Published at 12th of April 2023 07:04:17 AM

Chapter 347 President 347

The backstage director also heard Xi Nancheng's voice, and he pressed the headset directly, "Quickly, connect Meng Fu."

Each guest has a headset.

"Blame me, forget this." Sang Yu lowered his head and blamed himself.

He Yongfei comforted in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with you."

Xi Nancheng said so, He Miao also realized the problem, the laces of his other shoe were not fastened, and he quickly got up and ran forward to find Meng Fu.

After the corner, I saw Meng Fu's back.

She has already walked to the counter, with one hand resting on the counter, and her fingers curled, ready to knock on the table.

Seeing this scene, He Miao's pupils shrank slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Daddy Meng, don't!"

Meng Fu didn't knock his hand down, but tilted his head and glanced at He Miao.

There are other members who read books on the first floor of the library.

Naturally, these members know the rules of the Go Club. They basically borrow the books on their own. If some books cannot be borrowed, they will stay at the reading table and read quietly, very far from the counter.

The people in the program group also stepped lightly when they went downstairs and took pictures quietly.

He Miao's voice exploded on the first floor, and it seemed that a switch was turned on. The atmosphere on the first floor suddenly became strange, and the other members looked at He Miao dumbfounded.

Xi Nancheng's heart sank. He couldn't stop He Miao, so he walked quickly to Meng Fu's side.

Behind the counter, the person on the recliner stretched out his gully hands and slowly took off his hat.

Entering from the photography team, this old Mr. Lei left a deep impression on them.

Now he took off his hat, and the camera of the show did not dare to take his face, only Meng Fu and Xi Nancheng.

Xi Nancheng pulled Meng Fu aside, his voice was very low, and he respectfully said to the old Mr. Lei behind the counter: "Mr. Lei, I am Teacher Ge's disciple Xi Nancheng. Today, the program team came to the library to record the program. Yes, our people don't understand the rules of the library and disturb you to rest."

'S voice is very respectful and cautious.

Not far away, He Miao realized that he had just spoken.

He followed Xi Nancheng and felt the pressure from the old Mr. Lei as he approached. He did not dare to look up at Lei Management, but bowed his head to apologize to the old Mr. Lei.

Then grabbed Meng Fu's sleeve, and said to Meng Fu with his mouth: "Daddy Meng, we don't need the management manual. Let's go upstairs and record the show!"

Having been in the circle for so long, He Miao also knows the rules of the circle.

Even Xi Nancheng is so nervous, he knows that this person in the Go Club is not easy.

I'm afraid that today's shooting will not work properly.

Meng Fu glanced at him, without any tension on his face, even raised his eyebrows: "... dumb?"

Seeing that Meng Fu was still talking, He Miao's eyes widened, and it was indeed his father Meng, but now is not the time to be stunned.

"No," He Miao pulled Meng Fu aside, and explained in a low voice, "This person is..."

At the same time, Meng Fu's ears also heard the voice of the director group, "Meng Fu, you leave with Teacher Xi..."

Meng Fu waved his hand, easily avoiding He Miao's hand, and did not listen to the director group. He only looked at Mr. Lei, his voice was flat and gentle, "Management Lei, do you have a library management manual here?"

"Director, what should we do now? If the Go Club is so angry, it won't let us continue recording..." The staff responsible for recording the video looked at the director and frowned.

The director looked at the video, Meng Fu's calm face, he didn't know what he thought of, and shook his head: "Look first."

**

Meng Fu here, after she finished speaking, Xi Nancheng, who was next to her, twisted his eyebrows, "Mr. Lei, I'm sorry, this is..."

Old Mr. Lei had just been awakened, his slightly brown eyes were a bit heavy, his whites were slightly bloodshot, and there was a long scar on the brow bone, his face was very fierce.

He was very impatient at first, and saw the volcano erupt in the next second.

Hearing Meng Fu's voice, he finally looked at Meng Fu. Before the volcano erupted, he was silent.

"Management manual?" After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice a little dry.

"There are more than 700 borrowed books on the third floor that have not been classified. The classification of your Go club is too troublesome, and we can't tell them." Meng Fu explained to the other party politely.

Hearing what Meng Fu said, Mr. Lei paused slightly, "...can't you find me?"

Meng Fu is right and confident, without any fear: "Are you not the president?"

Old Mr. Lei couldn't refute for a while, "...I ask if anyone else has it."

He was silent for a while, then slowly took out his cell phone, dialed a call, and asked if the library had a classification management manual.

Simply said a few words, hung up the phone, then stood up from the wicker chair, looked at Meng Fu, and pointed to the wicker chair behind him: "Should you sit down?"

"No." Meng Fu refused.

About a few minutes later.

A young man hurried over outside the door.

In October's weather, the sweat rolled off his forehead, which shows how he ran over in a hurry, bowed respectfully, and handed a small notebook to Mr. Lei, "Lao Lei."

Old Mr. Lei took it, and handed it to Meng Fu, "That's it, look at it."

Meng Fu took it over and flipped through it. These are all dry goods that the staff wrote by hand, and the classification criteria are very clear.

Old Mr. Lei read her handwriting and asked: "Is it what you want?"

"Sloppy," Meng Fu closed his hands, "Then I will continue to record the show."

You and I said one sentence for the two of you, completely ignoring the state of the people around you.

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See you tomorrow~~

(End of this chapter)