Maoshan Ghostbusters

Many years ago, the Youth Film Studio recruited workers. Xiao Zhou and Xiao Hei were the same group who entered the studio. At that time, they were young and motivated, hard-working, and active in the unit. At that time, they were very serious and responsible for their work, even if they were a small group. Small security guards must also be responsible.

Time flies, and the years pass by. Xiao Zhou and Xiao Hei that year became Lao Zhou and Lao Hei, and they also ushered in the most important node in their lives.

The old director has reached retirement age, and the Youth Film Studio urgently needs a new director to take over. This is a great opportunity.

And the two people with the highest voice at the time were Lao Zhou and Lao Hei

The old head of the field has made it difficult, who should he choose? Lao Zhou and Lao Hei work equally hard, and their personalities are both calm and practical.

Lao Hei wanted to get this position, so he could only get crooked. Lao Zhou's popularity was good. He bought his account up and down in the work unit. It is not easy to get him in the work unit. Maybe he will pay Make your own enemies.

Since he can't be moved in the unit, he has to be moved in other areas, such as the family.

In order to be able to sit on the throne of the head of the field, he had to use his brains. Somehow, Lao Hei thought of Zhang Aihong, the jealous lady in Lao Zhou's family.

Maybe you can use the woman's jealousy to bring down Lao Zhou.

At that time, it was still very feudal, and the best way to bring down a person was to stigmatize him and make everyone think that he had a problem with his life style.

With this idea in mind, Lao Hei began to follow Lao Zhou on the set.

As a studio employee, when patrolling, when he met actors, he would inevitably greet and chat. Lao Hei carried a miniature camera and took pictures of Lao Zhou chatting and greeting the actresses. Some actresses always come to film. Those who were familiar with the conversation would inevitably pat each other on the shoulders and make jokes. Old Hei followed behind and took all the pictures quietly.

After a certain number of these photos have been collected, the photos will be printed out and sent to the school where Zhang Aihong works, signed by Zhang Aihong.

You can imagine how Zhang Aihong, a vinegar jar, feels after receiving these photos.

That day, Zhang Aihong had just finished a class, and she received a call from the reception room, saying that she had her mail downstairs for her to get it.

mail?

Could it be that the hometown sent something?

But what kind of things are you sending?

Parents would call in advance to send things, but they didn’t say anything about sending things when they called in the past two days?

It seems that this thing should not be sent by parents.

Zhang Aihong hurriedly ran downstairs to the reception room.

"Master, do you have my mail?"

The uncle nodded, "Yes. It's all in this pile, I'll find it for you. It's still there just now, I'm so shocked, I can't find it anymore."

While the uncle was looking for mail, Zhang Aihong asked smoothly, "Uncle, where is the mail sent?"

"This city."

"This city?"

Zhang Aihong was taken aback. Her relatives were all in Waifu, and there weren't any particularly close friends in this city, at least not close enough to send herself something.

Who will send this thing?

"Master, where did you call it?"

"Green Film Studio."

Isn't the Youth Film Studio the unit of her husband Lao Zhou? Is it possible that the husband Lao Zhou wants to give himself a gift? But today is not my birthday, my wedding anniversary has just passed, and Valentine's Day has to see you next year.

The more Zhang Aihong pondered, the more things went wrong.

"Uncle, what kind of thing is it?"

"It's just a large kraft paper envelope, which seems to contain many documents, which is quite heavy."

what? Zhang Aihong became more confused as she listened.

At this moment, the uncle slapped his leg, "Look at my memory, you said just come down immediately, I put the envelope into the drawer. I am looking for something on the table now."

After he finished speaking, he took out a cowhide envelope from the drawer and handed it to her.

Zhang Aihong took the envelope, feeling the envelope heavy in his hand.

I glanced at the sender column, but it was not filled in, there was no space.

How is this going?

Anonymous mail?

Since the sender didn't even dare to leave her name, she intuitively told her that there would be no good things in it.

Zhang Aihong went to a quiet place and opened the envelope.

The photos in the envelope smashed, all scattered on the ground.

These are all photos of Lao Zhou chatting with other women. They chatted very happily together. Whenever he thought of Lao Zhou's ignorance to him when he came home, Zhang Aihong was so angry. The point is, all the women who chat with him are beautiful. No wonder Lao Zhou is so happy with them this time.

Is this okay?

With a puff, Zhang Aihong seemed to hear the sound of the vinegar jar cracking.

Zhang Aihong took the photos home angrily before school was over.

Lao Zhou went to work one day and returned home tiredly and found Zhang Aihong was sitting at home watching TV with her legs up.

Son Xiaoguang sits on the sofa and plays with water guns.

As soon as Xiaoguang saw Lao Zhou coming back, he immediately dropped the water gun and jumped into Lao Zhou's arms, "Dad, I'm hungry."

Lao Zhou wanted to find something to eat for his son, but found that the family’s food was not cooked and the water was not burning.

"Aihong, you came back early, and you didn't know how to cook and boil water. When you go home, you hold the TV. What's so interesting about that? The child is hungry, and you don't care."

Zhang Aihong snorted coldly, "Lao Zhou, tell me honestly, what ugly things did you do with me outside?"

"What are you talking about? What's your nerve?"

Seeing that his wife was about to perform the usual unreasonable troubles, Lao Zhou hurriedly put on his apron and went into the kitchen to prepare to cook.

Xiaoguang hurried into the kitchen.

Zhang Aihong ran over and hugged him from behind, "Lao Zhou, do you have other women?"

Lao Zhou couldn't laugh or cry, "I am so busy every day, how can I find other women when I have time?"

"Then what's the matter with these photos?"

Zhang Aihong held those photos in front of Lao Zhou.

Old Monday looked at those pictures and laughed, "Who is so boring, took pictures of me working on the set."

"Don't you say it?"

"What do you want me to say, who doesn't have a woman at work?"

"The point is that these women are not one yet!"

"Aren't you nonsense, there is only one woman who goes to work? Is it illegal to greet female colleagues and clients at work?"

Lao Zhou, who had been tired from work for a day, was very eager to get his wife's care and comfort. He didn't expect that when he entered the house, he would not say anything, and grabbed him to make trouble.

"Zhang Aihong, you want to fight again, don't you?"

"Lao Zhou, you don't tell the truth, do you? I have a way to tell you the truth, you wait for me."

After Zhang Aihong finished speaking, she walked into the bedroom angrily and shut the door heavily.

In the kitchen, Lao Zhou chopped and washed vegetables with a sigh.

Xiaoguang didn't know what his parents were arguing about, but he was still sensible by his father's side, helping him peel garlic.