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The wind is rising and the clouds are surging.
1
Qin Zhijiang is back.
General Manager Wu reported to Chairman Qin. I talked about Gu Fangfei, Brother Kan, and Wang Minghan. Qin Zhijiang took out his phone to show me (ever since the last time Hua Media faced a setback, I have been somewhat sensitive to entertainment news): "Da Hua Group is entering the entertainment industry!"
"Da Hua Young Master meets the Hua Brothers!"
"Da Hua takes action, the filming of 'Time Leaves No Trace' is just around the corner!"
"Da Hua injects new vitality, the Hua Media stock decline slows down!"
"Da Hua Shao Shuai vowed: at any cost, obtain the authorization for 'Traces of Time' and give brother Kan the bluest sky!"
...
Such a passionate declaration.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the entertainment circle was in turmoil. The next day, Hua Media's stock saw a slight increase. Influenced by Qin Zhijiang, I also learned to enhance my intuition and insight from a third-person perspective.
That night, several self-media platforms published articles titled "Time leaves its mark." The author stated that scholars are inherently poor, and those who sell goods must know their worth; they will not easily bow down for a mere five pecks of rice. The next day, the stock index of the Hua Media fell again.
Next, there are rumors that Da Hua Group will collaborate with the Hua Media to establish a new film company called "New Brothers Film Company"! The stock index of the Hua Media has turned positive again. As an onlooker, I am feeling a bit dazzled and overwhelmed.
2.
Qin Zhijiang said he wanted to take me to negotiate the adaptation rights for a play.
Looking at his jacket and the car beneath him, I teased, " Chairman Qin, is this how you're going to dress?"
He looks very innocent and says, "how, is there a problem?"
As long as he's happy, let him be. Short films are all low-budget productions, and investing in them costs very little money.
I had originally planned to carefully do my makeup, but I changed my mind.
The place we are going to is called World Culture Media company. This company is actually located about two kilometers east of Tiananmen Square on the south side of Chang'an Street, on the top floor of an office building. From here, you can not only have a panoramic view of Chang'an Street, but also have a distant view of Tiananmen Square. The location and the large office space make the rent an astonishing figure.
This company is definitely not something our New World can compare to. When we arrived, the receptionist stood up to greet us, but didn't ask who we were looking for. Qin Zhijiang nodded to her and led me straight in. As we walked through, the office area was one large space, divided into several smaller sections by glass walls, each labeled with signs for Public Relations Department, Administration Department, Finance Department, Market Development Department, Domestic Department, International Department, etc. In those cubicles, employees were either focused on their computers or speaking quietly on the phone.
Arriving at the CEO's office, Qin Zhijiang asked me to sit down. A beautiful young woman came in and brought two cups of hot coffee, saying, "Mr. Qin, please wait a moment. The old man is showing the foreign guests around the exhibition hall and will be here soon."
This is a suite with a balcony, and from the balcony, you can see the bustling Chang'an Street to the northwest and some buildings near Tiananmen Square.
After more than twenty minutes, a spirited old man with white hair came in, and Qin Zhijiang pulled me up to greet him.
The old man's eyes and eyebrows were full of kindness: "Come here!" He extended an arm for Qin Zhijiang to lean on, but his gaze stayed on me: "Ting Zhi, 'the shore is adorned with cress, luxuriantly green'—from 'Memorandum of Yueyang Tower.' This name is good. Is your father or mother a teacher?"
The old man's smile made me feel infinitely warm. Qin Zhijiang didn't introduce me, and for a moment, I didn't know how to address him. I could only respond vaguely, "Grandpa, my parents are both teachers, one teaches Chinese, the other teaches history."
The old man gestured for me to sit down: "Have you read the book 'Time leaves its mark'?"
I helped the old man sit securely behind the grand platform and made tea for him before saying, "I've seen it."
"Tell me about it. This work is divided into three parts: the Republic of China, before the reform and opening up, and contemporary times. Which part do you like the most?" The old man picked up his cup and looked at me, as if eager to hear the details.
Qin Zhijiang winked at me, but I had no idea what he meant. The old man reacted first: "Stop winking at me, sit aside."
I inexplicably became nervous: "Grandpa, my dad said that in this work, the middle part is the most profound and flavorful. I also think the middle part is the best, but I can't explain why. Maybe it's because I'm too young and can't understand some things that have the characteristics of the times. Personally, I think the last part is the easiest to evoke empathy and sympathy in our age group, but it seems not as pure as the first two parts..."
The old man laughed, "Well said, fair and just... Do you agree or not, young man?"
I don't know why Qin Zhijiang blushed.
The old man threw a file bag to Qin Zhijiang: "Don't bother me in the future."
Qin Jian opened the bag and pulled out a stack of documents. After looking at the seals and signatures on the back, he said with a smile, "Grandpa, is it related to my second uncle?"
The old man did not answer, "How about you go talk to him again?"
Qin Zhijiang pulled me out, and the old man shouted from behind, "Bring Ting Zhi back home for dinner."
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