Chapter 655: What will it look like in the future (fourth update today) The change of cadres at the department level involves a lot. If the unit itself is very influential, it should be taken even more seriously. The key employees had arrived, and all the department directors (department level) in the factory were sitting in the front row. After a while, several old comrades came on stage. The leader was Ding Qiao, as well as Wang Yang, Hu Qiming, and Zhang Erzhan. A deputy director. Ding Qiao personally announced: "According to the Notice No. 108 of the Party Leadership Group of the Ministry of Culture, Comrade Hu Qiming, deputy director of the Film Bureau, has been appointed as the director of Beijing Film Studio, and Comrade Wang Yang has been appointed as a consultant!" "I hope that Beijing Film Studio will take the lead and do a good job in creative production, business management, and employee team building. All employees in the factory should unite around the new team and become one..." Ding Qiao is here to take care of things. Wang Yang was sitting next to him, distracted. He is 68 years old. He has been a director for 35 years and has produced more than 200 movies. He has made outstanding achievements. Now he has taken a back seat and become a consultant. What does a consultant do? It is used to comfort old comrades and use the remaining heat. However, he obeyed the organizational arrangements. He was indeed old. With the wave of reform coming, Beijing Film Studio also needed a new atmosphere. The key is whether Hu Qiming can bring a new atmosphere? Wang Yang sighed secretly. When he came to his senses, it was his turn to speak. He had a lot to say, but he was speechless at the microphone. He only said: "Everyone supports the work of the new leader, unite and progress, and reach a higher level!"
"Whoosh!" Ding Qiao said: "Comrade Hu Qiming please speak now!" Wang Yang was very thin, while Hu Qiming was fatter, with a broad face and big ears, and wore glasses. He smiled and said: "I am from the Beijing Film Studio. Young comrades may not know that I was working in production and participated in "Little Soldiers". Works such as "Zhang Ga" and "Song of Youth" were later transferred to the film bureau. Now I'm home..." He started to speak, and the people below had different ideas. The set is almost useless! What are Wang Yang’s qualifications? What are Hu Qiming’s qualifications? Everyone should obey if they should, and if they don’t, they won’t. The meeting didn't last long and ended after speaking. Hu Qiming smiled and said: "Old factory director, don't really retire and enjoy your leisure time. I was a soldier under you back then, and now I still need your guidance." "Hey, let's talk about something else. I usually have to spend time with my little grandson. Okay, you can go ahead and do your work. I'm going back." Wang Yang walked away with his hands behind his back, a little stooped. Hu Qiming came to the main building, entered the factory director's office, and sat on that chair. It felt really different. Although the position of deputy director of the Film Bureau is not low, how can he have the energy to be in charge of a big studio? Beijing Film Studio’s decades of accumulation have shaped that shining signboard, and the signboard is the most valuable! He pondered for a while and immediately summoned several deputy factory directors for a meeting. Listening to the report and understanding the short-term and long-term problems, etc., Zhang Erzhan said: "The matter of building a building in partnership with Dongfang Company has not been resolved yet!" "Oh? What exactly did you say?" "Dongfang Company has only built two buildings, and there are still four buildings to go. They are afraid that people in the factory will cause trouble and refuse to build. They want us to provide guarantees." "What guarantee?" "I didn't go into details. It's probably the vacant land in the development factory." "Does Beijing Film Studio still have free land?" "So many woods, vegetable fields, and old buildings can be bulldozed. There is still a large area behind the Tongzi Building. This year, many new people have joined the factory, and there is no place to live. The housing problem is very tense."
Last year, there was a riot at the Beijing Film Studio. Hu Qiming heard about it, but he didn't expect it to be resolved yet. He said, "Well, let's find time to discuss it in detail. Is there anything else?" "The factory wants to film "Dream of Red Mansions", but there are huge differences." "Is there any director candidate?" "Director Xie Tieli said that if the factory dares to shoot it, he will take it!" "Director Xie is indeed a good fit!" Hu Qiming also took a small notebook and recorded it very carefully. He knew that he was in his early 60s and would retire after a few years to play a transitional role. But as a leader, even if you work for a few days, you still want to make some noise, otherwise wouldn't it be in vain? … Courtyard No. 2, Shoubi Hutong. Wang Yang did not want a new building and continued to live in the old courtyard. It was hot in midsummer, and the sun shone through the gourd shelf in patches on the ground. Wang Yang had just come back, changed into an old man's vest, made a pot of tea and listened to the radio. His family had a large population and housing was in short supply. Fortunately, they were allocated a lot of rooms, with eleven rooms in total, which could still be accommodated. "As the Los Angeles Olympics approach, the Chinese sports delegation will also set off... They are actively preparing for the Olympics and participating in the Olympics in good physical condition and mental outlook, vowing to achieve good results..." "In September this year, the Olympic Council of Asia will hold its third congress in Seoul, at which time the venue for the 11th Asian Games will be determined... BJ and Hiroshima, Japan, will compete for the hosting rights." Sports news came from the radio. Wang Yang took a sip of tea and said to himself: "It's the Olympics and the Asian Games. Culture and sports are inseparable, but in this matter, sports attract more attention. I don't know if we can succeed in the bid..." "Definitely! The temperature in Hiroshima hasn't dropped yet. Are we going to hold the Asian Games or a barbecue party?" Um? The old man looked up and saw his grandson standing at the door with a lot of gifts and a smile on his face, and hummed: "What are you doing here?" "I just came back today, and I happened to hear that you retired, so I came to take a look." "You don't need to worry about me!" "That's what I said! You love to be lively, and you can't adapt to the cold weather. What should you do if you get sick? I have brought you a lot of good things and I haven't eaten yet. Let's drink some." Chen Qi stepped forward and took out some food and wine, put them on the table, poured wine for the old man, and said with a smile: "This is the last time I drink. Sister Xue and I want to have a child. I have to take care of myself. I even have to give up Coca-Cola. That thing Spermicide." "Spermicide?" Wang Yang couldn't help laughing and scolded: "That's nonsense. Foreigners all drink Coca-Cola, so how do they have children? Oh, Xiao Gong said that he takes care of the family, so I guess you want children. Well, it's time to have a baby." Fenjiu, home-cooked side dishes. The old man and the young man clinked their glasses, inhaling hissingly and spitting it out loudly at the same time. Chen Qi said: "Are you going to the factory again in the future?" " "Go if you need it. Don't cause trouble for them if you don't need it." "Okay, you have worked hard all your life and deserve to enjoy peace and happiness. Why do you care about so many things? Now the country encourages old comrades to retire and cadres to become younger. You must respond to the country's call."
"Let's retreat and make way for you kid, right?" "You are at the department level, how can I get there in one step? My promotion is only half a level. Besides, how old I am, I must be 27-28, right?" Wang Yang was too lazy to pay attention to him. What else did the deputy director of Twenty-Seven-Eight want? The last room assignment seemed to have never happened. Chen Qi kept talking about all the things he had done in Hong Kong. Wang Yang sometimes laughed and sometimes gave advice. Before he knew it, he had finished a pound of wine. "Old man!" Chen Qi drank the last sip of wine, exhaled, and said: "The studio has to be responsible for its own profits and losses. I dare say that no one in the country can make a difference. They can still get loans in the first few years, but they will have to rest when the loans are not repaid." vegetable. This is not my decision. If the country only reforms the studios and does not reform the market, it will take advantage of you. It is also a matter of time for China Film and Film Corporation to do so. I have the ability to take over any mess, which is a good thing. You can't always think about the past, you have to think about the future. The day Beijing Film Studio really comes to a standstill, it’s better for me to take over than for someone else to take over, right? " “…” Wang Yang was speechless in a daze, as if he was drunk. Chen Qi shut up when he saw this, and asked Wang Yang's wife to help him in and lay down. The old lady smiled and said, "You are the one who comes. He is happy every time you come, and you drink too much. I heard that you are here." Are you and Xiao Gong planning to have a baby?” "Oh, how come the whole world knows about this? I'm so sorry!" "Haha, it shows that you are famous. It's okay. I'll watch him. If you have anything to do, leave first." "I'll see you again when I have time!" Chen Qi left a bunch of gifts behind, walked out of the yard, and got into the van outside. The driver looked at him and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, have you been drinking?" "Have a drink with the old man and go back to Beijing Film Studio." "Okay!" As the van started to move forward, Chen Qi felt a little drunk, but his mind was clear. He understood Wang Yang's mood very well. "Our socialist studio will become..." "What does it look like?" (There will be more at night...) (End of chapter)