That evening, under Wang Hui's arrangement, Shen Fang met several bigwigs from the Central Academy of Drama: Director Liu from the Film Bureau, Director Li from the State Administration of Radio and Television (both in charge of censorship), and a bigwig from the Ministry of Culture. I won't go into details here, but they were all graduates of the Beijing Film Academy, which has a long history.

Its predecessor was the Performing Arts Research Institute of the Central Film Bureau, founded in 1950. In 1951, it was renamed the Film School of the Film Bureau of the Central People's Government, and in 1953, it was renamed the Beijing Film School. In 1956, it was restructured into the Beijing Film Academy.

It was first established during the founding period of the People's Republic of China, and was one of the earliest cultural research institutes. It was only after the resumption of the college entrance examination that the Beijing Film Academy was established. It is the most orthodox film culture school in China, and naturally, the big names gathered together.

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Shen Fang chatted with several bigwigs, sharing his hopes and aspirations for Chinese cinema and its development. While not exactly a lengthy discourse, he offered some insightful observations, focusing primarily on promoting Chinese culture globally. This was exactly what the bigwigs wanted to hear; they were all government officials whose jobs were similar. They weren't particularly concerned with the specific direction of mainland film development. The film industry had already undergone reforms, and the policies provided were in place. China Film Group wasn't going to sit idly by. Their main purpose in coming was to meet the new financial tycoon from the Beijing Film Academy. After all, their school had produced such a talented young person, and they wanted him to fund the school's development. They couldn't just leave without offering some benefits.

After exchanging toasts...

Shen Fang, reeking of alcohol, looked at Wang Hui.

"Principal Wang, this time you didn't try to fool me after all."

Wang Hui smiled and patted Shen Fang on the shoulder: "Kid, keep it up. We're getting old, and all we do is teach and nurture. The future of Chinese cinema rests on you young people. We all have high hopes for you. Make more good films, and that will make our efforts to cultivate you worthwhile."

"The bridge is built for you. How you walk the rest of the way is up to you. Okay, I'm going back now."

"Don't rush off, take the gift I brought you."

Shen Fang took a bag of ginseng and tea gift boxes he had brought back from South Korea from the trunk and handed it to Wang Hui.

Wang Hui accepted the gift box: "He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's gift is bound to him. You've given me a gift again, haven't you?"

Shen Fang smiled and said, "Please don't be so polite. According to seniority, you are my teacher, and your wife also taught Qianqian for several months. We are not outsiders. Please accept this."

Wang Hui smiled and said, "I really wouldn't want to take anything from others, but I'm not going to refuse what you're giving me. It looks like a good thing, so I'm taking advantage of your generosity."

"Principal Wang, shall I give you a ride?"

Wang Hui waved his hand without turning his head: "It's only a few steps away, you can go back now."

Watching Wang Xiao's figure disappear into the night sky, Chen Fang lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival, September 9th.

"Brother Liu, let's go back."

Driver Liu Xing replied, "Okay, boss."

Liu Xing was Huang Bin's bodyguard and part-time driver, specifically hired for Shen Fang. He was rumored to be a retired special forces soldier and possessed genuine martial arts skills.

"You're back? Why are you drinking again today?" Fan Xiaopang, wearing a face mask, saw Shen Fang's flushed face and drunken appearance and quickly got up to help him, helping him take off his coat.

Shen Fang chuckled and said, "Principal Wang went to a gathering today. There were several higher-ups there, all from the Beijing Film Academy. They chatted quite a bit and drank a bit too much."

Fan Xiaopang helped Shen Fang to the sofa, removed her face mask, and made her a strong cup of tea.

After drinking strong tea and abstaining from alcohol, Chen Fang finally recovered after two cups of tea.

"Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. Remember to call your parents and say hello for me."

Fan Xiaopang leaned against Shen Fang's chest: "What are you going to ask? Aren't you afraid my parents will find out who you are?"

Shen Fang smiled and said, "So what if you know? Just don't tell anyone."

"Forget it, I wouldn't dare let my parents know your current status. Let's talk about it in a few years."

"I'm fine with anything. Just remember to say hello to my parents. They care about these holidays the most. Make sure you do well. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law have a lot of nice things."

Little Fatty's eyes lit up when he heard this: "What good stuff? Does your family have a family heirloom?"

Shen Fang pinched the chubby boy's pretty face: "Yes."

"Tell me, tell me."

"You money-grubber, I'm not telling you."

"Oh, tell me!"

"That won't do, we can't talk about this."

"Ugh, you're teasing me."

Shen Fang got up and looked at the bright moon outside the window.

"Alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger; on every festive occasion, I miss my family all the more. I know my brothers are climbing the heights, wearing dogwood, but one is missing."

"On the day I leave school, I've arranged to go to Wanchun Garden with my classmates. If you're free, you can come too. Let's invite Sister Manyu and the other artists from the company who are free to come as well."

Fan Xiaopang rolled his eyes: "You're so generous with money to Qianqian, but you don't show any appreciation to me. I, Master Shen, am here serving you every day. You can't be this biased, can you?"

Shen Fang lifted Fan Xiaopang's chin: "I have them all, but I haven't found the right one yet. Xiaopang, you like castles, right? I've already had someone look for one. If I find the right one, I'll buy it for you."

"Really?" Little Fatty squeezed into Chen Fang's arms.

Shen Fang smiled: "Of course, when have I ever gone back on my word?"

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"That's more like it. My lord, it's late, let's go to bed. I also bought a nurse's uniform, and I'd like you to take a look at it."

Nurse uniform!!! You vixen!!! I'll teach you a lesson!!!

I picked up the chubby little boy and carried him into the bedroom. That night, he started singing "Conquer".

And so I was conquered by you... (ten thousand words omitted here)...