Siheyuan: Revenge of the Stupid Pillar

After reading the lyrics, Mr. Xiao praised He Yuzhu again.

He Yuzhu remained humble and expressed his desire to get the music score as soon as possible.

After listening to He Yuzhu's singing, Mr. Xiao readily agreed to complete the composition within two days.

Two days passed by in a flash.

He Yuzhu came to Teacher Hu's house again with gifts.

Teacher Hu pretended to be displeased and said, "Zhu Zi, what are you doing? Why are you bringing up gifts again?"

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "This is just a small token of my appreciation. It's not worth much."

Teacher Hu laughed and scolded: "You are so dogmatic at such a young age. Don't do that next time."

He Yuzhu smiled innocently, touched the back of his head, and changed the subject: "Teacher Hu, is the music score ready?"

Teacher Hu smiled and said, "I know you're anxious. Come with me to the music room?"

He Yuzhu asked in confusion: "What are you going to the music room for?"

Teacher Hu glared at He Yuzhu and said unhappily, "There are musical instruments in the music room. We have to play them once so that you can check the goods?"

He Yuzhu said firmly: "I fully believe in your ability, there is no need to inspect the goods."

Teacher Hu squinted and said, "Okay, stop wasting time and come with me. I'm waiting for you at home on purpose, otherwise I would be in the music room right now."

He Yuzhu didn't refuse and followed Teacher Hu to the music room.

As soon as He Yuzhu walked into the music room, Mr. Xiao greeted him warmly: "Everyone, this is Comrade He Yuzhu, the author of the song "Chinese"."

He Yuzhu looked carefully and saw that there were several groups, with as many as seven or eight people.

After everyone introduced themselves to each other and exchanged a few pleasantries, they got down to business.

Old Master Xiao handed a sheet of music to He Yuzhu, smiling, "Zhu, this is the sheet of music for "Chinese", take a look and see if you like it?"

He Yuzhu said awkwardly: "Mr. Xiao, I can't understand the music score..."

Mr. Xiao smiled and said, "I was negligent. Let us play it for you."

He Yuzhu said gratefully: "Then thank you for your help, Mr. Xiao."

An expert can tell whether a song is good or not at a glance. This song not only uses modern instruments, but also traditional Chinese instruments such as drums, flutes, and guqin. The melody of the song is passionate and very contagious, and is not inferior to the original version at all.

Just play the song.

Mr. Xiao smiled and said, "Zhu Zi, how do you feel?"

He Yuzhu immediately gave a thumbs up and said with admiration, "Very shocking! Mr. Xiao, you are amazing."

When Mr. Xiao heard this, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled and said, "Zhu Zi, how about we play some music and you try to sing it."

He Yuzhu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't wait to say, "I couldn't ask for more..."

After the audition, Mr. Xiao began to guide He Yuzhu on the shortcomings in his singing, and He Yuzhu naturally accepted it with pleasure.

Before we knew it, the sun set and night fell.

Old Xiao looked at the weather and said with a hint of regret: "Zhu Zi, it's getting late. Let's stop here today!"

He Yuzhu said gratefully: "Thank you for your hard work, teachers."

A sly look flashed in Old Xiao's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Zhu Zi, if you really want to thank us, just agree to one of my requests."

He Yuzhu said sincerely, "Mr. Xiao, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse."

Mr. Xiao smiled calmly: "My request is very simple. We at the Central Conservatory of Music want the right to use this song."

"I thought it was something else? Turns out it's just this! You can use this song as you like." He Yuzhu said generously.

Old Xiao smiled from the bottom of his heart and said, "Thank you, uncle!"

He Yuzhu waved his hands hastily and said, "Mr. Xiao, please don't say that. It's my great honor that you like this song!"

"Mr. Xiao, I also have a request. When I go on stage to perform, can you please accompany me? I am willing to pay for it."

Old Xiao said dissatisfiedly: "Zhu Zi, what are you talking about? What wages? Aren't you insulting us?"

He Yuzhu hurriedly explained: "Mr. Xiao, I definitely didn't mean that. After all, this will delay your time, shouldn't I pay you for it?"

Old Xiao said with a sullen face: "Zhu Zi, if you talk about money again, we will get angry."

He Yuzhu said angrily: "That's so embarrassing!"

Mr. Xiao raised his eyebrows and said, "If you really feel embarrassed, come to our place to practice for an hour every day after get off work. Your singing still has many flaws."

"Will this be too much trouble for you?"

"It's no trouble, it's something we enjoy doing."

For the next period of time, after get off work, He Yuzhu went to the Central Conservatory of Music to practice singing, which was a busy and fulfilling time.

……

The Red Star Steel Mill, on the large playground, was bustling with people.

Behind the open-air stage, there is a huge banner that reads "Red Star Steel Rolling Mill Model Worker Commendation Conference."

There are many seats on the stage, which are obviously the seats for the leaders, but the leaders have not arrived yet, so the seats are empty.

The area below the stage was filled with workers. The people in the first row had a big red flower on their chests. These people were the protagonists of this conference - model workers.

Nine o'clock sharp.

Xiao Zhenggang, Yang Xinmin, Li Huaide and other leaders of the steel rolling mill surrounded the three old men and walked towards the stage.

There were three old men, He Yuzhu knew two of them, one was a senior leader and the other was Li Huaide’s father-in-law.

As soon as the three leaders appeared, there was deafening applause from the audience, and there were even reporters taking pictures next to the stage.

The Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill is a department-level unit and a key enterprise supported by the state. It is normal for reporters to attend the commendation meeting for model workers held by the factory.

Several leaders took their seats and the applause stopped.

Song Rentou, director of the Propaganda Department, sat on the far left and served as the host of the conference.

Song Rentou began his opening remarks into the microphone in front of him, then introduced several leaders on the rostrum, and then announced the agenda of the conference.

The first item on the agenda was singing the national anthem.

The second agenda is the leader’s speech.

The third agenda is speeches by representatives of model workers.

The fourth agenda is to award prizes to model workers.

The fifth agenda is to watch the cultural performance.

The sixth agenda is a group dinner.

"Now we will begin the first agenda of the meeting. Let's sing a song. Everyone stand up!"

"Rise up, those who refuse to be slaves, and use our flesh and blood to build our new Great Wall..."

After the national anthem was sung, the leaders began to speak.

Everyone knew the leader’s speech clearly; it was long and boring, and made everyone sleepy.

After the leader finished speaking, model worker representative Bao Dafa spoke next.

I don't know if this guy was too excited or had never seen such a big scene before, but when he went on stage, he lost his balance and suddenly fell off the stage.

"Ha ha!"

The scene suddenly erupted in laughter.

The faces of the leaders were not very happy. Seeing this, Song Rentou immediately spoke up to maintain order at the scene.

After a lot of chaos, Bao Dafa finally stood on the stage.

I don’t know if this guy was confused after the fall, but as he stood on the stage, his legs kept shaking and he stumbled when reading the script, causing several leaders to shake their heads.