Dongfang Company is a state-owned enterprise, and if it makes more profits, it should play a greater role.
For example, Xinhua Bookstore has supported more than 20 million yuan in book development in poor areas in Laos and border areas, which is one of the functions of state-owned enterprises.
Leader Zhu originally wanted him to do something, but now he gave up the idea and said: "You swore to the radio and television, then do what you say and don't do it on your own."
"Don't worry, I won't fight an uncertain battle."
Chen Qi paused and said, "I have a few more things to report to you. There is a Sundance Film Festival in the United States in January, and we have a work participating in it. There is also an American Golden Globe Awards, and I have been invited to participate."
"Yeah, sure! It's a good thing to communicate more with the American film industry."
"Dongfang Company will be a department-level unit from now on. It doesn't even have a serious office space. It still lives in a bungalow on the site of Beijing Film Studio. Isn't it a bit too miserable? Can you help find a place?"
"Hmph! Your Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone, even me."
Leader Zhu snorted and said, "That's okay. I'll find you a piece of land in Nancheng. Do you want to go?"
"hey-hey!"
Chen Qi was joking, deliberately.
His intention to annex the Beijing Film Studio has long been spread along with the turmoil. The attitude from the top is very subtle, and there is a feeling of watching the excitement. The leaders are not disgusted with this idea, but it depends on the timing.
If Beijing Film Studio really declines to the bottom, and Oriental Company is at its peak, it would not be a bad idea.
"Your office has water, heating, and spacious space. It's better than ordinary ministerial units. Just don't touch it."
Leader Zhu followed the topic and said, "You just happened to be back. Tomorrow you go meet the newly transferred leader and work together well from now on."
"How many are there?"
"Three people, one full-time and two deputy. They are responsible for administration, party building, labor union and other matters. Those business departments are under you and are fully managed by you. When the structure is set up, you can recruit more people and don't act like a grassroots team.
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"I understand!"
Dongfang Company will parachute three leaders, one main office and two deputy departments.
Chen Qi's position is also vice president, specializing in business, but his rank is full, which shows that he has great power. It also implies that he is just not old enough. When he reaches the age, he will be promoted naturally.
So Chen Qi is looking forward to being in his thirties and looking forward to it in all aspects.
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The position is low and the weight is low. The car is still a van.
In the cold winter in Beijing, a Hiace Bread was driving on the streets where the snow had not been swept cleanly. In the blink of an eye, it returned to the Beijing Film Studio. It beeped twice at the door, and the man in the communication room poked his head out.
He is getting older and his voice is not as strong as before.
"You're back? It's so nice to stay at home in the cold weather!"
“There are too many things to do and I can’t take any time off!”
Chen Qi threw a pack of Marlboros casually, and the uncle took it skillfully and said with a smile: "It's you after all!"
The van drove in and after a few steps, an aunt stopped her again. The aunt held up the passenger window and shouted, "Boss Chen, can your building be built in a year or two?"
"You have to talk to Factory Manager Hu about this matter! If he's not in a hurry, there's nothing I can do about it."
"Why don't you follow up and apply to take over the Beijing Film Studio? Your level has been raised, and we are working together as a family!"
"Oh, I remember it! When the time comes, you have to support me if I really do it... Also, don't call me Boss Chen, it makes me sound like a bourgeois." Chen Qile said.
"Come on! One script of yours is worth a year's salary in our entire factory. If you are not a bourgeois, who is a bourgeois? I would rather follow the bourgeoisie!"
The aunt muttered and left.
Chen Qi was silent for a moment.
Since the reform of the studio, the changes in the thoughts of these employees can be seen with the naked eye. The changing environment of the times does not change people's thoughts all at once, but is hidden in various specific things.
For example, with the rise of TV dramas, the concept of "remuneration" has emerged in China.
The film system is deeply ingrained. You only need to get a salary and give some subsidies for filming. But TV dramas are a new thing. The director wants to hire an actor, but the actor doesn't want to come. What should I do?
You can't spend money on movies, but you can on TV series because there are no regulations.
Like "Little White Dragon" in "Journey to the West", Yang Jie wanted Wang Bozhao to play the role. Wang Bozhao didn't want to play and deliberately offered a high price. He paid 500 yuan for an episode, and Yang Jie gave it. After filming three episodes, he got 1,500.
The van stopped downstairs.
Chen Qi got out of the car, walked around the office first, and then went upstairs.
"You're back? How was the conversation?"
"I'm just filming a TV series... Ouch!"
As soon as he entered the door, without taking off his shoes, Gong Xue gave him a firm hug and kissed his face. Chen Qiyile said: "You are becoming more and more Westernized, can you be more reserved?"
"My child is six months old, why should I be reserved?"
Gong Xue brought him slippers and hummed: "Who's husband and wife can't see each other several times a year? They finally came back, and they will leave after a few days. You have just become Westernized, and you only want to go to the United States."
"I'm attending the film festival! Then you go with me?"
"I'm not going, I want to see my son!"
Gong Xue picked up Zhuangzhuang and said, "A child is different every day. When he grows up, you will see him twice a year. Do you think he knows you as his father?"
"I……"
Chen Qi was speechless and sighed: "There's nothing we can do about it. The nature of my job is special."
He took his son and wanted to hug him, but the child was not used to crying when he opened his mouth, so he had to hand it back in embarrassment.
Gong Xue felt distressed again and said: "It's okay, it's okay. When he is older, I will take him to see you. I usually tell him your story to let him know what an amazing person his father is."
"You say I feel like a martyr!"
Chen Qi pinched his strong face. Since he can't accompany him, he has to look at education and don't let his character become bad.
I will write an essay when I go to school in the future: "My father is very busy and doesn't have much time to spend with my mother and me. When I was a child, I always complained about him. Only now do I understand that my father - minister is not just a title, but also a responsibility! He shoulders the responsibility of the whole country.
The mission of literary and artistic undertakings..."
Then it will be useless.
The couple got tired of each other for a while, and when they talked about the TV series, Chen Qi asked: "You have been resting for more than a year, and you still don't want to film? Why don't you try filming a TV series?"
"I'm really not ready. I'm thinking about working, and it's uncomfortable to be separated from my children. Can I take Zhuangzhuang with me for filming?"
"How to take care of the child? Let the child go to the crew? Or let your mother follow?"
"What should I do? I won't become a housewife, right? Then I will grow old and become a yellow-faced woman, and your sisters will snatch you away!" Gong Xue looked pitiful.
"Forget it, let me help you figure out what to take!"
Chen Qi rubbed her head and felt that she was a little silly after giving birth and was becoming more dependent.
He wanted Gong Xue to continue his career. If he stayed at home all year round and had no contact with the outside world, he would become even stupider and would not even have a common language.
(Finish and call it a day!)
Chapter completed!