the meeting.

So it should be reasonable to sit with the Propaganda Department, right?

Thinking of this, he spoke:

"It may be that the people in the propaganda department appreciate my talent."

Qin Muchu said what was in his heart, and this was the most reasonable reason he could think of.

But these words are in Chen Daomin's ears, and in the words that are popular now, this kid is filling a cup.

He squinted and glanced at Qin Muchu, if he dared to talk to him like this in the play, he would have ordered someone to push him out of the noon gate and behead him.

More and more participants entered the venue, and Chen Daomin didn't have time to entangle, he opened his mouth to say something, but finally didn't say it.

"Okay, let's go later, I'll go first."

After speaking, he patted Qin Muchu on the shoulder and walked towards his seat.

Qin Muchu also sat in his seat.

He was the first in this row, and the seats next to him were still empty, and people were seated one after another.

They are generally middle-aged people in their forties and fifties, very serious, and have an inexplicable sense of coercion.

Qin Muchu, a young man, was mixed in, which was particularly abrupt.

But they didn't think it was strange, as if they had known about Qin Muchu's arrival for a long time.

After nodding slightly to Qin Muchu one by one, he took out his notebook and pen and put them on the table in front of him, and no one exchanged words.

No one told me that I had to bring a notebook to the meeting.

Qin Muchu was dumbfounded.

Just when he hesitated to ask the uncle next to him to borrow a few pieces of paper and ask if he had any extra pens, he was tapped on the shoulder.

A man sat next to him with a smile on his face.

It was Director Wu of the Propaganda Department who went to the Spring Festival Gala to watch the rehearsal that day.

Director Wu didn't speak, just pointed to the podium above, and looked ahead like the rest of the people.

The venue was unusually quiet, and although the meeting had not begun, it was still audible that pins were falling.

Qin Muchu quietly glanced around, everyone had a notebook, and he became more and more numb.

Director Wu's attitude towards himself is okay, he should be willing to tear two pieces of paper for me, right?

Qin Muchu was thinking about it, and the radio at the venue made a sound, reminding that the meeting was about to start.

And in the passage next to the podium above, a group of people walked out.

The audience suddenly stood up and erupted in loud applause.

Qin Muchu was stunned for a moment, looked at the pedestrian, his body stiffened, and he immediately bounced up, and his palms slapped together sluggishly.

His eyes followed the group without blinking, his eyes gradually losing focus, and his mouth slightly open.

"Lord, Lord, Lord......"

His tongue trembled, and he couldn't speak.

"Alright, stop shooting, sit down."

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, pulling Qin Muchu back to reality.

Qin Muchu turned his head blankly and looked at Director Wu, his lips still trembling.

Director Wu had a smile on his face, and reached out to press Qin Muchu's uncontrolled hands.

There was no clue in the upper body, but the thigh under the table suddenly exerted force and hit Qin Muchu's leg.

The strong impact made Qin Muchu reluctantly come back to his senses and sit down.

The out-of-focus pupils condensed slightly, and he looked at the kind old man sitting in the middle above, his face full of disbelief.

The radio routinely introduced a group of people on the podium, each of whom was a frequent visitor to "News Network".

Qin Muchu watched them stand up one by one and salute slightly, applauding desperately, but there was only a word in his mind.

The ancestral grave is smoking!

……

(There's another chapter, writing...... ）

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