70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 373 Stage
The auditorium was noisy. Fearing a stampede, Chen Qing stood on a stool, like a traffic controller, letting people in one group at a time.

Xiaoyu hid backstage watching her aunt and said to Mao Mao, "Look, Auntie is so funny."

Mao Mao also poked his head out and saw his aunt awkwardly cooperating with the security guards to release the person, and he burst out laughing.

Chen Qing shouted until he was hoarse before he managed to calm the situation down.

This was truly unexpected for her; the enthusiasm of the people was overwhelming, and she, as the person in charge, couldn't handle it.

The factory leaders just stood there watching the spectacle, especially Director Shen, who was laughing heartily.

Seeing that the corridor was crowded with people who had rushed over after hearing the news, and that they could only pile up on the windowsill like a human pyramid, Chen Qing had no choice but to instruct the security personnel to pay attention to their safety before tidying up and going backstage to prepare to take the other four hosts on stage for their speeches.

The four newcomers were nervous, but seeing Chen Qing lead them out, they felt a little more at ease.

Everyone raised their microphones together, "Respected veterans of the Red Army, dear comrades and fellow soldiers: Today, with the utmost respect, we gather here to solemnly celebrate the 44th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese People's Liberation Army!"

There was thunderous applause.

On the stage, a woman in military uniform held a microphone and spoke passionately about the history of the founding of the army: "In 44, a gunshot pierced the sky above the city wall in Nancheng, and the revolutionary armed forces led by the Communist Party of China were born!"

Then the male comrade took over, recounting the deeds of his predecessors and telling people about their hardships.

The audience applauded wildly for the veteran performer.

Sitting next to Secretary Yang and Director Lin in the audience, Director Shen looked at the four newcomers on the stage and said, "Chen Qing is truly capable of mentoring the younger generation."

Secretary Yang: “…”

Is it necessary to be sarcastic at this time?
Director Lin continued, "Xiao Qing has done a great job training them. Look at these four comrades, they are full of energy and speak with a strong voice. They are much better than those who are randomly selected. Moreover, they are willing to give young comrades a chance to perform and are not afraid of being overshadowed."

In an attempt to fit in, Secretary Yang said, "Yes, she has a knack for selecting and using people."

She had a firm grip on the three departments of the factory committee, was bold in her personnel decisions, had a keen eye for talent, and helped her subordinates grow continuously. As a leader, she was not just qualified, but outstanding.

The four comrades on the stage took turns speaking, and finally it was Chen Qing's turn to speak: "Comrades! Today's peace did not come easily; it was bought with the lives of countless martyrs. We must inherit and carry forward the spirit of the Red Army, continue the revolution, and forever maintain our true colors!"
Now, I declare the celebration of the 44th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese People's Liberation Army officially open!

The auditorium was bustling with noise, with cheers and applause rising and falling like waves.

Su Manman looked at the people on the stage, her eyes red.

She squeezed into the auditorium despite everything, just wanting to see the stage.

Now, she works in the workshop every day, and the more work she does, the more she wants to return to the performing arts troupe.

She even practiced her lines specifically for the selection of the host for this martial arts competition, but the selector was Chen Qing. Chen Qing was jealous of her, so he eliminated her. Otherwise, she would definitely have been selected.

The Women's Federation also plans to put on a play.

She also tried.

But there were no suitable roles for her.

Su Manman looked at Chen Qing standing in the center of the stage and secretly wiped away her tears as everyone applauded.

Yang Xiujin doesn't like her now and has gone out to find other women. She wants to report Yang Xiujin for having illicit relationships, but she is pregnant and her child cannot be without a father.

Yang Xiujin threatened her even more: "If you dare to talk nonsense, believe me, your parents won't have an easy time either. As their daughter, they raised you to adulthood, and you haven't brought them any benefit. You've stubbornly cut off your father's path to promotion, and now you want to kill them. If I had a daughter like you, I would definitely strangle you!"

She burst into tears at that moment.

I wanted to refute Yang Xiujin's words, but I didn't know where to begin.

When Chen Qing asked her to go home, her parents kept saying that Chen Qing was a good person, the best person in the world, and told her to stay at home.

She used all the money she brought home to buy a job, but then Yang Xiujin came to her and seduced her, causing her to lose her virginity at the guesthouse.

Chastity is the most important thing for a woman.

When Yang Xiujin said, "I will definitely give you a good life in the future and make all women envious of you," she believed him. Despite her mother's threat to kill herself, she insisted on following Yang Xiujin down the second floor with a bed sheet.

For love, she disregarded everything.

But what about Yang Xiujin?
How dare he betray her!
She has let down her parents, her troupe leader, and her own stage. How could the man she got in return be like this?
Su Manman looked at the female comrade who was fighting against a man on the stage, covered her eyes with one hand and cried, a trace of hatred that she herself was unaware of flashed in her eyes.

The competition selected ten outstanding comrades to compete, and after the top three were selected, the performance began.

The first performance on stage was by veterans of the Red Army.

As the old bugle appeared, an elder statesman strode onto the stage with firm and powerful steps, took the old bugle wrapped in red silk from Chen Qing, and began to play the prelude to "The Red Army Fears No Hardships of the Long March".

In an instant——

Everyone stood up and sang along.

The people in the passageway were inspired and joined in singing at the top of their lungs.

This scene was breathtaking. Without any guidance, everyone stood up spontaneously and sang in unison. A reporter captured the moment with a camera.

The veteran Red Army soldiers sang with loud, powerful voices, and many of the older comrades were moved to tears as they recalled those years.

He Yuxiang, Wang Wenming, and his grandfather sat in the same seat. Grandpa Wang stood up excitedly, and he and Wang Wenming stood on their seats.

He looked at his aunt standing in the shadows on the stage, smiling and singing along. The seniors on stage who were blowing bugles were in tears. He was deeply moved.

There are indeed people who give their all for something with little hope, just to protect this homeland.

The chorus resounded through the sky, the sound almost lifting the dome of the auditorium.

Wang Wenming's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he listened. He clenched his fists tightly and said, "I want to join the Red Army too!"

Grandpa Wang patted his grandson's shoulder hard: "Well done!"

Many children at the scene listened to the powerful song, and the seeds of their patriotic hearts were taking root and sprouting. Even after a long time, they will still remember this scene deeply.

Following that, each workshop showcased its unique skills and invited veteran workers to join in, filling the room with laughter.

As the stage lights dimmed, only a beam of warm yellow light fell on the stage.

The twelve children were arranged in three rows, and the youngest child was Comrade Xiaoyu.

She stood in the front row, wearing a snow-white shirt and a bright red scarf tied around her neck. Her little hands were nervously pressed against the seams of her trousers, but her eyes shone like stars.

As the prelude begins, clear children's voices sing loudly, "The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, the victory song is so resounding..."

The children's voices rang out, full of youthful energy, and suddenly brought tears to my eyes.

The reporter was overjoyed and found the perfect angle to take a photo that has been circulated for a long time.

The bright red stage is like the rising sun, where children are growing vigorously, while below the stage, faces with white and black hair looking up together form the most resilient mountains on this land.