Chapter 673: When the water is too clear, there will be no fish
Lin Weimin and Xu Feng returned the favor and used the distribution rights of "Farewell My Concubine" to successfully help Tian Congming and Teng Jinxian break through the stalemate in the national film policy reform, which made the two overjoyed.
When they got together, Tian Congming always talked about not being able to recruit Lin Weimin to his team, and his words were full of regret.
A casual stir can cause changes in the situation. If he were to become the director of the Film Bureau, his reform plans would be much more successful.
Teng Jinxian sighed, "Our film industry is a 'troublesome' industry. You know how many people in charge have been criticized in the past. Many people would rather not be promoted than take on this job."
Tian Congming smiled bitterly. Although he was young and held a high position, he had no background and had worked his way up from a very difficult place.
"It's not easy to do any job. But to be honest, I really envy the intellectuals like Weimin. They are much more popular than us who make movies. Old man, hehe..."
Tian Congming recalled the old man's excitement when he mentioned Lin Weimin's work that day in the sea, and he felt uncomfortable. Even though he didn't fight or compete, Jian was in the emperor's heart!
"You can't compare, there's no way to compare, don't even think about it, it'll only add to your troubles!" Teng Jinxian advised, waving his hands.
After saying that, the two of them burst into laughter.
In mid-June, after a three-month hiatus, the second batch of books in the Ragdoll series will be on the market, with the first print run of 200,000 copies of each novel.
A few days before the listing, the entrance of the National Literature Printing Factory in Daxing was filled with trucks from all over the country. All the books ordered by the Xinhua Bookstore system were transported by the postal system, and only some secondary channel booksellers would rush to drive and wait in front of the printing factory waiting for loading.
The printing task of the second batch of books in the Ragdoll Series happened to fall to the National Literature Printing Factory. The factory has been working overtime these days and working until very late every day.
At the same time, the construction site next door was still busy. That was the second phase of the factory building being built by the National Literature Printing Factory. It was much more upscale than the first phase which only had a bungalow. It was said that all the equipment being put into use was computer printing equipment. The National Literature Press spent seven or eight million on the second phase of the factory building and equipment.
The security guard at the entrance of the printing factory and the driver who was transporting goods were smoking and chatting casually.
There was no one around at night and the driver was bored waiting. The books were still being packed and only after they were packed could their trucks enter the yard.
"There are so many rules in this big company!" the driver sighed.
"Of course!"
As the two were talking, a figure suddenly jumped out of the darkness.
"Who told you to smoke here? Don't you know that fireworks are strictly prohibited here?"
The person came with a stern tone. The security guard and the driver were stunned before they could even see the person.
The driver was about to speak when the security guard reacted. Although he couldn't see the face clearly, he could tell from the voice that this was the leader of the Chinese Literature Society.
"Hello, President Mou!" The security guard hurriedly greeted him and apologized, "We are also on night shift and want to smoke a cigarette to refresh ourselves. We dare not be inside the factory. We are outside!"
Mou Chunzhi said, "We can't do that outside either. What unit are we in? Do you know about the printing factory? Which of ink and paper is not flammable? How were you trained before you took up your post? Open flames are strictly prohibited in the field and nearby areas. Didn't anyone tell you that?"
Seeing that Mou Chunzhi was not letting go, the guard groaned inwardly and stammered, "I'm telling you, President Mou, this is my first time too..."
"Okay, go on duty and stop smoking."
Hearing Mou Chunzhi's words, the guard breathed a sigh of relief.
I watched Mou Chunzhi enter the factory, then looked not far away and indeed saw a car.
I felt regretful. Why didn't I notice it just now? I was just busy chatting.
"Who is this guy? So arrogant? He's making a big deal out of smoking?" the driver asked unconvinced.
The guard was in a bad mood and hated the driver too. He said indifferently, "Who? The big boss of Guowen Publishing House, the vice president in charge of printing business, the deputy director-general. When your boss comes, you have to curry favor with him. People from Xinhua Bookstore have to treat him to a meal."
The driver was shocked. "Deputy department-level leader? Why is he coming to this remote place so late at night?"
The guard became even more upset when he heard the driver look down on their printing factory.
"You know nothing! Our factory looks inconspicuous, but do you know how much its annual output is?"
"How many?"
"30 million!"
"How many?"
The driver's voice rose two pitches, he couldn't believe it.
Baowei felt relieved and repeated, "30 million, this is just the printing cost. Do you know what that means? There are many printing houses like ours in Guowen Publishing House. The printing cost alone is 70 to 80 million a year."
The driver exclaimed, "Oh my goodness! Printing alone cost 70 to 80 million. If the books are sold, it must be 400 to 500 million, right?"
The guard couldn't help but show off to the driver, "It's not that high. They said that the company's sales last year totaled less than 400 million yuan. You people who work in this field should know that if you discount the sales by 60% or 70%, it would definitely be 200 to 300 million yuan."
At this time in 1993, there were quite a few companies in China with an output value of over 100 million yuan. They were basically dominant local companies and major taxpayers. Their leaders were guests of honor of local governments and nationally renowned entrepreneurs with countless honors.
In contrast, Guowen Publishing House sells two to three hundred million books a year, but has never had any sense of existence.
The driver couldn't help but think of his own boss, who made millions a year from selling books, which was already the best in his eyes. But compared with the Guowen Publishing House, he was just a little brother.
As he thought about it, the driver started laughing again. He felt that he had really gone crazy. How could his boss compare with the Chinese Literature Society?
“Old Huang, I’ve told you so many times, I don’t care how you arrange your relatives, the rules cannot be broken!
We are a printing company! A printing company! Do you know that? How many times do you have to tell me?
The security guard and the driver gathered together to smoke. Are they afraid that our factory might catch fire?
If there really is a fire, not only you, but I will also be the one to bear the consequences!"
In the simple office, Mou Chunzhi was furious and scolded the deputy factory director on duty like his grandson. The "Old Huang" he called him stood there sweating profusely, but did not dare to say a word in rebuttal.
After scolding for more than ten minutes, Mou Chunzhi finally softened his attitude and said to Lao Huang, "Replace the person for me tomorrow. If I find such a thing again, your brother-in-law's intercession will be useless."
"Yes, yes, President Mou, I will make him leave tomorrow and will never cause any trouble to the factory. This time it was all my fault for not supervising properly."
With Lao Huang's statement, Mou Chunzhi nodded with satisfaction. After a slap in the face, he had to give something sweet.
"I don't care if you arrange another relative, but the rules cannot be broken. Do you understand?"
Old Huang felt relieved. With Mou Chunzhi's words, he could explain it to his second aunt.
"Yes, yes."
"Okay, you go first."
Mou Chunzhi waved his hand and Lao Huang left the office.
After showing off his power, Mou Chunzhi was in a good mood.
Don't be fooled by Old Huang's respectful behavior now. He was not like this when the printing factory was first opened.
At that time, the National Literature Printing Factory had just settled in Huangcun. Old Huang's brother-in-law was the leader of the town, so he was assigned to the factory. Relying on the fact that his brother-in-law was the leader of the town, his attitude was extremely arrogant.
It was not until Mou Chunzhi asked his classmates to talk to the leaders of Daxing County that he and his brother-in-law behaved themselves a little.
Including the natives of Huangcun, if Mou Chunzhi did not have connections with the county, he really would not be able to control the situation here. After all, he has the advantage of being born and raised here.
In the past two years, the Huangcun Printing Factory has been changing every day, with an annual output value of 20 to 30 million yuan. It has created more than 200 jobs in Daxing County, not to mention how much GDP has been indirectly boosted. The surrounding villages have all benefited from the printing factory.
After keeping a low profile, Lao Huang's work ability was still pretty good, and Mou Chunzhi also gave face to his brother-in-law and promoted him to the position of deputy factory director.
He has been in office for more than a year, and it is hard work, but his salary is higher than that of his brother-in-law, and he makes a lot of extra income. All those booksellers who come to the factory to buy books, who should not express his gratitude?
Mou Chunzhi knew this very well, but he never pointed it out. After all, if the water is too clear, there will be no fish.
After taking a walk around the workshop, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Mou Chunzhi prepared to rush back to Yanjing overnight as he had to go to Hangzhou tomorrow.
"President Mou, oh my, it's really not easy to see you!"
Just as he was about to leave the office, Mou Chunzhi was blocked at the door. He looked at the face in front of him and recalled. He was a second-tier channel bookseller in eastern Shandong. His surname was Wang, right?
"Boss Wang? Hello, hello. Why are you here so late?"
"My brother is here to transport the goods, and I'm worried because there are too many robbers on the road now. Besides, isn't this also to see you?"
Boss Wang was very enthusiastic. After chatting for a few words, Mou Chunzhi wanted to leave, but he refused to let him.
"Let's have some food together, let's have some food, I'll arrange it!"
"No, I have to catch a train tomorrow, so I won't be able to make it in time."
"It's still in time. It's still in time. I'll have someone take you directly to the train station."
The two men pulled each other for a long time, but Mou Chunzhi insisted on leaving. Boss Wang couldn't stop him, so he trotted to catch up with his car and stuffed a box of things into the trunk.
When Mou Chunzhi got off the car, he wanted to take out his things. Boss Wang said, "It's just a few packs of cigarettes. They're not worth much."
Mou Chunzhi took a closer look and found that they were indeed a few cartons of cigarettes, but they were imported. After estimating the value of the cigarettes, he said, "Don't do this again next time."
Boss Wang smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I won't do it again."
After chatting for a while, Mou Chunzhi got in the car.
Boss Wang stood there and watched Mou Chunzhi leave, "President Mou, take care!"
The journey back to Yanjing took more than an hour. The driver, Xiao Weng, sent Mou Chunzhi to his doorstep, opened the trunk, picked up the box of cigarettes and walked home.
Mou Chunzhi took a cigarette out of the box and threw it back into the car. "The cigarettes that Boss Wang sent are pretty good. You should try them too."
Xiao Weng smiled and said, "Thank you, President!"
Apparently, this isn't the first time this has happened.
Given Mou Chunzhi's level, he is not qualified to be assigned a car, let alone a driver.
Both the car and the driver belong to Lin Weimin, but Lin Weimin has always driven himself to and from get off work and is not used to having a driver. Since he was assigned a car and a driver, he has contributed these two things to several vice presidents and deputy editors-in-chief in the agency. Whoever wants to go out has to negotiate with each other about the use of the car.
The publishing house originally had a bus for everyone to use, but because it was used in so many places, it was once very crowded. With his car, it is much more convenient for several vice presidents and deputy editors-in-chief to go out and do business, and Lin Weimin's move was well received by everyone.
Two years ago, it would have been impossible for anyone to give gifts to Mou Chunzhi, the vice president in charge of printing business.
But things are different nowadays. Guowen Press publishes many best-selling books, sometimes even to the point where demand exceeds supply. Booksellers from all over the country try every possible means to get as many books as possible.
Of course, their first target was Wei Fengjun, who was in charge of issuance. This also made Wei Fengjun fatter. Later, everyone gradually realized that it would be better to curry favor with Mou Chunzhi than with Wei Fengjun.
It is true that Wei Fengjun is in charge of distribution, but the book has to be printed before you can distribute it.
If Mou Chunzhi could be asked to do something convenient, his role would be no less useful than Wei Fengjun's.
Everyone also discovered that Mou Chunzhiyuan was not as greedy as Wei Fengjun, and he was honest in his work. Although the opening was small, it was safe!
The young man carried the things into the Mou family and came out. After he left, his wife asked, "Why are you accepting other people's things again?"
"It's just a few packs of cigarettes, nothing." Mou Chunzhi said.
He felt that he was not Wei Fengjun, so he was not greedy and took things slow and steady. Even if he was discovered, it would only be a small problem.
What's more, he is much better at dealing with people than Wei Fengjun. Whenever Xiao Weng goes out with him, he never comes with empty-handed.
"We've only had a few days of good life, don't make trouble!" warned the wife.
"Don't worry, I know what's going on!"
(End of this chapter)
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