Chapter 42

  Huang Ying said: I'd rather not, I've been performing for them all along, making me sing such disgusting songs is no different from asking me to sell my body.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng heard it and his heart was racing. He didn't know what to say. He could only recite the lyrics. He... burned his own white vest. And then told me...

  Huang Ying suddenly interrupted him and said: Hey!

  Zuo Xiaolong was startled. The cigarette butt fell onto the paper.

  Huang Ying put away the paper and said: Don't think wildly, the lyrics didn't say it's you.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng could only smile foolishly.

  Huang Ying stepped on the small pedal and said: I'm leaving. See you later.

  Zuo Xiaolong could only send a trite blessing: See you later, we'll meet at the art party. You will definitely get first place.

  Huang Ying stopped the car and turned back to say: It's impossible to be the first, we are all competing for second place. The first one is of course the Tinglin Town Chorus. Right. What's your chorus called?

  Xiao Long was stunned for half a moment. He said in a low voice: Call... Ting Dong Village Chorus.

  The BoBo Cup literary and artistic competition in Tinglin Town started on time on a hot summer day. This day gave the entire town's indigenous residents a sense of expectation, and finally, they could speak their local language freely in the venue. In the days leading up to the competition, the literary and artistic atmosphere here became more intense. The empty field often appeared with crowds of people training. Everyone was discussing who would take away the 50,000 yuan grand prize. However, everyone felt that the officially organized Tinglin Town Chorus was the most likely to win, and this chorus sang the latest works from Tinglin Town.

  Town song - "Ode to Tinglin". The lyrics of this song were originally written by comrades from the cultural station. However, later on, the town mayor took an interest in it and wrote a draft. Then, after hearing about it, the secretary also wrote a draft. Finally, among all the drafts from Tinglin

  Among the officials who came out of Zhen, the current highest-ranking official, Provincial Propaganda Department Director Yuan, heard about this matter and said he also wanted to write a draft. Tinglin Town naturally did not dare to slack off. Adding that Director Yuan is very likely to be transferred to Beijing, they quickly invited Director Yuan back to Tinglin Town to create

  The town's development is a testament to the efforts of Director Yuan, who has been working hard for many years. Thanks to the solid foundation laid by Director Yuan back then, the current development of Tinglin Town has exceeded our imagination. With a pragmatic spirit, we must admit that...

  Hope Minister Yuan can come and visit.

  Director Yuan arrived at Tinglin Town and visited the industrial park. As soon as he got off the car, he was startled by a toad as big as a watermelon. After being introduced by his entourage, Director Yuan laughed and said, "Indeed beyond imagination!"

  The entourage hastily agreed. This is more than the Great Leap Forward defying biological laws.

  Director Yuan walked along the way, reciting poetry all the way. His secretaries took down his poems one by one. The local officials accompanying him would exclaim as soon as Director Yuan opened his mouth: "Good poem! Good poem! Director Yuan's literary talent is still unmatched even after all these years."

  Director Yuan will answer: It's all about material. All rely on accumulation.

  The entire inspection process was very pleasant, the only mistake was that there was once. Director Yuan recited a few lines of poetry, and the person next to him hurriedly said: Good! Good poem!

  Director Yuan said displeased: What the hell, I'm on a phone call.

  The accompanying personnel changed their faces greatly. Lianbao said: Sorry Minister, we didn't see you pick up the phone.

  Director Yuan took off his wireless earbuds and said: You don't even know Bluetooth earbuds. How to scientifically deploy the development view?

  The person accompanying him exclaimed in surprise: I thought it was a hearing aid!

  The minister's secretary hastily interrupted: How can you speak like this?

  Director Yuan said: Forget it. Forget it. Xia Fengyu, children's words are innocent.

  The entourage applauded and cheered: Good poem!