Since 1983

Early the next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Snow covered the Asian Games Village, a tall and thin figure came downstairs, the cold air hit his face, and he sneezed immediately:

"Oh, how time flies, it's been nine years with only four hundred chapters!"

Xu Fei drove the broken car like a tractor to Beijing and Taiwan.

It was a holiday, but as a result, the unit was recruited, and all staff cleaned up to welcome the leader. He walked back and didn't want to have conflicts with Director Zhao. It would be bad to make trouble in the future.

In the 1980s, the second ring road was a wasteland, and in the early 1990s, the third ring road was a suburb. The Asian Games Village is on the North Fourth Ring Road, so I just thought how remote this place is...

The wheels of the wheels pressed against the snowy road, creaking and rolling over the unit, and all the people who were eating and drinking for nothing arrived, and it was full of enthusiasm.

Teacher Xu was carrying a shovel, shoveling snow in the yard, shoveling a piece from under his feet, running and pushing it forward, scoffing at a white strip.

Go back to the happy time in elementary school in an instant.

"Little Xu!"

Zheng Xiaolong leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Is "Big Sabbath" on?"

"We've been filming for four or five days."

"Be careful, let people know it's not good."

"Understood, how about your 'BJ Man in New York'?"

"It's too bad. I thought over and over again, this movie can't be filmed in China, so I can only go to New York."

Zheng Xiaolong was depressed, "But the cost of going to New York is too high. At the beginning of this year, I don't know what the plan is?"

"Have you chosen an actor?"

"Jiang Wen! Apart from him, I can't think of anyone to play Wang Qiming."

As soon as Director Zhao came, Zheng Xiaolong immediately became the leader, and a group of people only followed him. Seeing the talk about the new play, they all came to listen.

Li Xiaoming said: "Old Zheng just focused on going to the United States. I said that the interior scenes will be set in China, and the exterior scenes will go to New York. They don't agree."

"It feels different, understand? I asked you to set up a Supermarket, will you do it?"

"What?" Zhao Baogang was confused.

"Supermarket." Xu Fei said.

"Look! How many people know about supermarkets? There are soy sauce shops all over the United States, and we still have soy sauce shops here, and the kind that scoops with a big wooden spoon...

Anyway, I figured it out, the cost would have to be more than 1 million US dollars, right? "

Everyone was about to say it was cheap, but when they heard about the unit behind them, they all exclaimed, "That's five or six million yuan!"

"More than that, the black market can reach 10 million."

"Damn it, Old Zheng, you still have time to wake up!"

"..."

Xu Fei scratched his head, oh, it's only over a million.

…………

Just after New Year's Day, the senior officials of Guangdong Province were notified, and excitedly ran around telling each other, "The old man we have been looking forward to for a long time is finally coming!"

At the same time, the long-awaited (tu) (cao) leader of Beijing and Taiwan also came.

In fact, this is a common practice in the literary and art circles. Every time before the Spring Festival, there will be a "New Year Conference in the literary and art circles", inspecting several representative units, giving speeches, emphasizing the creative spirit of this year, and so on.

Jingtai was only selected again.

If the leader sees too much, he will be annoyed, and no one will be excited.

After inspecting the stage, I came to the center again. I didn’t sit down much, and only said a few words: “It’s more difficult to produce modern works. I can’t blame everything. To bear, the social aspect must also understand.

Of course, literary and art workers must also be careful. If a work can't even see the author's sweat, it's not good if people have to comprehend and bear it after putting it together in a daze. "

Anyway, in Xu Fei's ears, there is a subtle sense of high-level unified action, encouraging them to create boldly and not to be too afraid.

Then he joked about the center's office, saying it was dirty and messy.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Zheng Xiaolong finally had the courage to ask: ""The Story of the Editorial Department" sent you a tape, have you read it?"

"Story from the Editorial Office?"

The big leader liked this group of talented and motivated guys very much, and said with a smile: "I didn't read it, I asked the young people in our office to read it.

I played basketball with them during the break, asked how it was, and said it was very good. I think their level should be high enough, if they feel good, then there is no problem. "

"call……"

Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Pants heaved a sigh of relief, it's done!

Li Muyin was silent by the side, and the director immediately said, "Arrange this show to air immediately!"

Ouch! Teacher Xu was amazed, this is a typical example of being open-minded at the top, fearful at the bottom, and thinking about things.

When the big leader made a statement, even if he mentioned it casually, the stage quickly responded.

After the family left, there was another internal meeting, and another meeting the next day. Xu Fei couldn't leave, and was extremely bored.

"Come on, let's have a small meeting!"

On the afternoon of January 4th, Director Zhao, who had just come down from upstairs, greeted everyone excitedly.

Sitting lazily in the conference room, Director Zhao didn't mind, and said with a smile: "Say a happy event! After two days of research in the station, I really think that our office space is too small for future development."

Yo!

Everyone was instantly refreshed, and sure enough, they heard: "According to the decision of the leadership team, the center will be moved to the new building of Zaojun Temple."

"Zaojun Temple? Isn't Taili building a dormitory building over there?"

"Are we going to live in the dormitory?"

"I heard that the resources are going to go over one after another. That side will be the home game in the future, and this side will be considered a split helm."

"Okay, be quiet!"

Director Zhao knocked on the table, "The platform will give us a five-story building, a single family, so we don't have to live together in the future. In addition, there are funds for this year and moving expenses, totaling more than two million yuan."

Wow!

The people who are used to being poor were very pleasantly surprised. They used to be only a few hundred thousand, and each of them was frugal, and each of them shined brightly, proud and aggrieved.

Zheng Xiaolong's eyes lit up, and he was about to say that he would give "BJ People in New York" all the time, but he looked back and said, of course, "Last year, I proposed the idea of ​​a 100-episode series. At that time, there were many difficulties and lack of funds. Now Is it all right?

It doesn't take much to move, and more than 2 million yuan to shoot 100 episodes, what do you think, Lao Zheng? "

I think you are a daddy!

Zheng Xiaolong really wanted to scold the street, so he forced a smile and said: "It is very feasible."

"That's good!"

Director Zhao was beaming, "We'll start right away and write the script first. Xiao Xu, do you have a job in hand?"

When he named a famous screenwriter, Xu Fei was taken aback, "Uh, I'm planning to be in New York."

"Oh, old Li, you take charge. And Chen Yanmin, you join in too."

So, Li Xiaoming and Chen Yanmin were appointed to write the stinky and long "Kyoto Chronicle".

Xu Fei was very embarrassed and always talked about things in New York.

He knew the general origin of this play: Zheng Xiaolong wanted to find Sanjiu Weitai for alms, but he was scared away when he heard it, but he gave 500,000 RMB as a start-up fee for free.

Later, he tried to ask for a loan from a bank to no avail. At first the bank disagreed, there was no precedent, and this guy leapfrogged to write a letter to the central leadership...

In the end, the loan was obtained, and the real estate of the unit was boldly mortgaged, that is, the new building that was about to be moved there.

"Over a million dollars..."

Mr. Xu weighed silently, "BJ Man in New York" seems to have not lost money, right?