"No. 4 Courtyard next door used to be Zhang Zongchang's outer residence. No. 2 Courtyard was occupied by an official before liberation, and was allocated to me after the founding of the People's Republic of China. In the past few years, students who came to connect were arranged here, but there were no other tenants." "Are they all back now?" "Yes, but this was not my house in the first place. It was allocated to me by the government. My children have already started their own families and careers. When I die, I will hand over the house and have nothing to worry about." "You are still in a higher level. I can't do that. I have to stay here even if I die in such a nice courtyard." In the small living room of the main house, Wang Yang and Chen Qi had a good chat. The early summer sunshine was soft, and it fell on the ground through the pomegranate tree in the courtyard. Chen Qi liked it more and more, but it was a pity that it was not his. "Speaking of which, I am thinking of buying a house. If you have any news, please help me find out." "You buy a house?" Wang Yang's face was subtle. People these days are all looking forward to the unit's allocation of houses. I have never heard of anyone who wants to buy a house by themselves. If he wants to buy a house, it means that he is rich and unsociable. Ever since Wang Yang met Chen Qi, he has always felt that he is very strange, but it is too vague to describe. Now it is suddenly clear, and he knows what the strangest thing about him is: Chen Qi does not have the fanatical pursuit of the unit, especially the good unit, like ordinary people, but is very indifferent.
Take Zhao Qingli for example. Did he hit Zhao Qingli in the face? Of course not, he hit the face of the old employee! A young man who has not yet been officially transferred scolded an old employee like a grandson in public - even if the other party was wrong first, it is unreasonable! So Wang Yang called him today, wanting to have a frank chat, and said: "Xiao Chen, I heard about what happened yesterday, but I don't want to discuss this with you. I just want to ask, do you really want to enter the Beijing Film Studio?" "Yes!" "The things you did don't seem like you want to enter." "..." Chen Qi was silent for a moment, and said: "You are kind to me. Since you asked, I will tell you the truth today. Newcomers enter the studio, first do odd jobs, then become assistants, and it will take at least ten years to be able to work independently. This is the operating law of the unit, I won't say anything. But for me, I absolutely cannot accept wasting ten years in vain. Even with your support, this time may be shortened, five years? Three years?" "Isn't three years fast enough?" Wang Yang was surprised. He did consider letting this kid experience three years, which was a leap in his mind. "It's really not enough. Do you know what my goal is? I can take full control of a movie, from beginning to end, from production to distribution, from director to actor, everything is up to me!" "This is impossible!" Wang Yang is a radical, and he thinks this idea is too radical. "With the existing system and policies, the situation you said will never happen. Even if you get the production rights, you still can't distribute it. There is China Film Group, the Film Bureau, and the Ministry of Culture. If you go overseas, there are restrictions from the foreign affairs department. How can you be fully responsible?" "So I said it's a goal, I didn't say it has to be achieved now." Chen Qi smiled and said, "You have your difficulties in this position, I won't make it difficult for you. I also want to enter the Beijing Film Studio, but I don't want to transfer in an ordinary way. After all, I have to watch "Tai Chi", it's too early now. In short, I am grateful to you and follow your reform steps, you can rest assured!"
"Alas, you said you kid..." Wang Yang was a little out of tune, beyond the scope of his usual thinking, he could only sigh. After talking about it, Chen Qi stood up and said goodbye. Wang Yang sat in the room for a while, opened a drawer, and there were several letters in it: these were all reports/opinion letters written overnight by some people in the factory after yesterday's incident spread, demanding that Chen Qi's secondment be stopped and he be driven out. As Chen Qi said, as a factory director, he cannot act alone and must consider various factors. "..." Wang Yang silently glanced at the letters and closed the drawer again. ………… When Chen Qi entered the Beijing Film Studio again, everyone looked at him differently. Zhao Qingli was annoying to everyone, so some people were secretly happy, some people were increasingly dissatisfied with him, and more people were just watching the fun. In everyone's eyes, he was already a troublemaker in the unit, and a troublemaker on secondment. "Comrade Chen Qi!" "Director Sun?" Suddenly, a person blocked the way. Chen Qi looked and saw that it was the deputy director Sun Wenjin. Sun Wenjin showed an expression that he had finally caught the little braid of his own. He said, "Come with me!" "What for?" "You are asking me this question even though you know the answer. I am responsible for the discipline in the factory and I want to investigate what happened to you yesterday!" "Oh, you mean Zhao Qingli! Did he report it to you?" "It's none of your business!" "No? He, the person involved, has nothing to say and didn't report it to you. What are you looking for me to investigate? The police have to pay attention to both parties when handling a case. You are investigating me unilaterally? Our crew has been delayed for two days. I have to rush over immediately. Goodbye!" Chen Qi went straight over. Sun Wenjin's nose was crooked with anger, but don't say you haven't seen such a thing before. The Beijing Film Studio has been established for decades and there are all kinds of people. For example, the famous Li Chunping, who claimed to be kept by a rich Hollywood woman, used to be in the security department of the Beijing Film Studio. He was sentenced to three years for fighting and was fired. Sun Wenjin wrote the review himself, so he was quite regretful. Why didn't Chen Qi slap Zhao Qingli? Or just beat him up, that would be a good reason. Chen Qi: Do you think I'm stupid? I came from an era where fighting back meant fighting back! A slap for 50,000 yuan, the risk is second only to helping an old lady... Speaking of which, the reason why he was so ambiguous about entering the Beijing Film Studio was because of the existence of these guys. Once he entered and had a formal identity, he would inevitably be constrained in every way. Where does he get so much time to fight with these people? This is not a home fighting story, nor a workplace story! Unless he can parachute in with a very detached identity, or simply start a new gang. "Xiao Chen! Xiao Chen!"
Just as she reached the door of the studio, Gong Xue, who had been waiting for a long time, ran over in a hurry: "Where have you been?" "Do you have something to talk to me about?" "I've heard about it. I wasn't there yesterday. Are you okay?" "No, I'm fine!" Seeing her anxious look, Chen Qi couldn't help but want to tease her: "Why, are you worried about me? Then I'll turn into Xiong Xinxin and go to the hospital for a few days. You have to visit me every day?" "I'm talking to you seriously! Don't joke." Gong Xue frowned and stamped her feet, trying to raise her voice and pretend to be angry, but unfortunately she looked like a little rabbit no matter how hard she tried. "Oh, it's okay, I just cursed an old bitch, that guy deserved it!" "Then you can't... why are you swearing???" Gong Xue turned her head. "Ah? Old bitch is not a swear word, always respect him as an old man, bitch is, bitch, uh... Forget it, let's go in!" The two entered the studio, and everyone was waiting inside. Chen Qi was back for the first time since he went to the hospital yesterday, and everyone welcomed him like a hero. Outsiders hate the term "protecting one's own child", but everyone likes to be the one being protected. "..." Zhao Qingli was there too, and he was honest now. He glanced at him and didn't dare to say a word. Chen Qi didn't bother to care anymore, and discussed the next scene with Li Wenhua and Yuan Heping. Xiong Xinxin had to be hospitalized for observation for a few days, but the scenery had been built and could not be dismantled, so he could only wait. Li Wenhua said: "How about shooting an outdoor scene first? That street is half built, and we can shoot half of the street without any problem." "That's fine, but this scene requires a lot of extras, and there are several small roles with lines." "Go to the Film Academy to look for them. It's a day off tomorrow, so let them come for one day. Give them a subsidy of one yuan, and they can finish the shooting in one day." Li Wenhua said. "Okay, I'll go right away!" Chen Qi responded. When shooting at the Beijing Film Studio, extras are found on the spot, either from the crew members or from the factory employees. If there are not enough, they have to go outside. So in the 1990s, there was a group of migrant workers waiting outside the door every day, waiting to be called to act. It depends on how you say it. If you are Wang Baoqiang, it means you have a dream and work hard. If you are not Wang Baoqiang, it means you are unrealistic and daydreaming.