The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

After coming out of the meeting, Yu Xin and Xia Meng walked side by side, "Xia Meng, it seems that your Security Department won't be able to do anything if you don't put on a show this year."

The factory director was obviously trying to embarrass Xia Meng. Yu Xin knew that Xia Meng had just arrived and was not very clear about many things in the factory, so she explained,

"Every May Day event, the main responsibility of your security department is to maintain order, and there are basically no programs."

"Especially in the past two years, there have been more and more gangsters and second-rate gangsters, and group fights have occurred from time to time. There are so many people attending the May Day activities. It's very hard for you just to maintain order, and you have to put on a show..."

Yu Xin looked at Xia Meng with a hint of pity.

"Ah, it's okay," Xia Meng was very calm, and even had a bit of calmness in his tone, "It's not a big problem."

Not a big problem?

Yu Xin sighed softly in her heart, feeling that Xia Meng was still too young to understand the twists and turns, so she didn't care. Anyway, she had already reminded her, and the rest was Xia Meng's business.

When Xia Meng returned to the security department, she explained what the factory director meant, then naturally took the tea Tian Zhiwen handed her, took a long sip, and then said,

"I'm a relatively democratic person. Let's talk about it. What kind of program should our Security Department put on?"

Tian Zhiwen always answered all questions. He hugged Xia Meng's thigh tightly. When he heard this, he rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.

"Sing?"

Without waiting for the others to speak, Zhou Haiyang mocked mercilessly,

"Singing? Are you singing? With your broken voice, if you dare to go up there, our security department won't have to be a human being."

"Brother Zhou," Tian Zhiwen stared at Zhou Haiyang with a look of resentment.

"It's too much for you to say that. My singing isn't that bad."

"Haha," Zhou Haiyang gave him a roll of his eyes and pointed at the people around him, "You ask them?"

Tian Zhiwen immediately turned his attention to his bad friends.

This group of bad friends lived up to their expectations. They did not hide it at all and did not give any face to them. They all looked at Tian Zhiwen with disgusting expressions.

"Hey!" Tian Zhiwen suddenly became angry, "Are you going too far? How can it be so bad?"

Tian Zhiwen said this while fighting with his bad friends.

The office immediately became very lively and lively.

"Okay, okay," Xia Meng raised his hand to calm everyone down, and then said,

"If you don't have any good ideas, just listen to me."

Although Xia Meng has not been in the security department for a long time, she already has a strong voice. At least now, no one in the entire security department dares to go against her!

Zhou Haiyang lazily leaned against the wall, his eyes falling on Xia Meng.

"What good ideas does the section chief have?"

Tian Zhiwen even patted his chest and responded positively.

"That's right, Section Chief, if you have any good ideas, just tell us and we will listen to you."

Xia Meng does have an idea. There are not too many short dance videos in the future. She once signed up for a dance club during college, focusing on hip-hop and poppin. This kind of dance is difficult to say. After all, some dance moves are indeed quite difficult. It requires Professional training and practice, but many movements are also very simple. The key is whether the movements can be neat and consistent, step on the points, and follow the rhythm.

But if you want to dance for future generations, dynamic music plays a big part, so Xia Meng thought about it carefully and said,

"You guys are waiting. I will give you an answer in two days."

With the music and dance of later boy bands, what kind of clothes should we wear?

Blue work clothes are convenient, but they are not handsome or cool enough!

Suddenly, Xia Meng's eyes lit up, "Yes!"

It’s just you, Mao suit!