The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

After the performance, the host stood on the stage with a microphone and shouted excitedly,

"May is the return of spring to the earth!"

“May is full of flowers!”

"May is the time when spring flowers are blooming and full of vitality. It is..."

"Thank you everyone for your wonderful performance. Happy time always passes quickly. Now please pick up a pen and paper, write down the program you think is the most exciting on paper, and put it in this box,"

The host pointed to a wooden box placed on the table in front of the stage, "Select the most popular program of this artistic performance."

The workers in the auditorium lined up in an orderly manner, picked up a pen from the table, wrote down their favorite program on a square piece of paper, and then placed it in a wooden box.

After everyone finished writing, the host called a few people to come up and count the votes in public.

"One vote for the poem recitation "Dead Water"!"

"One vote for "Yellow River Cantata"!"

"One vote for the dance "Storm"!"

"One vote for the dance "Storm"!"

At this time, Xia Meng and the people from the security department were standing not far away, listening to the host on the stage reading out the votes. There was a blackboard on the stage. Which program was read, just add a stroke under it and write the word '正' way to record the number of votes.

"Section Chief," Tian Zhiwen excitedly came to Xia Meng's side and kept mumbling,

"The show we performed received the most votes, haha... We will definitely get first place this time!"

Zhou Haiyang was also rarely overjoyed, talking in low voices with his friends around him, and looking up at the stage from time to time, with undisguised joy in his eyes.

Seeing them here, many workers, both familiar and unknown, gathered around to say hello to them.

"What kind of dance are you dancing? I've never seen it before?"

"Where did you learn it? Can you teach me?"

We are all young people and can chat easily. After a while, many people knew that Xia Meng taught them this dance.

"Hi! Chief Xia is so versatile!"

"Yes, a girl as talented as Chief Xia should be assigned to the publicity department or song and dance troupe of our factory. Why was she assigned to the security department?"

"Does your foot still hurt?" Gu Ye and Xia Meng were standing in the corner, very close to each other. Gu Ye was a little worried about Xia Meng.

Xia Meng shook his head, "Don't worry, it's already healed."

Gu Ye quietly held Xia Meng's hand and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good!"

Soon, the statistical results came out.

The host took the microphone and announced happily,

"The most popular show to win this show is--"

""storm!""

As soon as the host finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out instantly.

Everyone in the Security Department jumped up and down with joy, "Section Chief, we won!"

"Haha...we won!"

Seeing everyone's happy faces, Xia Meng was also very happy.

But at this moment, Director Wang had a dark face and hurriedly walked onto the stage. He grabbed the microphone directly from the hands of the host who was at a loss, stood in the center of the stage, and said loudly,

"I declare this vote invalid!"

Everyone was shocked, especially the people in the security department. They were all shocked by Factory Director Wang's words, and they didn't react for a while.

After reacting, he immediately became furious:

"why?"

"Why?"

"Give us a reason!"

"Pah!" Zhou Haiyang slapped Tian Zhiwen on the head and stared at Director Wang on the stage with sinister eyes.

"What reason do you want?"

"We won the first place and won it fair and square, so why doesn't it count? No matter what the reason is, we can't be deprived of our first place."

Tian Zhiwen covered his head, ignoring the pain and couldn't help but nod.

"Yes! Brother Zhou is right!"

The young workers in the audience were excited. "The Storm" was their number one choice, so why wouldn't it count?

Factory Director Wang yelled unhappily, "Quiet! Quiet!"

After the audience calmed down, Director Wang said with a cold expression, word by word, confidently,

"I don't like the show "The Storm" very much. What's that dance about? It's like a dance master. Do you think it looks good? Is it beautiful? Is there any beauty in it?"

"It's simply deviant! How can such an unattractive thing win first place?"

Director Wang doesn't like "Storm" because he thinks Storm is too unique. This is the first time he's seen someone dancing like that. It's just nonsense.

Of course, the main reason is that he doesn't like Xia Meng!

Why was his daughter ridiculed by everyone when she performed on stage? Xia Meng could win first place by dancing!

If Xia Meng takes first place this time, she will never take him as the factory director seriously in the future. Absolutely not!

"looks good!"

"Yeah, I think it looks pretty!"

Xia Meng's dark eyes stared straight at Factory Director Wang on the stage, with a cold and faint low pressure surrounding her body.

"Xia Meng?" Gu Ye shook Xia Meng's hand, "Leave this matter to me and I'll handle it."

"No," Xia Meng let go of Gu Ye's hand, "I can handle it," Xia Meng said and walked up to the stage.

Seeing the chaotic noise and dissatisfied rebuttals in the audience, Director Wang felt angry and felt that his authority as director had been challenged.

Subconsciously, Director Wang glanced at the audience and happened to see Xia Meng walking towards the stage.

Factory Director Wang frowned, feeling suffocated.

The former security section chief was his. No matter what he said or did, the security section chief had to be obedient and as loyal as a dog. He would bite whoever he was told to bite!

Now Xia Meng is always against him, it's really... an eyesore!

Factory Director Wang who lost the security section chief was like an ancient emperor who lost control of the army.

Without the support of force, Director Wang would naturally lose the confidence to be arrogant and do whatever he wants.

At this time, Xia Meng also walked onto the stage. She walked towards Director Wang step by step, her steps were unhurried and her face was calm.

But Director Wang looked at Xia Meng's dark, bottomless eyes like a deep lake. They were calm on the surface, but they always gave him an uneasy feeling of hidden murderous intent.

"What are you doing up here?" Director Wang glared at Xia Meng displeased, "Get off here!"

Xia Meng didn't answer. She didn't stop until she was one meter away from Director Wang, and asked in a calm tone,

"why?"

Director Wang sneered impatiently, "Didn't I just say that? Your dance is not good-looking. It is not dancing at all. You are not qualified to win first place."

"That's what you think," Xia Meng counterattacked, "Since we are choosing the most popular program, your thoughts are not important. What matters is what everyone thinks?"

After Xia Meng finished speaking, he looked at the workers in the audience.

"Yes, Chief Xia is right!"

"As long as we like it!"

"That's right, who cares whether you like it or not, as long as we like it!"

Listening to the noisy but unanimous opposition to his voice in the audience, Director Wang's nose was almost twisted with anger.

"You...what do you know?"

"I am the factory director, you all have to listen to me."

"Already listening to you?" Xia Meng sneered, with sarcasm in his eyes.

"Director, have you forgotten that this factory does not belong to you? This job belongs to the country, belongs to the collective, and belongs to every worker in the factory, not you!"

“Your opinion doesn’t matter, the workers’ opinions do!”

When Director Wang heard this, his expression stiffened for a moment, but he was unable to refute.

The factory directors of this era were not as powerful as the private ownership factory directors (chairmen) of later generations.

For later generations of chairman, the factory is private, and the chairman has the final say. The workers are slaves who work for the chairman to make money. Workers can only earn a small part of the money, and most of the money is taken away by the capitalists. .

Factory directors in this era have great power, but they never dare to act arbitrarily. They use workers as slaves and can be used as slaves as they please. The factory directors are also beating workers!

Seeing Factory Director Wang's face turned the color of pig liver due to her anger, Xia Meng twitched the corner of her mouth and asked with a smile,

"You think so? Director Wang."