Chapter 222 A different holiday than before
After the Little New Year, the New Year basically begins.
Even those who had to go to work began to fish and do odd jobs.
January 27, 2003, Monday, the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, four days before New Year's Eve.
Qingzhou Culture went to work for the last time this year. This was also Qingzhou Culture’s first long holiday since its establishment.
It’s my first time to start a company, so I have no experience, but according to the routine of film and television dramas, before the holidays, there will be an annual meeting, team building, dinner, red envelopes and so on.
At 8:30 in the morning, everyone arrived and Sun Tao began to solicit everyone's opinions.
"Bah bang bang," Sun Tao clapped his hands, "Please put your hands aside and let me say a few words."
"Well, we will have a holiday starting tomorrow. We will close the door and lock it, and then go to work on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. Xiaoying, have you been informed of the holiday?"
Wu Xiaoying nodded, "Well, okay, I'll stick it on the rolling shutter after the door is locked."
"Well, okay, that's basically it for this year.
I just looked at the registered users of Haitang.com and I don’t know what’s going on. It’s like blowing air. There are more than 30,000 people, but we don’t need to worry about it. When we have time, we go up to LOOKLOOK. When we have no time, we pull it down. We are like raising chickens. Like, free range!
Oh, by the way, I think other companies will hold annual meetings. Let’s see if we can hold one too, find a place to have a meal, and then go to sing karaoke... Bring Li Qinglei, Wang Can, Feifei, Li Bing They all shouted..."
Sun Tao's voice became softer and softer, because the faces of the three girls didn't look too good.
Li Xiaojun pouted, "I think you spend a lot of money. If you have enough money to eat, it would be great to send us an 888 red envelope."
Qin Boya, "I think so, there are just a few of us, we can't even sit at a big table and we are holding an annual meeting..."
Qin Boya, Li Xiaojun, Wu Xiaoying, "I think you look like an annual party!!! Hahaha."
Sun Tao, who was laughed at by the crowd, didn't care, "Okay, that's all I said anyway. I can't afford the red envelope of 888. I prepared the opening package of 666 and will give it to everyone at work on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year."
Qin Boya covered her head and said, "Oh my god, you have to say it. You have such a leaky mouth, and all the expectations are gone..."
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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Sun Tao returned to the company from the Cultural Bureau's commendation meeting.
Wu Xiaoying is the only one in the company.
"Sister Qin bought a train ticket for two o'clock in the afternoon, and she left without eating lunch.
Manager Li said that she sent you all the authorized and fully purchased music information using QQ. His brother drove to pick her up, and she left when she was done..."
"Where are you? How are you celebrating the New Year?"
"Me? I'm alone. I have food, drink, heating, TV, and the Internet, and I don't have to look at anyone. This is the happiest year I've ever had in these years."
This girl was so pitiful, but Sun Tao couldn't bring her home, and she would be his wife.
Sun Tao couldn't give this kind of promise.
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January 29, 2003, Wednesday, the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month.
Sun Tao took the train to Jinjiadou and walked for more than an hour before returning home.
When it snows, someone will sweep it immediately. It's in the city.
In rural areas, you basically have to walk when you go out. Bicycles and electric scooters have long since ceased to work. Even cars are like baboons in the snow. The key problem is that there is a vast expanse of white everywhere and you can’t see the road. If you accidentally drive into the snow, you will play. It's over.
"You little thing, didn't you say that the previous company had a holiday? Why don't you come back after the holiday? What are you doing outside during the Chinese New Year?" Ye Fen nagged while slapping the snow off Sun Tao's body. .
"You can't stop saying a few words. My son is now a boss, so what can I do? Isn't it normal to treat him to a guest or give him a gift? Long hair makes him short of knowledge." Sun Tao rubbed his big black hair The dog's eyes were narrowed into slits and its tail was shaking like a propeller. It knew best that Sun Tao had big bones every time he came back.
Regardless of whether he is Teacher Sun, Boss Sun, or Brother Sun outside, when he returns to his hometown, he becomes the child of the second child again. Taotao... In the eyes of the old man, Sun Tao is still the half-grown child.
But among young people, Sun Tao has already become a god!
Hearing that Sun Tao was back, a group of half-grown boys and girls rushed to the Sun family's shack from Xiaoli Village and Jinjiadou in the wind and snow.
Sun Tao arrived home at 10:30 in the morning, and his admirers began to arrive one after another in the afternoon.
Of course, Sun Tao's family had not been divorced before they came.
[Brother, do you think our Sun family members all have artistic talents? 】
[Uncle Jiu, have you really met Gao Xiaosong? So do you know Lao Lang? 】
[Brother Tao, have you seen Tian Zhen? Have you ever seen a little swallow? Have you met Na Ying? I heard that you are both from a music company. 】
[Brother, how can I become a singer? 】
[Brother, what is the Spring Festival Gala like? 】
Sun Yang and his wife also came, but Zhang Cui's sister-in-law never mentioned the "Wu'an Talent Show" again. She just followed a group of children quietly and listened to Sun Tao talk about his experiences.
Talking about the creation experience of "Down the Mountain", what he saw in Hangzhou, how "Divination" was written, and what the Spring Festival Gala is like. The Spring Festival Gala they talked about was still the Jishi Spring Festival Gala, and it was also sung in the Spring Festival Gala of CCTV Sun Tao's song has not spread to this small mountain village yet.
"Tao, did you really review the program with the Spring Festival Gala director?" Zhang Cui finally couldn't help but ask.
Sun Tao glanced at Zhang Cui, who had a big belly. Perhaps she was still conscious and realized what it meant for her husband to have such a cousin.
"The rumors outside are all exaggerated. Actually, that's what it's like to live in society. Everyone carries the sedan chair. You support me and I support you. I just followed and stood in the director's room. Actually, I don't have any opinion. Never mentioned it.”
Zhang Cui chuckled and said, "That's nonsense. Then why don't they let me enter the director's room to stand up?"
Sun Yang, "Hey, Tao, there are so many beautiful actresses at the party, have you chosen any one? I heard..."
Sun Yang looked at the younger children around him, "Have you finished your winter vacation homework? Why are you hanging around here?"
[Hahaha, I know, Brother Yang wants to talk about unspoken rules. My dad said that if Brother Yang becomes a director, he won’t have to worry about finding a wife. Then there will be many beautiful girls crawling into his bed...]< br>
[My mother and third aunt said the same thing. 】
Sun Yang, "Damn it, what kind of parents are these? If they say this in front of their children, will the future generations of the Sun family be worried?"
[Brother Yang, what does it mean to be worried? 】
Sun Yang, "Fuck you, Tao, is that what happened?"
Sun Tao chuckled, "That's all nonsense. Which actor who can attend the Spring Festival Gala is not a local celebrity? It's a shame to do that. What you are talking about all happened in the film and television industry. Singing and dancing still rely on real skills."< br>
Zhang Cui pursed her lips and said, "Tao, I heard that you are making a movie together with Mr. Luo from Buckingham..."
Sun Yang, "Hey, you must be following the unspoken rules."
All the young men looked at Sun Tao with envy, their eyes glowing green.
Throughout the Spring Festival, Sun Tao was surrounded by waves of admirers.
But, to be honest, he didn't hate this feeling.
(End of chapter)