I'm really just the village head

"The applause is not warm enough! This is the boss of our Chunyu Clothing. These clothes on us are specially designed by him for the young people in the new era of reform and opening up..."

Seeing Liu Chunlai's persistence, Wu Erwa kept shaking Liu Chunlai's old bottom.

Liu Chunlai almost scolded.

"Don't struggle, let's go..." Bai Ziyan smiled, "Wait, I guess everyone will be impatient for a while... This is the busiest time of the White Horse Market."

Bai Ziyan dragged Liu Chun to the middle.

Liu Chunlai's reluctance on his face triggered a whistle from the people watching the excitement.

Pulled to the leading position, Wu Erwa ran to the place where the four-speaker recorder was placed, quickly pressed the play button, and then returned to her position.

"I'm paralyzed, I'll be scolded later, I just don't admit it! Anyway, no one here knows myself, just this time!"

Liu Chunlai made up his mind.

If you want to play, play a big one.

When the prelude to "BeatIt" sounded, Liu Chunlai held a microphone in his hand and placed it beside his mouth, "ei~"

Then, just like Michael Jackson's live concert, his legs bent down, his head up, his right hand up...

The surrounding audience didn't expect Liu Chun to do this, and for a while, they became quiet.

"What are you doing in a daze! Keep up with the beat!"

How do the young men and women of the model team know that the boss is playing like this?

For a while, I was stunned.

Bai Ziyan also froze for a moment, and soon calmed down, turning his head to the back and yelling.

The boss is going to have a live concert.

Let's act as dancers.

"Ei~"

Along with the rhythm, Liu Chunlai said again, this time it was much shorter, and then he raised his head...

After a few consecutive beeps, "Oh~oh~"

Liu Chunlai's voice almost surpassed the voice of Michael Jackson in the tape recorder.

"Theytoldhimdon't youevercomearoundhere..."

Afterwards, Liu Chunlai sang while dancing.

"Oh~"

"Shhh..."

When he sang the first line, many young people around were excited.

Screams, whistles...

Bai Ziyan and others were even more excited, and jumped to the rhythm one after another.

At the beginning, the movements were not very neat, but slowly, as Liu Chun came and sang more and more, he became more neat...

Outside the White Horse Market, more and more people were watching.

Bai Xiaofan is a reporter for the Yangcheng Evening News.

During this period of time, since the manuscripts written every day were similar to those before, I was criticized almost every day!

Because newspapers require it to be able to show the new life and new things cultivated under reform and opening up.

But every day is those things.

Either the construction of the XX project, or the amount of foreign investment for XX, or how about the young people who come to work in Yangcheng from other places...

The lives of ordinary people are so unpretentious.

I stayed up late last night to rush the paper until 3 in the morning. I heard that the railway station police station had arrested a group of criminals who defrauded Hong Kong businessmen for more than 4 million Hong Kong dollars.

As a result, the police station was unwilling to introduce the specific situation, and Hong Kong businessmen were not even able to contact them, nor could they find a few parties...

The people at the police station have been harassed for a long time and have not received any useful information.

Come out in frustration.

Seeing the familiar melody and singing of "BeatIt" faintly in the distance, Bai Xiaofan walked over slowly in a depressed mood.

Seeing the crowd of onlookers, they squeezed in.

As soon as I saw it, I became excited.

Isn't this what the editor-in-chief wants?

So, I quickly grabbed the camera on my chest and took a picture of Liu Chunlai, who was looking distorted...

New life under reform and opening up.

Young people have material security and begin to pursue the construction of spiritual civilization. If this fails, there is nothing worth reporting.

So, with Liu Chunlai as the leader, the precious photos of a group of handsome men and beauties in new costumes were taken.

Liu Chunlai can sing and jump vigorously. Even if he feels the flash of the camera, he can consider that he does not need to invest in advertising and the media can help him publicize for free, so he didn't think too much.

Bai Xiaofan kept taking several photos with a look of excitement.

I even wondered how to write this report.

At the same time, he also yelled excitedly around him, and even the audience who followed the gestures were also photographed.

Finally, I interviewed people of different ages, men, women, and children before giving up.

Bai Xiaofan would not have thought that this photo would eventually become an iron proof on the Internet to refute Liu Chunlai's efforts to deny that he is not the leader of square dance.

At that time, there was a saying on the Internet: You can't be too Liu Chunlai.

Liu Chunlai has become synonymous with the most shameless person in the world.

Thirty years later.

A satellite TV with very high ratings opened a program called "Things That Celebrities Can't Tell".

It happened that the grandparents of the square dance occupied the venue for the young and young activity, and various reports were overwhelming.

The column team proposed many times and wanted to interview Liu Chunlai, but was rejected.

Finally, I don't know how to find Xu Zhiqiang's relationship.

This old man threatened Liu Chunlai. If he did not accept the interview, he would reveal more of Liu Chunlai's dark history...

At the time, the show was like this.

The beautiful hostess looked at Liu Chunlai with a sweet smile: "Dong Liu..."

"Please call me village chief Liu."

"Where is Secretary Liu?" The hostess smiled even more.

Liu Chunlai rolled his eyes. This woman was afraid that she wanted her father to smoke herself with a pipe.

"Our brigade is quite special. In view of the great contribution my father Liu Fuwang has made to the development of the village... (2741 words are omitted here)"

The hostess hurriedly interrupted Liu Chunlai.

The interview time is only ten minutes, and Liu Chun can give a speech at this turtle son without stopping for eight hours!

"Mr. Liu, everyone knows about this. What audiences all over the country want to know most now is whether you are known as the national street dance god, and countless middle-aged and elderly square dance lovers worshipped the leader of the dance forest..."

"Spoofing a rumor! It's definitely a rumor! I know martial arts and never dance!" Liu Chunlai tried to deny it.

The hostess showed two lovely tiger teeth, "Really? But we have a lot of evidence that you are the one who wrote to the editorial department of the "Yangcheng Evening News" in those days, begging to be a teacher, and even many girls were crying to marry The little prince on the streets of Huadu for you..."

"This is slander!" Liu Chunlai looked angry.

I had already scolded Bai Xiaofan's wives a long time ago.

Bai Xiaofan, who has been retired, watched the show and enjoyed himself.

It's hard to see Liu Chunlai's expression.

"What's the fun?" Bai Xiaofan's husband asked her, "This shameless again..."

"I see how he will refute in front of the evidence next." Bai Xiaofan stared at the TV, his eyes motionless.

During the show, the host asked Liu Chun to watch the big screen.

Above it appeared Liu Chunlai, who was wearing sunglasses and bell bottoms when he was young, imitating Michael Jackson's classic dance moves.

"It's not me! I haven't been to Huadu in 1983. At that time, I didn't know where Huadu was..." Liu Chunlai denied seriously.

"I didn't say that this was a photo of Huadu Railway Station in 1983." The host smiled.

Liu Chunlai was stunned...