"Shh... let’s not use these superstitious titles anymore."
Qiu Bai shook her head with a wry smile, "Who doesn’t know? It’s self-deception!"
"Okay, hurry and organize the Hope Field rehearsal! The New Year is almost upon us!"
"Alright, I’m aware! Currently, everyone is in place, but the piano perforr’s ntal quality is too poor. I’m worried they won’t be able to handle the pressure of the performance."
"What should we do then? It’s too late to find soone else now." Yang Wenying beca anxious upon hearing this and paced back and forth in the office, finally having a flash of inspiration. "Didn’t you say Liu Yilan is very skilled now? Call her over."
"She won’t agree," Qiu Bai shook her head. She too hoped her niece could overco her shadows, but her current state was still far from sufficient.
"Let Sheng Ning and the others try! Maybe it will work."
Qiu Bai’s eyes lit up, showing her agreent.
"Alright!"
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Strategy Departnt
Shen Yu sat sprawled on his chair, a brand-new 25-inch black-and-white television set before him broadcasting political news. To his left, Jiang Shaobo nervously rubbed his hands, eagerly asking as soon as he hung up the phone, "Who were you calling? It was Yang Wenying, wasn’t it?"
"Exactly!" Shen Yu nodded, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the television screen, unmoving for a long ti.
"Good job!" Jiang Shaobo exclaid, waving his hands excitedly. "When did you start taking an interest in other Song and Dance Troupes? You used to only care about Qianjin."
Shen Yu barely moved the corners of his mouth, helplessly replying, "I was scolded by my mother when I went ho last ti." The only person aware of his affair with Bai Oulan was his mother. A mother knows her son best—he could hide from everyone else but not from her. It was negligence on his part; during Oulan’s last performance, he attended with his mother, and their exchanged glances gave it away.
Thinking of his mother’s scolding, Shen Yu’s eyes showed a trace of sternness, and he felt sowhat dissatisfied with Bai Oulan. The threshold of the Shen Family was not lower than that of the ng Family, and no one in his family would agree to her joining. He was already bearing all the pressure by agreeing to marry her, yet she still disagreed.
Because of this, Shen Yu hadn’t visited Bai Oulan for a long ti. He wanted her to understand that she was just an amusent to him, and she shouldn’t overestimate her own importance.
If it hadn’t been for his intention to retaliate against ng Fan, he might not have pursued her at all.
"Hey... what are you thinking about?" Jiang Shaobo waved his hand in front of Shen Yu’s eyes continuously.
"Nothing!" Shen Yu suddenly snapped back to reality.
"I’ve noticed you seem preoccupied recently! Is the pressure too much?" Jiang Shaobo asked with concern. "All the people carrying out the mission have returned, why are you still so exhausted?"
Humph! Although the people carrying out the mission had returned, Xu Qigang hadn’t! That’s why the General Union and the authorities above were even more tense. Shen Yu’s eyes were filled with calculating venom. To prevent Jiang Shaobo from noticing, he stood up to pour so water, casually asking, "Which tea would you like?"
"I’ll have the top-grade Da Hong Pao," Jiang Shaobo replied cheerfully. "I always knew you have the best tea here; even the President might not have as much as you."
Shen Yu skillfully took out the Da Hong Pao from the cabinet. "It’s all plundered from the old man. If you’re capable, go plunder so yourself!"
"I don’t have your kind of influence." Everyone knew that Shen Yu was the prospective President.
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