They found the place and met the person. Both sides felt the other was unreliable.

Xing Baohua felt that Director Wang was a bit eccentric. Director Wang, on the other hand, felt that Xing Baohua was too young; what factory leader was so young?

Besides, he was beaten up by a group of young guys back then, and he still has some lingering trauma from it. He still harbors some resentment towards young people.

After some introductions, Xing Baohua learned that the director's surname was Wang, and the composer's surname was Li, named Li Houtu. This Mr. Li worked for the provincial capital's song and dance troupe, and his usual duties included composing and arranging music.

Xing Baohua actually wanted an editor, but unfortunately he couldn't persuade him to do it. Would director Wang Daye be willing to do editing?

When I told Zhang Taoming before that I would get a director, it was partly a joke. Now that he's actually here, it's a bit of a headache.

Background music and clips are inexpensive; you can just find some old movies and edit them together. But if you want a high-quality, original piece, it will cost much more.

Xing Baohua had many fragments from his past life in his mind. Some of them were special effects, which couldn't be made or copied, but even some ordinary fragments would cost a lot of money to make!

I had several thousand coins to play with. But that's not possible now, so I talked to the old man about his idea.

Grandpa Wang listened very attentively and even took out a small notebook to take notes.

Finally understanding Xing Baohua's meaning, he asked, "It's just some clips with music. No, didn't Miss Bian say she was filming an advertisement for your factory's electronics plant? How did it become editing clips?"

"Maybe she didn't express herself clearly! Actually, I was just doing a visual promotion for the sound system," Xing Baohua explained.

"I understand what you mean. You want to create a short clip to test your sound quality, right?" said composer Mr. Li.

"Yes," Xing Baohua nodded in response. He thought to himself: "Old Li is so insightful and understanding."

"Old Wang, why don't you cut some movies for him when you're free? You can also watch more movies and learn a bit," Grandpa Li advised Director Wang.

"When will it start, and what footage needs to be edited?" Director Wang's question was a sign of agreement, but it also stumped Xing Baohua.

"We don't have the equipment yet. We're still purchasing a home-grade video recorder. As for the other equipment, Director Wang, please write down what you need and I'll go and find it," Xing Baohua said.

"You don't have any equipment, are we just going to sit here doing nothing?" Grandpa Wang asked.

“No, I’ll take some time to come over and tell you about my ideas. Think about which films you need, and I’ll prepare them for you,” Xing Baohua said.

Then Xing Baohua scratched his head and said, "This place is a bit far from my factory. How about this, you two rest here first, and then we'll go somewhere else tomorrow. Let's go to the Municipal Machinery Factory Guesthouse. It'll be convenient and close for me to come find you after get off work."

"What are your requirements for the music in the film clip, or do you want music that is suitable for the clip?" Grandpa Li asked.

"Do you know how to transcribe sheet music?" Xing Baohua asked Grandpa Li.

"Haha, what kind of question is that?" After pointing at Xing Baohua, he said, "You brought us here just to do this? The director does editing, the composer transcribs the music. If this were before, I would have thrown up in your face."

Grandpa Li's words were truly blunt! This was also a mistake on Xing Baohua's part; although he found the right person, the work he did was not up to par.

Fortunately, Grandpa Li didn't just walk away; he took over Xing Baohua's job.

Xing Baohua felt that the two old men were indeed short of money, otherwise they would have left angrily in the morning.

When Xing Baohua returned, he already had a list from the old man. Since editing was involved, a splicer was needed. The old man specifically requested West German equipment. Where could one find West German equipment?

This puts Xing Baohua in a difficult position, as he genuinely doesn't know anything about these things. He should first ask Liu Junhai, and if that doesn't work, he can let Grandpa Wang find them himself. After all, he's a director and knows where to get these things; he can just pay for them himself.

When I arrived at the little house, I saw my sister-in-law's face was flushed, with a blush rising on her cheeks, as if she had applied rouge.

Her smile was charming, and her lips held a hint of spring.

As a seasoned veteran, I could tell at a glance that their battle after I left must have been quite spectacular.

It's broad daylight, no wonder you kept the doors closed and the curtains drawn. You did all the work during the day, so what were you doing at night?

Liu Haibo lay lazily on the sofa, a stark contrast to his sister-in-law.

"Hua Zi, how's the person we found going?" Liu Haibo asked. And he remained lying on the sofa, showing no sign of getting up.

"He's alright, just a bit older. I don't know if he can handle the effect I want. Let's try him out first and see if he doesn't work out before we replace him. Brother Bo, we need some equipment. Do you know if you can help us find some?" As he spoke, Xing Baohua showed Liu Haibo the equipment that Director Wang had set up.

“Easy. Putting everything else aside, my connections in the Cultural Bureau are stronger than in my own workplace. You can ask your sister-in-law if you don’t believe me,” Liu Haibo said.