1979 Golden Age

The cold wind is biting.

Chen Qi came out of CCTV and quickly sorted out the matter in his mind: the so-called bourgeois style is serious, whether it is big or small, or it is not a problem at all. The key depends on whether the people above are pursuing it.

According to the procedure, Gong Xue should indeed be taken for a conversation.

Who reported it?

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He first ruled out Beijing Film Studio. Beijing Film Studio had been trained by him several times and had long since become honest, so the only candidates could be CCTV personnel or other performers.

There are always people who think that the folk customs in the 1980s were simple and simple!

Let’s not talk about severe crackdowns. Let’s just talk about the system, state-owned enterprises, and major factories. In order to allocate housing, evaluate professional titles, promote promotions, increase wages, win awards, etc., even simply because they dislike others, reporting letters are flying all over the sky, and people are The brain can produce a pig's brain.

This is an era that is very keen on reporting.

First, the collision of old and new ideas and interests will produce a large number of contradictions. Second, the masses have power, and if you report something, the superiors must take it seriously.

Even he himself was reported from time to time before he established a foothold in earning foreign exchange.

"My silly sister, wait for me to save you!"

"Don't ever admit it. If you admit it, you'll be ruined."

Chen Qi covered his face with a scarf, rode back to Lechunfang, picked up a report he had prepared, and hurried to the Ministry of Culture.

…………

office.

Ding Qiao was also a little worried.

He naturally knew about Gong Xue's affairs. For Xiao Chen's sake, he had to take care of him no matter what, but he couldn't make it too obvious. The main thing is that Xiao Chen will be back in the past few days. Young people are impulsive. If someone comes to be angry and becomes a beauty, it will be very detrimental to future development.

It had not been long since he took office as a new official, so he valued this extraordinary subordinate very highly and did not want to be affected.

"Dingle bell!"

The phone rang suddenly and he picked it up to listen.

"Old Ding!"

"Hey, why did you call me?"

"There's a lot of talk in the newspapers about you organizing the Spring Festival Gala. I'm also itching to see it, so I called to ask! How is it? How are the preparations going?"

"It's okay, it went relatively smoothly."

"But how come I heard that there was some trouble and that Comrade Gong Xue was reported?"

"What on earth do you want to say?"

"Hey, what I mean is that since the public has objections to her, they shouldn't get involved. There are so many talented people in the country, and you can't choose one to be the host?"

Ding Qiao frowned, how could a party be so popular?

He understood what the other party meant, but did not want to agree. He said: "The Spring Festival Gala is personally approved by the leaders of the Ministry of Truth. It is organized by the Ministry of Culture, with assistance from Radio, Television and CCTV. Who will host it is decided collectively."

"Oh, I'm just asking casually, so I won't bother you anymore. I wish you success!"

The other party hung up.

“There’s so much trouble in the literary and art world!”

Ding Qiao suddenly felt something. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there have been a lot of bad things happening in the literary and art circles. How strict was the atmosphere, let alone now?

After sitting for a while, the secretary came in and said: "Comrade Chen Qi is here!"

"He's back?"

"Said he just arrived today."

"Let him in!"

Ding Qiao shook his head, everything came together.

Xiao Chen was smiling, but he knew that this young man had a big temper and could not bear to be wronged. If Gong Xue was mentioned, he would have to advise him not to turn a small matter into a big one and end badly.

"Minister Ding!"

"Xiao Chen, why did you come back just after landing and didn't rest at home?"

"I was really anxious and couldn't rest, so I had no choice but to run here..."

Chen Qi looked serious. Seeing this, Ding Qiao confirmed his suspicion. He thought that Gong Xue would be mentioned in the next sentence, so he had already prepared a draft... But the other party didn't even mention it. Instead, he said: "It's just the beginning of the new year, so I'll reply too." Beijing, I have gained a lot in one year, and I can’t wait to report it to you.

Would you like to hold a meeting so that I can report on my work? "

Um?

Ding Qiao was a little confused and asked: "The report is okay. Everyone likes to listen to your report, but are you too impatient? Tomorrow?"

"There is so much good news. I can't wait for tomorrow. I have to invite comrades from the Hong Kong and Macao Affairs Office and the Taiwan Affairs Group, and preferably from the foreign affairs department!"

"What are you doing with the foreign affairs department?"

"That's it..."

Chen Qi said a few words, and Ding Qiao's eyes widened and he shouted: "You are so bold, you really dare to think about anything!"

"I reported this to everyone before the filming of this film. This is a good opportunity for us to conduct cultural exchanges with foreign countries, develop international friends, and establish an international image. We cannot waste it. I don't know when the next time will be?"

"Let me think about it!"

Ding Qiao drank half a jar of tea in one breath, put it down and said: "There is no need to invite the foreign affairs department and the Taiwan team. Even if they need to report, it must be reported by our Ministry of Culture, not through others."

"Yes, that's right, or you've thought it over carefully."

"You kid, stop flattering me. You have no sincerity in flattering me!"

Ding Qiao laughed and cursed, then immediately picked up the phone and ordered: "Please invite relevant cadres of the ministry and comrades from the Hong Kong and Macao Affairs Office to come and hold a meeting in the afternoon!"

…………

morning.

In the Tongzi Building, many people were making breakfast. The small stoves in the corridor were connected to each other, cooking porridge, noodles, hot leftovers, and steaming multigrain buns. The steam was rising, and the corridor was actually warm.

Gong Xue got up early, washed and dressed, and prepared to go to the CCTV cafeteria for breakfast.

This month, she went there several times a week to participate in rehearsals, and became more and more familiar with the script and the new identity of the host.

"Good morning, Teacher Zhang!"

"Oh, you are dressed so beautifully, and you are going to the TV station again?"

"Well, what delicious food are you making?"

"Make some cornmeal porridge, would you like to try it?"

"No, thank you. I have a bad stomach. If I eat and then choke on the cold wind on the way, I am afraid I will have a stomachache. I'm leaving first!"

Gong Xue said goodbye to her neighbors, wearing a small white hat, a scarf, and carrying a bag and disappeared. Teacher Zhang said: "Why do you say you are a Shanghainese? You are so exquisite, oh, you can't compare!"

Going downstairs, she rode her women's bicycle out.

Before leaving the compound, she was suddenly stopped by two people.

Gong Xue was startled by the two guys who appeared and almost fell. She propped herself on the ground with one foot and asked, "Who are you? Are you looking for me?"

"Comrade Gong Xue!"

"The organization wants to talk to you, please cooperate."

"Me?"

She was stunned and asked, "Did I make any mistakes?"

"Whether I made any mistakes or not depends on the organization. Some people report that you live a luxurious and corrupt life and have serious bourgeois style... Come with us."

The visitor might also be a fan of the movie. He said a few more words for her sake, and his attitude was generally mild.

But Gong Xue shuddered all over, and a memory buried in her mind was brought up again. It was more than ten years ago when she was standing on the school playground and was lectured, reprimanded, and ridiculed...

She followed him blankly.

She lowered her head along the way, and felt that everyone around her was looking at her, as if she had returned to those days in the past.

"Living a luxurious and corrupt life... bourgeois style..."

She silently recited these "charges" and realized that it might be because of her usual dress that upset some people, so she was reported. Then she was very upset and knew that she should not dress up earlier.

If she had her previous personality, she would definitely think this way, and then nothing would happen. But at this moment, she couldn't help but have another thought: "Even if I don't dress up, even if this incident didn't happen, I might still be reported.

Because Gang Gang said that mediocre people are not envied, just like when Gang Gang was in the Beijing Film Studio, there were always people who made trouble for him, but he solved them later..."

"Hmm!"

When this thought came out, she blinked, as if she was also wondering: Why do I think this way?

(There are three more chapters in the evening)