The director backstage also heard Xi Nancheng's voice. He pressed the headset directly and said, "Quick, connect Meng Fu."
Each guest has a headset.
"It's all my fault, I forgot this." Sang Yu lowered his head, blaming himself.
He Yongfei comforted in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with you."
When Xi Nancheng said this, He Miao also realized what was going on. The lace of his other shoe was untied. He quickly got up and ran forward to find Meng Fu.
After passing the corner, I saw Meng Fu's back.
She had already walked to the counter, placed one hand on the counter, and curled the fingers of the other hand, ready to knock on the table.
Seeing this scene, He Miao's pupils shrank and she quickly said, "Dad Meng, stop!"
Meng Fu didn't knock it down, he just tilted his head and glanced at He Miao.
There are other members reading books on the first floor of the library.
These club members naturally know the rules of the Go club. They basically borrow books by themselves. Some books cannot be borrowed, so they stay at the reading table and read quietly, which is very far away from the counter.
The people from the program crew walked softly downstairs and filmed quietly.
He Miao's voice exploded on the first floor, as if turning on some kind of switch. The atmosphere on the first floor instantly became strange, and other members looked at He Miao in shock.
Xi Nancheng's heart sank. He couldn't stop He Miao and quickly walked to Meng Fu.
Behind the counter, the person on the recliner stretched out his hands full of grooves and slowly took off his hat.
As soon as the camera crew came in, Mr. Lei left a deep impression on them.
Now that he had taken off his hat, the show's camera did not dare to take pictures of his face, only Meng Fu and Xi Nancheng.
Xi Nancheng pulled Meng Fu aside. His voice was low and he spoke respectfully to Mr. Lei behind the counter: "Mr. Lei, I am Xi Nancheng, a disciple of Mr. Ge. Today the program team came to the library to record the program. Yes, our people don’t understand the rules of the library and disturb your rest.”
The voice was very respectful and a little cautious.
Not far away, He Miao also realized that she had just spoken.
He followed Xi Nancheng and walked over. As he approached, he felt the pressure from Mr. Lei. He did not dare to look up at Manager Lei, so he only lowered his head and apologized to Mr. Lei.
Then he grabbed Meng Fu's sleeve and mouthed to Meng Fu: "Dad Meng, we don't want the management manual. Let's go upstairs to record the program first!"
After being in the circle for so long, He Miao also knows the rules of the circle.
Even Xi Nancheng was so nervous, he knew that this person in the Go club was not simple.
I'm afraid today's shooting won't be able to go ahead normally.
Meng Fu glanced at him, without any nervousness on his face, and even raised his eyebrows: "... mute?"
Seeing that Meng Fu was still talking, He Miao's eyes widened. He was indeed his father, Meng Fu, but now was not the time to show off his anger.
"No," He Miao pulled Meng Fu aside and explained in a low voice, "This person is..."
At the same time, the director's voice also sounded in Meng Fu's headset, "Meng Fu, please leave with Teacher Xi quickly..."
Meng Fu waved his hand and easily avoided He Miao's hand. He did not listen to the director's words and only looked at Mr. Lei. His voice was calm and slow, "Manager Lei, do you have a library management manual here?"
"Director, what should we do now? If the Go club is angry because of this and won't let us continue recording..." Backstage, the staff member responsible for recording the video looked at the director and frowned.
The director looked at Meng Fu's calm face on the video. He didn't know what he was thinking of and shook his head: "Let's take a look first."
**
On Meng Fu's side, after she finished speaking, Xi Nancheng beside her frowned, "Mr. Lei, I'm sorry, this is..."
Mr. Lei had just been woken up by someone. His slightly brown eyes were a bit fierce, the whites of his eyes were slightly bloodshot, there was a long scar on the edge of his eyebrow bone, and his face was very fierce.
He was very impatient and saw that the volcano would erupt in the next second.
Hearing Meng Fu's voice, he finally looked at Meng Fu, who fell silent before the volcano erupted.
"Management manual?" After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice a little dry.
"There are more than 700 borrowed books on the third floor that are not classified. It's too troublesome for your Go club to classify them, so we can't sort them out." Meng Fu explained to the other party politely.
After hearing Meng Fu's words, Mr. Lei paused slightly, "... Are you looking for me if we can tell you apart?"
Meng Fu was confident and not afraid at all: "Aren't you the president?"
Mr. Lei couldn't refute for a while, "...I'll ask others if they have."
He was silent for a moment, then slowly took out his mobile phone and made a call to ask if the library had a classification management manual.
After saying a few simple words, he hung up the phone, then stood up from the wicker chair, looked at Meng Fu, and pointed to the wicker chair behind him: "Would you like to sit?"
"No." Meng Fu refused.
Probably a few minutes later.
A young man ran over quickly outside the door.
In the October weather, a large amount of sweat rolled down his forehead. It was obvious that he ran over in a hurry. He bent down respectfully and handed a small book to Mr. Lei, "Mr. Lei."
Mr. Lei took it and handed it to Meng Fu, "That's it. Take a look."
Meng Fu took it and flipped through it. These were all dry information written down by the staff, and the classification standards were very clear.
Mr. Lei watched her flipping through her notes and asked, "Is this what you want?"
"Just so-so," Meng Fu closed his diary, "Then I'll continue recording the show."
The two of them were talking to each other, not taking into account the state of the people around them.