On the third day, early in the morning, Jiang Hua started his morning run again.
This habit had been put on hold for a while.
But he still picked it up again, after all, the body is the capital of the revolution.
Especially after experiencing the torment of illness, Jiang Hua understood more about cherishing it.
After the morning run, Jiang Hua arrived at the unit on time.
Even the old gatekeeper had been replaced, now changed to a young person, after all, that old man was too old.
He couldn't even stop the crazy fans.
Little Hundred Flowers Yue Opera Troupe was now a top-tier existence in the industry.
Especially after Jun Xiao went solo and recorded a few shows, she was now wildly popular.
Every performance was like holding a fan meeting.
On the contrary, Jiang Hua was getting further and further away from the opera circle. This was a professional decision.
He was now working behind the scenes and had opened his own company, feeling a bit like an outsider.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
The new security guard saw Jiang Hua wearing big sunglasses and big headphones, looking like a punk youth on the street.
So he stopped him.
This was unthinkable before. That old man with a smiling face would often gossip with him for a few sentences.
A certain actor was confessed to by fans in various ways, a certain someone received a big pile of love letters, etc.
No matter how he disguised himself, the old man could always recognize him.
Ah! It feels like it can't go back.
But it was the man's duty. Jiang Hua was not an unreasonable person either.
He took off his sunglasses and said, "I work here, this is my work ID."
The young man looked Jiang Hua up and down, feeling that he didn't look like a good person.
A bit like a hoodlum.
But he still took the work ID, checked it, then said in a low voice, "Comrade, your outfit is really unique, but the leader might criticize you if he sees it."
Hey, this person was pretty good. He even knew the leader would criticize him.
Just as the two were still chatting, the leader drove over.
The security guard immediately stood up straight, ready to salute.
Director Cai rolled down the car window. The security guard thought the leader was going to criticize this oddly dressed young man.
He hurriedly gave him a look.
But why was Director Cai smiling so brightly?
"Jiang Hua, you little brat, you still know to report in. I thought you weren't coming back from Forty-nine City."
Jiang Hua laughed, "How could that be? Little Hundred Flowers is my second home. Didn't I just get delayed a bit? The task is completed, so I hurried back."
"You little brat still has some conscience. You came back just in time. It just so happens that Little Yuan needs leave, you go cover for her."
"Little Yuan, Fang Yuan?"
This was really going behind the scenes. Little Yuan and Jun Jun were also classmates who studied Yue opera together.
Later she changed careers to become a sound engineer, controlling the entire Yue opera accompaniment and sound.
What song the actor is preparing to sing, what music to play, this all needs to be controlled by an insider.
Jiang Hua was a professional in behind-the-scenes work, but not in opera.
Letting him control the sound equipment for an evening performance, with experience in hand, was fine. But for opera, it was really the first time.
"What are you standing there for? Get in the car, we're in a hurry. You still have a chance to learn. Little Yuan has an urgent matter at home. You can learn from her for a bit. Aren't you very familiar? Last time you even looked after Little Yuan for a while."
WTF, how to do this?
Jiang Hua could only get in the car.
The security guard stood in place the whole time. Only after the car drove far away did he react.
Fuck, who was this person?
He hurriedly asked his colleague.
"Who is this person? It seems the director was very happy to see him."
His colleague walked out from the security booth. Just now this newbie almost offended Little Hundred Flowers' crown prince.
"Remember his appearance. There are two people at Little Hundred Flowers you can't offend. One is Teacher Mao, the other is him. You'd rather offend the director than offend him. Keep your eyes sharp. Just now you almost got me killed."
"Let me tell you, for Little Hundred Flowers to have its current state, this master is the most important contributor. The director wishes he could enshrine him."
So powerful. He took a deep breath. The waters at Little Hundred Flowers are also quite deep.
Fortunately, he was very polite just now. Seems he needs to be more polite to strangers in the future. This job is easy and the salary is high.
...
Butterfly Theater. Jiang Hua had been gone for less than three weeks, but it felt like a century had passed.
"Director Cai, do I need to change clothes?"
Director Cai gave him a look. You want to go on stage, right? And change clothes too?
Look at how much of a commotion you've caused.
If it weren't for Little Yuan having an urgent matter, and the troupe couldn't find anyone idle who also knew a bit about the equipment.
The troupe's few performance groups had all gone out to perform.
She definitely wouldn't let this master go on stage.
This guy was just a troublemaker, but indeed very useful.
An all-around talent - he could play instruments, edit, and even be a sound engineer.
"Just like this. Pull the hat down a bit, and put on the sunglasses for me."
Are you sure this is an opera performance and not a music concert? Is he going to be a DJ?
The two people came from backstage to the performance venue. Today was the traditional Yue opera masterpiece "He Wenxiu".
This was directly giving Jiang Hua high intensity. Coming and immediately doing a major play. If it was performing "New Dragon Gate Inn", Jiang Hua wouldn't be afraid at all.
"Director Cai, Auntie Cai, I feel your decision is inappropriate. I've only heard "He Wenxiu" a few times, I'm not familiar with it."
"If there was someone else I wouldn't ask you, this master. The troupe's people have all been sent out. Now there's really no one. You also know the situation. The second half of the year's plays are all fully booked. A few theaters are performing continuously. There's also a group that went to another place."
"Aren't you often saying that for behind-the-scenes work, you're the most proficient? Also for this play "He Wenxiu", haven't you already memorized it? You even know how to play the erhu."
Jiang Hua immediately interrupted her.
"Okay, okay, I'll try to learn. But don't let this set a precedent."
Director Cai knocked him and laughingly scolded, "You little brat, you're still setting conditions with me? Your wings have hardened and I can't command you anymore?"
"How could that be? You can command me. In the future if there's this kind of thing, just arrange it."
After saying that, he routinely slipped to the very back of the stage. Here the view could see the entire venue.
Of course, it was also the furthest place from the stage. To see the stage clearly from the audience's very back, you might need binoculars.
Little Yuan saw Jiang Hua coming over, her face full of apology.
"Jiang Hua, I'm sorry, I have an urgent matter at home."
"Hey, no need to apologize. We're colleagues. Teach me quickly. I'm familiar with the equipment. It's just that between songs, I don't know what music to play."
"Okay, okay, Jiang Hua you're so nice."
Huh? Got friend-zoned again. But why did Little Yuan change to behind the scenes? This little girl was also learning to be a "Hua Dan".
Little Yuan opened the notebook, then opened the audio.
Everything was edited well one by one - intermission music, encore music.
Opera also keeps up with the times. In the past, it all relied on musicians. Now there was sound to control the rhythm.
This was a very important position.
But Jiang Hua quickly got the hang of it. Decades behind the scenes weren't in vain. To put it bluntly, behind-the-scenes work was odd jobs. Wherever people were needed, that's where you went.
Sound engineer was the position he did the most. He even apprenticed with a few masters.
Little Yuan taught hand in hand. The two were a bit close.
A familiar voice came from behind, with a hint of surprise.
"Jiang Hua, what are you doing?"
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