"There is a program that we want to record in our team next month, and several leaders are discussing it."
Why did Lin Luxiao look a bit unconvinced, and squinted at the instructor. Over there, a leader knocked on the table and called him: "Lu Xiao, after discussing with several directors, I still feel that this matter should be handed over to you." You are in charge, what do you think?"
Lin Luxiao turned his head and looked over, "What are you responsible for?"
"Beixun Satellite TV's program, the instructor of the program group has been contacted. It will last half a month, and the team will join the team in the middle of next month. You will be the chief executive instructor of this program, and you will be responsible for arranging their training and exercises. At that time There are six artists participating, three female artists and three male artists. The program team has also communicated with them. In order to reflect our military discipline and fire education more truly, they will be treated as ordinary recruits. They should be trained as they should. If you scold, you can scold, and you can report to your superiors if you don’t obey the discipline, and you will be expelled from the team.”
It's really hard to make a decision on this matter. Lin Luxiao has always disliked this form of publicity. He feels that many things are easily exaggerated once they are put on TV. "Show" ingredients.
He was too lazy to participate in even the usual firefighting promotional videos. This time he was going to record such a big satellite TV program, and he, the chief executive instructor, was the last to know about such a big event. Apparently a few leaders have figured out his temperament, and put six people in his team, is it to drive ducks to the shelves
"If I'm all expelled from the team, can I end the filming early?"
Hearing this, the instructor looked at him in shock, kicked him under the table, and gritted his teeth: "What did you say, little brat?"
"I don't care what you do to me. If you're really capable, you can send them all back. At worst, let the program crew cancel this trip. Our team will release a fire protection publicity at the end of the year. This matter has been blocked, but I just ask you two things." The old leader smiled knowingly, and made two comparisons, "First, it doesn't matter how strict the training is, but their safety must be guaranteed. Second, show the military style and discipline of our secret service .”
Lin Luxiao was silent for a while, "Yes."
Afterwards, he briefly explained the work plan for this year. At the end of the meeting, the instructor arranged for extra meals in the cafeteria, but was stopped by the leader, "No need, we don't give special treatment. We will eat whatever you usually eat."
The instructor looked at Lin Luxiao, intending to let him make up his mind.
Lin Luxiao brushed his hair and put on his hat and said, "Just do as the leader says."
There are about 50 people in the squadron, about 20 people more than the average grassroots squadron. The cafeteria is on the second floor. At this point, the soldiers are still training. After smoking two cigarettes, I went in to cook.
As soon as he sat down with a bowl, the leader tapped him with chopsticks and chatted with him: "How is your book?"
Lin Luxiao held the bowl, put a piece of meat into his mouth, chewed a couple of bites and said, "Half and half."
In fact, I really don't have time to watch it. I have been training recruits in other places during this time, and I just stepped into the gate of the squadron, and suddenly I was stuffed with such a program in my hand.
The instructor interjected for him, "It's very serious. I saw him put a few books on the car when he was training in Nanshan some time ago. When our team is serious, there is basically no one else's business."
Lin Luxiao glanced at him, twitched the corners of his mouth, and continued to eat. He has been eating fast since he was a child, and he can eat three or two and a half bowls of rice.
The leader nodded in relief, "I met your dad during a meeting in the city. I told him about it, and he was very supportive. You haven't been home for a long time, have you? Go back and see when you have time. The old man is getting old. , After all, there are some physical inconveniences, the two of you father and son just lack communication, you, you have been bored since you were a child, and you joined the brigade later, this problem has to be corrected."
Lin Luxiao put down the bowl and hummed lightly.
Meng Guohong is the director of the police department of the detachment, and he and Lin Qingyuan are old comrades in arms. He can be regarded as watching Lin Luxiao grow up all the way. He is the only one who knows about the Lin family and knows Lin Luxiao's temper.
"Take out your spirit from the time of the college entrance examination. This matter is not as simple as you think. This time there are not many places, and the competition is very high. Many people rush in. If you don't have any courage no."
Lin Luxiao's eyes stared at him, but he remained silent.
The instructor said: "Our Lin team has nothing, only a little courage left."
Meng Guohong: "I remember you were a fast reader when you were a child. Every time I brought you those military theories, I finished them within a few days and came to my house to ask for new ones. Why has it been so long since this time? Haven't read the book yet?"
Boys like to read guns, tanks and the like when they were young. He especially liked to read military theory. Every time Meng Guohong came to his house, he would bring him a few books. He reads fast and has a good memory. At first, Meng Guohong I thought he would rummage through it, and threw it away if he wasn't interested, but I didn't expect this kid to be able to say something in a clear and straightforward way after meeting a few times later, which sounded like that. So I like this kid even more.
Meng Guohong patted the table and said, "Use snacks. The exam is next month."
Lin Luxiao had already finished his meal, put down the empty seat, sat on the chair, folded his hands in front of his chest, held a toothpick in his mouth, and pressed it twice.
"knew."
…
Nanchu has received a lot of private messages recently, and the number of retweets and fans on Weibo is increasing day by day. Originally, there were only a few hundred thousand fans, half of which were bought by Shen Guangzong, and now they have hundreds of thousands.
That day, Han Beiyao took Shen Guangzong to his office to give a lecture.
The second generation ancestor leaned back on the boss chair with Erlang's legs crossed, "What do you think is her Weibo fans? She bought it with her own money?"
Shen Guangzong: "She can't, she doesn't use Weibo at all, how could she buy fans with her temper."
"Then why did you gain so many followers all of a sudden?"
Shen Guangzong had already analyzed this matter with the team, "Anyway, it's not a good thing, they are all scolding her."
Han Beiyao: "..."
"The gossip account picked up the matter between her and Ran Dongyang and Yan Dai before. Some fans believed that she was the reason for their breakup. Fans of her probably wanted to pay attention to her dynamics so that they could scold her. Some of them belonged to Jiang Ge. The wives group paid attention to her just to scold her, and the rest of them are homeboys, who probably thought she was a third-rate wild model, and came here to play a few hooligans."
Han Beiyao stared, "Are these people perverted?"
"I can only say this. Fortunately, Nan Chu is a girl who is invulnerable and doesn't care. If she were to be replaced by a glass heart like Yan Dai, she would have jumped off the building long ago."
Han Beiyao fell into deep thought, "How's her program going?"
Shen Guangzong was silent for a while, sighed, and said: "I finally know why Jiang Ge is looking for her."
Han Beiyao: "Huh?"
"You knew from the beginning what kind of program it was?"
Han Beiyao didn't speak.
Shen Guangzong has been with Han Beiyao for many years, and he knows very well what his silence means.
"I thought you kind of liked her?"
"Even if you don't like her, people under my banner." Han Beiyao smiled sarcastically, "Do you think I'm so bad? Will you push her into the fire pit?"
Shen Guangzong was silent.
Han Beiyao sighed in a rare way, "To put it bluntly, Jiang Ge's show just wanted to make the artist look ugly and suffer a little bit. The audience laughed and made them feel that celebrities are no different from ordinary people. Everyone else participates like this. Why can't she do it? That girl's temper needs to be tempered like this."
To put it bluntly, she still hated her and wanted to file her spirit.
Shen Guangzong thought in his heart: No wonder he couldn't find first-tier artists, and found some low-level, seventh- and eighth-tier artists. It's no wonder that broken shows can become popular.
In fact, the first two stops were okay, there was no difficulty, just to experience the hard work of ground handling and firefighting. The third stop, jungle adventure, is the purpose of this show. Throw these six artists into the dangerous jungle and see who can persevere In the end, the pain can be imagined.
Han Beiyao was also annoyed, he still didn't want to know whether he was doing right or wrong, but living in such a big dye vat, it is very difficult to live a comfortable life, Nan Chu should be clearer than him about this, thinking so , feeling better again, raised his hand to throw Shen Guangzong out, and when he looked up, he saw a letter of resignation on the table.
…
On this day, Nanchu was rushing home after recording the airport ground handling program. Xigu was helping her pack her things at her home. She walked in, threw her bag aside, threw herself on the bed, and said lazily to Xigu , "Little girl, do you miss me?"
Xi Gu stopped what he was doing, glanced at her, "Yes."
Nan Chu sat up, sat on the head of the bed, and looked at her: "What's wrong? The voice sounds so depressed."
Xigu couldn't hold back any longer, threw himself into her arms, and burst into tears, "I handed in my resignation letter to Mr. Han, and Mr. Han said that if I resigned, he would block me...so I can't find a job...you said Why does he hate me so much... I didn't offend him... "
The little girl's soft and waxy body was lying in her arms, crying pitifully, her small appearance was really distressing.
Nan Chu touched her head to comfort her, "Actually, that's what I mean too."
Xigu got out of her arms in fright, "You want to block me too?!"
Nan Chu rolled his eyes, "We all hope that you don't resign. You've done a good job by my side. Why did you resign because of Han Beiyao's words? He's just naive, he doesn't know how to express himself, and he doesn't know how to express himself." Speak well, and if you pay more attention to him, you will find that he is actually quite cute, but his temper is a bit twisted."
With fluttering eyes, he asked hesitantly, "Really?"
"Since he won't let you quit, why don't you work for a while longer? People in this company are like this. They don't know how to speak, but they are really not bad."
At least compared to her previous team, they looked harmonious on the surface, but in private they wanted to hurt each other to death.
Xi Gu nodded.
Nan Chu rubbed her hair, "Good boy, I'm exhausted, I'll go get some sleep first."
It was only then that Xi Gu noticed that there was a blood mark on the corner of her eyebrows, "What's wrong with you? Why did you get injured while recording a show? Why didn't you allow an assistant for that show?"
Nan Chu turned back and lay on the bed, like a dead fish, motionless: "It's not a human show, Jiang Ge is really a pervert."
She could already imagine the horror of the third issue of the jungle adventure.
Nan Chu looked really tired, Xi Gu couldn't bear to disturb her, so he helped her take off her shoes silently, then covered her with the quilt and turned to go out. The next day, when the two returned to the company, they heard Yan Dai go to Han Beiyao and make a scene.
Among the guests who recorded the show, Golden Harvest Company has two female artists, and the other is Yan Dai.
Shen Guangzong glanced at Nan Chu and waved her to come over, "Do you have any ideas?"
Nan Chu raised his eyelids, "What do you think?"
Shen Guangzong had a stupid expression on his face, "If you really don't want to record, go tell Mr. Han, you say he will agree, and then we will quit if you find an excuse, and I will take another film for you."
After finishing speaking, he saw a deep red bloodstain on the corner of Nan Chu's eyebrows, and his expression changed: "What's going on with you?"
Nan Chu rubbed the corners of his brows, "I accidentally got hurt while recording the show."
"You are an entertainer! How can you hurt your face!"
"Got it, pay attention next time." Nan Chu said lightly.
Shen Guangzong glared at her: "Do you want to understand, do you want to record it?"
Nanchu: "Record, it's quite fun."
When the three of them entered, Yan Dai was throwing a notebook inside, and Han Beiyao sat on the sofa with a cold expression on his face. When he saw them coming in, he said, "I told you when I was on this show, it's different from the pretentious effects in the past. Didn't you take it seriously at the time? Nanchu went and you also went, didn't you tell me that? When you've had enough trouble, go out. "
Yan Dai: "I thought the ground handling check at the airport was a security inspector. Who knew that they would also have to pick up and drop passengers off the plane, help passengers find lost items, accept complaints from passengers, appease those who missed the flight, and bring tea and water to them. I was almost beaten up!! And when something happened, the program team didn’t know what they were doing, so they just hid aside and only knew how to shoot, I told them not to shoot, and they insisted on filming your ugly appearance, what’s the point of such a program ?”
Han Beiyao: "Do you think that doing the show now is to drink coffee outside and bask in the sun, and go on vacation in Hawaii? Do you think you are qualified?"
That's right.
This is a materialistic society where the jungle preys on the strong.
…
Despite this, Yan Dai reported on time on the day the fire station started recording.
A group of six people carried their luggage and came to the gate of Beixun City Fire Special Service Squadron. The magnificent stone tablet was engraved with the words "Fire 1st Brigade Special Service Squadron". There were two sentries standing there. Come over, "Hey, I think this is scarier than the airport, why don't we sneak out together."
Nan Chu glanced at her, then turned back, and answered the wrong question: "Do you know how many firefighters die a year?"
Yan Dai was taken aback.
"The place where they protect us with their lives, don't you want to see it?" Nan Chu raised his head and looked at the big characters carved on the stone wall in lower script at the door.
— Elite soldiers, inspirational, loyal, soul casting.
Nan Chu raised his face, the sun was behind him, his eyes were bright, "I really want to see it."
What makes you into a fortress of copper, indestructible, and tender.
…
Instructor Yang Zhengang led a fireman out of the building, "Line up."
The six people were scattered and dragging their feet and finally stood in a line. Yang Zhengang frowned, it's over, if the person inside sees this, it will probably be another reprimand.
So he put the ugly words first, "I am the instructor of the Special Service Squadron of the Beixun City Fire Brigade, and I am also your assistant instructor for this training. Behind you is your recruit squad leader. Since they are all here, forget that you are a star. , here, there are no men or women, no entertainers and ordinary people, they are all soldiers, and those who do not abide by discipline will be expelled from the army."
"Did you hear that?"
"Yes!" There were five or six more sparse voices.
Yang Zhengang: "Go first and put your luggage, five minutes, gather at the playground."
…
The sun was scorching, and the outdoor temperature was as high as 40 degrees. The summer in Beixun was really hot. The entertainers stood on the playground for about ten minutes, and it was too hot. There was a strong smell of plastic on their faces.
Yan Dai asked: "Director Yang, what are we doing now?"
Yang Zhengang stood up straight, sweating profusely, and glanced at her, "Wait for the chief officer."
Yan Dai asked again: "Why hasn't the chief officer come?"
Yang Zhengang: "The chief officer is in a meeting, come down after the meeting, don't talk so much nonsense."
"..."
Yan Dai was so angry that she lost her temper.
As soon as the words were finished, a tall figure in military uniform walked outside the barbed wire netting, half of his face was covered by the shadow of the brim of his hat.
When he was about to get there, Lin Luxiao took two steps, and said calmly but confidently: "Assemble."
do not know why.
As soon as the chief officer appeared, the group of people seemed to become solemn all of a sudden, and even the movement of gathering was much faster than at the door just now.
Lin Luxiao's eyes swept across the faces of these people one by one. When passing by Nanchu, he didn't even stop, and passed quickly, as if seeing her for the first time.
very good.
He stood upright and saluted, "I am the squadron leader of the Special Service Squadron of Beixun City Fire Brigade, and I am also your chief instructor for this training, Lin Luxiao."
Perfect.