Siheyuan: Xu Damao, I want to go to the moon

Xu Damao smiled and shook his head: "Brother Li, there is no end to making money, and the Lou family really can't take out more supplies."

That was all he had to say. Xu Damao expressed his attitude. He was still thinking about what reason to give for gradually reducing the supply, for example, maybe the Lou family's fishing boats were overloaded for a long time and finally couldn't bear the weight, and one or two of them sank?

This reason may be true.

As for what was mentioned above, as long as we can get the unplanned materials, we don’t ask where they come from.

Xu Damao believed that the original intention was true, but he did not believe that no one would investigate the matter afterwards.

Ten thousand kilograms is reasonable, and one hundred thousand kilograms...isn't that the same for coastal fishing companies?

Now it's all public-private partnership, how did you get 100,000 jin? How big is your fleet?

The truth will be revealed with just a little investigation.

Xu Damao is living a very comfortable life now. He wants to contribute to the country, but he also has to consider his own abilities. If he is liquidated in the end, it would harm his entire family, which would not be worth the loss.

The rest of the time is to live a peaceful life, develop the Moon and Crescent Kingdom, and use the Crescent Kingdom to help the country as much as possible to avoid attracting attention.

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In the afternoon, he was slacking off in the Propaganda Department, reading newspapers and magazines, especially the "Huaguo Film" which was founded in October 56. It is one of the few film magazines that can be displayed openly on the table. It happened that a new issue came out, and Xu Damao was reading it with relish.

The Propaganda Department had a small reading room, which also had magazines such as Fine Arts, Film Art Translation Series, Chinese Language, Music Technology Learning Series, Chinese Light Industry, Science and Technology News, Journal of Internal Medicine, Literary Review, People's Literature, People's Daily, Sprout, Childhood, Popular Film, People's Pictorial, etc. There was also a Russian learning material, which Xu Damao wrote down, but without oral guidance, he could only say that he could understand it.

There is no special trick. Just scan all 4K image images and save them. When needed, the system will directly retrieve them from the database, which is faster than looking up the dictionary yourself.

For the books here, Xu Damao would write down the interesting ones himself, and for the boring ones, he would just turn the pages and scan, letting the system help him remember.

Sometimes I feel like drawing something. When I was in college, I was good at sketching, quick sketching, comics, and cartoon design. But now, drawing comics in the office (not the comic book style of satirizing current affairs, but only animation)?

That's a small life and a big beauty. How did you learn it? Do you have any connection with hostile forces abroad? That's courting death!

So Xu Damao had to endure it, mainly because he was afraid of trouble.

There was a political review before he took office at the speaker factory, and the problem of him speaking English was mentioned at that time.

Xu Damao was very confused at the time, and then he realized that he had said NO. He was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry about the words BBOX. Just a few words made you guys so nervous. If you knew that I had passed the third level of English in the school, wouldn't you kill me directly?

The excuse Xu Damao gave was that as a projectionist at the steel mill, he had shown the "internal reference film" to the leaders, something the leaders had all seen. As a projectionist, it wouldn't be excessive for me to learn about it and hear a few lines, right?

Besides, my memory, Xu Damao, is exceptionally good. Would you like to try it on the spot?

When they heard that it involved leaders and internal reference films, the comrades who came to examine Xu Damao immediately fell silent. It was normal for the projectionist who showed the "internal reference film" to the leaders to know some foreign languages.

So although the fact that he could speak English was recorded, there was no problem as it had a normal source.

Portrait painting? Sketching?

If I really knew you could draw these, what would I do if I caught you to draw on the wall or write big-character posters? You would be exhausted!

filming?

I would like to try it out, but this is a steel mill. There are no equipment and no actors. Besides, isn't it a waste of time to make a movie here?

writing a novel?

Don't be funny. If you write a novel now, a strong wind will kill you later!

As for those modern poems like "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light", Xu Damao doesn't remember much of this type. If he really publishes them, there will be no follow-up, and it will be troublesome if he is questioned about them.

Moreover, there is not much manuscript fee now, let alone royalties. As for getting Mr. Jin's work out in advance - Xu Damao said that he didn't remember it all, and it was impossible to publish it in China, it was purely a thankless task.

As for writing "To Live", "Drawing Sword", "My Captain, My Regiment", "The Three-Body Problem"... those are all acts of seeking death, and Xu Damao can't remember them all.

So I gave up the idea of ​​writing novels to kill time.

Write red songs?

There is indeed nothing wrong with this!

Because just like the "short, flat and fast" that is emphasized in design, it is easy to remember the whole thing, and once it becomes popular, it will become a definite amulet!

So Xu Damao was bored, so he took a notebook and slowly recalled and wrote down, but he often made mistakes. From time to time, he went to the reading room to look up some information to avoid the problem of conflicting songs. When there was insufficient information, he even asked for leave to go to the library to look it up. He was so nervous during the past few days that he finally remembered several red songs. However, his behavior further confirmed his new nickname "Xu Da Artist".

Think about it, the deputy director of a speaker factory, who was originally quite handsome and promising, was suddenly "demoted" to deputy director of the Propaganda Department, from a full section chief to a deputy section chief. Isn't that a demot?

His hair is messy and he doesn't care about his appearance. He writes and draws in a notebook all day long. From time to time, he suddenly sings a few lines. It's scary!

Is this a blow?

Xu Damao didn't care what others said about him. Now his apprentice Liu Guangtian was in charge of showing movies. He just chatted, read books, and occasionally went to the cafeteria to tease Sha Zhu. He entered the retirement life of a high-paid cadre in advance and was very comfortable. Even if he went to the countryside to show movies, it was just a business trip at public expense to relax him. It would be even better if he could go to Qinjiatun.

I wouldn’t trade this kind of life for a factory director!

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And on this leisurely and boring afternoon, someone suddenly came over.

"Comrade Xu Damao, hello. I'm sorry about the incident at the speaker factory last time..."

Xu Damao came back to his senses when he heard a pleasant and soft voice coming from the other side.

It turned out that Li Huaide brought You Fengxia to see him.

Are you here to get the music?

But what does sorry mean?

After Li Huaide's explanation, Xu Damao finally understood.

It turns out that You Fengxia thought she was demoted because she went out to collect folk songs to write songs, so she was absent during the inspection.

However, this is indeed the only written reason I can come up with. After all, the reason I asked for leave was to go out and collect inspiration for writing songs, but this matter has nothing to do with the work at the speaker factory.

So You Fengxia felt guilty and thought that she was the one who harmed Xu Damao.

Xu Damao waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay. It has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself."

No matter what, Xu Damao would not use this as an excuse to embarrass the little girl. That would be too tasteless. It was just an excuse made by the higher-ups. The key issue was that Xu Damao was uncontrollable.

However, the more Xu Damao said this, the more uncomfortable You Fengxia felt. She was demoted from the promising position of deputy director of a speaker factory to deputy chief of the propaganda department with no real power and only responsible for showing movies. It was all her fault.

Ruining someone's future is like killing their parents. The more You Fengxia thought about it, the more guilty she felt. The more guilty she felt, the sadder she became, and then - she just started crying.

Xu Damao was completely stunned——

Auntie, you are crying in front of so many people in this Propaganda Department.

You think I'm living too comfortably, don't you?

At this moment, a cold and deadly gaze shot out from behind Xu Damao.

It turned out that the announcer Liu Lan was secretly watching Xu Damao at the door——

[Humph! Scumbag! ]