On the night of February 3rd, it was New Year's Eve of the Xinwei Year in China. Since China's first satellite TV station had yet to appear, no one could watch a live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala. But that did not stop Li Ye and the others from putting on a gala of their own.
Then Li Ye was scolded by several Older Sisters in the delegation.
"Li Ye, you have to perform something tonight. You nearly fooled us, saying you didn't understand art."
"Well, I really don't understand art."
"You don't understand art? Can't you dance Breakdancing? You're so young, yet you've already learned to lie?"
"How did you know?"
"How did I know? Someone in your unit reported you to your superiors back then, saying you neglected your proper duties and taught workers to dance during working hours. Did you think nobody knew?"
"..."
The moment Li Ye heard that, he knew who had done it. Other than Niu Hongzhang, there could be no one else.
So he could only say sheepishly, "We have guests coming tonight. Wouldn't it be improper for me to go up there and jump around?"
"Young people have vitality when they jump around! Besides, they're only guests from the Industrial Bureau. You know each other well already, so what is there to be embarrassed about? You must perform tonight. If you refuse again, I'll go talk to your little wife."
"..."
Li Ye was truly helpless.
No one knew when it had begun, but the "Older Sisters" in all sorts of Chinese collectives had automatically gained enormous authority during group activities like this. Their style was also exceptionally domineering, and every arrangement they made was like an imperial edict that allowed no opposition.
Actually, Li Ye would not have felt embarrassed