Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

Director Liu kept saying that he was still young and must find a field in which he was good at to develop. He also earnestly told Zhang Xingwang the importance and mission of the Ministry of Culture.

I also enthusiastically learned about Comrade Zhang Xingwang's musical career and his unusual brain condition.

After learning that this young comrade still had an immature melody in his head, he smiled even more kindly.

I emphasized many times that he should come to the Department of Chemical Industry more often when he has nothing to do, and familiarize himself with the work of the department in advance.

If he hadn't been interrupted by the yawns of the two buddies outside the door, God knows how long I could have kept talking to him.

Director Liu then introduced the two to Zhang Xingwang, saying that they were specially assigned to work with Zhang Xingwang. He had been completing the lyrics for the song in his mind.

He also told Zhang Xingwang that if he needed any communication or coordination, he could contact these two brothers, and that he could come and chat with him when he was free, saying that he liked handsome young men like him when he was young.

After saying goodbye to Director Liu, Zhang Xingwang followed the two brothers. The brothers looked less than 30 years old. One was surnamed Li and the other was surnamed Wang.

His attitude towards Zhang Xingwang was very businesslike and serious. On the way, Zhang Xingwang even asked Director Liu why he didn't consider changing his hairstyle.

Unexpectedly, the two of them changed their expressions and said in unison:

"Don't mention his hair in front of Director Liu."

But the two brothers were very secretive about the details, it seems that hairstyle should be a taboo for Director Liu.

This should be a permanent pain in the heart of a once handsome guy. I quickly marked the key points and wrote them down, so that I won't be in trouble if I make a mistake in the future.

After arriving at the Chinese Musicians Association, the two brothers took him to a large room filled with musical instruments. There were more than a dozen people, from the elderly to young people, chatting in low voices.

After entering, an old man wearing glasses and looking serious took the initiative to step forward and said to Zhang Xingwang solemnly with a serious face:

"Hello, Comrade Zhang Xingwang, I am the person in charge of this operation. My last name is Yang. You can just call me Team Leader Yang. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to me directly."

"action?"

"Um... I'm used to it. It's just a slip of the tongue. Anyway, if you need anything, just come to me."

After Team Leader Yang finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xingwang, who was only about 20 years old, and seemed to feel that he was too serious. He slowed down his tone and said with emotion:

“I’ve read your lyrics, and no matter what the song is like, the lyrics are very well written.

The leaders also attach great importance to this matter. The people behind are all professionals from the Chinese Music Association. They will fully cooperate with you and ensure that the task is completed in the shortest time with guaranteed quality and quantity. Do you have confidence? "

Zhang Xingwang felt strangely familiar after hearing this. He looked at Team Leader Yang in front of him and tentatively replied:

"Um... Secretary Yang... I will definitely complete the task assigned to me by the organization..."

"Okay, you are indeed a good comrade. I said that to be able to write such lyrics, you must have a high level of ideological awareness. Young comrade, work hard. If you have any difficulties, come to me directly..."

As expected, "Team Leader Yang" was wondering why the recipe looked so familiar, but it seemed that the leaders attached great importance to this song.

At Secretary Yang's strong request, Zhang Xingwang was forced to perform for once and sang a song solo on the spot, which made Secretary Yang applaud repeatedly.

Then I asked about his creative process, and learned that it was when he went to Northeast China to look at his brain, and he was inspired by the social scenes he saw along the way.

He agreed more with Zhang Xingwang's ideological awareness and comforted him with a few words, but they were all about "arming the spirit, not fearing sacrifice, facing difficulties head-on, and shining."

Although Zhang Xingwang felt a headache after hearing this, he still asked tentatively:

"Secretary Yang, can you please let me wander around more in the future? I find that if I wander around and see more of the social scene and the mental outlook of the masses,

Combined with my extraordinary brain, it is very likely that I will have some inspiration or something, do you think it will work?"

After hearing this, Secretary Yang waved his hand, indicating that it was not a big deal, and immediately said:

"If you need anything like this, come find me. But you can't just wander around blindly. You have to complete the tasks assigned by the organization. Young comrades should contribute to society in their limited youth."

After listening to this, Zhang Xingwang immediately felt that Secretary Yang's serious face became much more amiable. He looked handsome no matter how you looked at him. Although they both looked like old men, he was much more handsome than Director Liu.

After Secretary Yang left, the dozen or so people behind him immediately surrounded Zhang Xingwang, and the scene became as chaotic as a vegetable market.

Some were eager to know the information about the songs, some looked arrogant and glared at people with their chins down, and some just started chatting about family matters as soon as they opened their mouths. Zhang Xingwang felt overwhelmed after listening to them.

Finally, I had to put my Erkang hand on and yell "Stop!" to put an end to this farce. It took me more than an hour to teach these people how to sing. I was originally planning to get out and go back to fishing.

It turned out that the people who wrote the lyrics were easy to deal with. After all, they already had 70 to 80 percent of the lyrics, and they were professionals who had already entered combat mode and started meditating.

The dozen or so people who were in charge of the music scores were very troublesome. They kept asking Zhang Xingwang questions about this and that, about the tune of this and the drums of that. Zhang Xingwang didn't know how to play any instrument, so how could he answer their professional questions?

In the end, he could only spread his hands, indicating that if he understood, he wouldn't need them, and then pointed to a pile of musical instruments in the room and said:

"How about you take the trouble to teach me how to use these things first? But if I learn how to use them, can I be the only one to be credited as the composer?"

After hearing this, everyone immediately said that Zhang Xingwang had done a great job and that the next things were too easy and that they would definitely complete the tasks assigned by Secretary Yang.

Then, the non-famous composer Zhang Xingwang left the Music Association and went home. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not right. It was not right to always walk around in the yard during working hours, so he went back to the street office first.

As expected, the old man who was the gatekeeper of the street office was kind. He spoke politely and pleasantly. He didn't even look at Zhang Xingwang's work ID and just let him in. He even saw that he was carrying a sack on the back seat and enthusiastically helped him push the cart.

When he was grunting and carrying the sack to go to the canteen, Section Chief Qi suddenly appeared and said to him in a serious tone:

"Xiao Zhang, you just got here, but I still have to say a few words to you. This kind of moving work is best done by three people. I have already arranged for Xiao Qian and Xiao Liu.

If you need to move things in the future, just ask the doorman to call them. The boundaries of the work must be clearly divided. You just need to follow them to get the weight and strips in order. After all, the division of labor in the revolution is different."

Zhang Xingwang listened to Chief Qi's words and replied unconsciously:

"Chief, you are a very nice person."

Ten minutes later, Zhang Xingwang, who had received the note, went out for a stroll again. Seeing that the time was almost up, he went straight back home.