Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire-Chapter 106: Reclaiming the Program
Although Jiang Cheng said she would perform, she never fights battles unprepared. ๐๐ง๐๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ธ๐๐๐.๐๐๐
She organized her classmates to inquire about the structure inside the theater, how many doors there are, where the costumes are placed, where the props are kept, how the stage is arranged, the sequence of program performances, and the timing.
In short, a large blank paper quickly became filled with details under the classmatesโ descriptions.
After Jiang Cheng reviewed it, she began to arrange things.
People were to enter in batches, and once inside, while preparing for the performance, they also had to conceal themselves well.
They aimed to deliver a surprise attack.
Of course, if those who wanted to steal the program refused to let go, they would not hesitate to engage in a physical confrontation.
"If they really try to snatch it, at that time thereโs only one wordโmake a scene!"
"The bigger the scene, the better, we have the moral high ground, why be afraid!"
"Remember, making a scene doesnโt mean fighting, itโs about creating a big commotion, attracting more attention, understand?"
The classmates nodded one by one.
There was even a bit of hope that the other side wouldnโt cooperate and would try to snatch, as they felt making a scene would be more effective.
After making the arrangements, the night schoolโs people began to take action.
Jiang Cheng, as a new face, prepared to stroll around since she hadnโt participated in rehearsals from start to finish.
Teacher Yu cautioned her to take it easy, then jogged to catch up with Principal Wang, who she felt was even harder to manage than Jiang Cheng.
After everyone left, Jiang Cheng, clutching a brown sugar ticket, found the reception lady and asked a few questions.
After getting her answers, Jiang Cheng, with her backpack, left the reception to head to the family quarters of the provincial theater.
Meanwhile, far away in the hospital, Shen Que, after cooperating with treatment for several days, once again made Director Lianโs head ache.
It was because Shen Que wanted to go out.
In the hospital ward, Director Lian was almost pulling out his hair.
"I donโt agree! What kind of patient is this, wanting to go out every few days!"
"Youโre supposed to be recovering, donโt you get it!"
"Iโm telling you, Shen Que, if you dare go out... Iโll have you drugged!"
On the bed, Shen Que slowly put on a green shirt, looked down at it, then looked up at Director Lian and asked, "Do you think green or white looks better?"
"Greenโno, what the hell are you doing! Who cares if it looks good or not, take it off NOW!"
Director Lian was about to use his hands, but though Shen Queโs legs couldnโt move, his hand strength wasnโt something Director Lian, used to handling surgery tools, could contend with.
In an instant, Director Lian shouted to let go.
Shen Que naturally used no force, Director Lianโs hands were too valuable.
After Shen Que loosened up, he seriously looked at Director Lian.
"Let me ask you, if you knew your wife was leaving, could you resist not seeing her one last time?"
Director Lian snorted, his eyes practically rolling to the sky.
"Thereโs not even a shadow of this! Whatโs there to compare with me, my relationship with my wife is mutual, yours is one-sided."
Shen Que, thick-skinned as ever, said indifferently, "I know mineโs one-sided, but at least itโs heated on one side, isnโt it? Iโve felt this heated only once in twenty-six years, can you bear to make me give it up?"
Director Lian opened and closed his mouth, wanting to say something, but ended up speechless.
In the end, Director Lian indicated Shen Que could go, but only if he accompanied him, otherwise, itโs out of the question.
Shen Que immediately agreed, then took out two shirts again and asked, "Which do you think looks better?"
Director Lian: "..."
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Time passed, the time for the official performance was about to begin.
After wandering around for a while, Jiang Cheng finally entered the theater for the first time.
Following the crowd, she moved along, but soon Jiang Cheng veered off path.
Soon, Jian Yueer saw Jiang Cheng and quietly waved her over, Jiang Cheng walked toward her.
"Are all things prepared?"
Jian Yueer nodded and said, "Weโve hidden their props, changed into the costumes, and are ready to go on stage anytime."
Jiang Cheng nodded.
"Iโll wait backstage, everyone play it by ear."
Jian Yueer nodded and trotted off.
Jiang Cheng did not worry; every person from the night school was an independent individual with the ability to handle situations.
She liked leading strategically, but didnโt like micromanaging.
The grand hall of the theater had over five hundred seats, nearly all filled.
Shen Que arrived early, sitting in the second row.
He was prepared to watch intently, planning to find Jiang Cheng after the performance.
The performance officially started, the curtain slowly opened.
Todayโs performance wasnโt just a play, there were other small acts.
Poetry recitation, choir performance, bamboo board clapping...
One by one the programs ended, next was the adapted play.
On stage, the host had begun to announce.
"Next, please enjoyโ"
"The Anti-Kidnapping Play performed by S City Night School."
Jiang Cheng stepped onto the stage.
The host hadnโt finished speaking when her microphone went silent.
As she walked on stage with a microphone, Jiang Cheng very nicely handed over her own microphone, smiling gently.
The host looked at the script in her hand, then at Jiang Cheng, momentarily at a loss for words.
Luckily, there wasnโt anything she needed to say, the night school students swiftly took their places on stage, astonishingly fast.
Jiang Cheng and the host retreated to the backstage area, confronted by a group of glaring men and women.
Jiang Cheng stepped forward promptly.
At the same time, Principal Wang, Teacher Yu, and others who were not on stage all stood behind Jiang Cheng, confronting the others.
"So this is the team that likes our program so much, they want to take it to perform themselves."
Jiang Cheng spoke, and a young woman across from her, with exquisite makeup, stared down at Jiang Cheng, arrogantly asking, "Dare to say your name?"
Jiang Cheng chuckled softly, stood tall, and said, "I am a successor to communism, a good comrade of the working class, an independent woman of Hua Xiaโs new society. I disapprove of those who steal othersโ hard work and threaten them."
"Tell me, comrade, did you remember all those identities?"
The woman was left speechless by Jiang Chengโs torrent of words, staring at Jiang Cheng fiercely, she finally said, "I will remember you."
Jiang Cheng snorted, "Only because I look good. As for you... didnโt remember."
At this point, Jiang Cheng looked at the people behind the woman.
"Let me advise you, this matter has not turned into a scene, weโve saved you face."
"Moreover, I happen to know this performance will include the ranking of first, second, and third place, and I hear the first place will have a promotion on offer."
The word โpromotionโ flustered the leading woman for a moment.
Jiang Cheng cast a glance and continued, "Everyone, we were invited here openly. If our program is found to be taken, a punishment is minor, but on a larger scale itโs a personal moral issue, leading to expulsion."
"Donโt listen to those who say you perform better than us, itโs merely a pretense to use you to step up, unknowingly."
Jiang Chengโs words completely shattered the cooperation the woman assumed was solid.
In a flash, many on the opposing side left, leaving only a few undecided, standing hesitantly.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng arched a brow at the leading woman and asked: "Still want to know my name?"
