Chapter 731 New Power
What Tian Congming showed Lin Weimin was Document No. 384 that the Ministry of Radio, Film and Television was about to issue. Before Document No. 384 was issued, China was not against introducing foreign films, and ordinary people were not unable to watch foreign films.
However, before that, imported films entered the country in batches. They were all old, outdated, and cheap films, the kind whose copyrights could be bought out for only 10,000 or 20,000 US dollars. Chinese audiences could not see the newest, best, and most outstanding films in the world.
From the perspective of moviegoers, it is actually a good thing for them that China Film Corporation introduces foreign films by sharing the profits, as long as the films are good.
As a result of the actions of the Ministry of Radio, Film and Television and China Film Corporation, the first group to suffer is the provincial distribution companies, because this involves a conflict of interests.
The second thing that is uncomfortable is that all the studios and film companies have imported these ten high-quality films and put them in domestic theaters, which is like being fished out.
Everyone was living a peaceful life, but suddenly a group of such lively beasts came in. Who wouldn't worry about losing their audience?
After being used to eating delicacies from land and sea, who would still want to eat simple meals?
In recent years, the domestic film market has been deteriorating, with box office revenue steadily declining. Last year, the domestic film box office was just under 1.4 billion yuan, down more than 70% from its peak in the late 1980s.
You have to know that this is based on an economic upturn and soaring movie ticket prices!
The number of audiences entering cinemas has been decreasing, and now a group of catfish have come in to grab the food, which naturally caused concern among many people working in the domestic film industry.
The impact of the Ministry of Radio, Film and Television's Document No. 384 is still continuing to ferment, and Lin Weimin continues to be busy with his work.
The graduation season has just passed, and the society will soon be recruiting more than a dozen new members. This is the largest number of new members the Chinese Literature Society has ever had, and they are all graduates from major universities in Yenching.
Hearing that new people were going to be hired, the editorial directors of the Guowen Publishing House were like a long-awaited rain. They vied with each other to come and see these talented people, and they were almost ready to try them out.
Chen Jiangen from the Foreign Language Department was waiting at the gate of the Chinese Language Society early in the morning on the day when the college students reported for registration. As soon as he saw a strange young face, he immediately went up to talk to it, reminiscent of the auntie who takes people to the hotel in front of the train station.
The Guowen Society is a very small place, and Chen Jiangen’s outrageous actions were quickly discovered.
Many old colleagues went downstairs to attack him. Although they said they were attacking him, when they came downstairs they were just like the fairies waiting for Tripitaka to pass by on his journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, repeating Chen Jiangen's actions.
If a cultured person loses his moral integrity, ordinary people cannot compare to him.
A group of editor-in-chief were fighting over people at the entrance of Guowen Publishing House. Some of them had been colleagues for decades, but they still quarreled.
What kind of colleague is this? He delayed me from recruiting people and yet he still doesn't care about me at all!
Their absurd behavior could hardly fail to alarm Cheng Zaochun and Lin Weimin who were working in the building. Hearing the noise, the two men came downstairs, their faces as black as the bottom of a pot.
Then they started to blame each other.
"Look at what you've done to everyone!" Cheng Zaochun complained.
"What does it have to do with me? Can you blame me if you don't borrow more people?" Lin Weimin replied.
After a few quiet arguments, Cheng Zaochun and Lin Weimin called all the directors to the conference room.
After entering the conference room, Cheng Zaochun started to speak first, and then Lin Weimin took over, scolding a group of people in their 40s, 50s and 60s until they were embarrassed.
"Look, everyone, look! You are cultured people after all. Look at your performance today. Do you still look like cultured people?
Running to the gate to grab someone? Looks good, huh?
Tell me, who took the lead?
Lin Weimin asked angrily.
Everyone looked at Chen Jiangen without any delay or hesitation.
"Old Chen, Old Chen, what can I say to you? You are almost retired, why are you still so rash? Look how scared you are by those college students!
If you don’t know, you would think our Chinese Literature Society is a den of wolves and tigers!
He came to report for duty and was already assigned to our unit. How could he not be under pressure if you do this to him?
Do I need to think more about it? If I ask someone about it and find out something bad, and the person doesn't come, what do you think I should do? "
Lin Weimin scolded Chen Jiangen bitterly, but Cheng Zaochun felt something was wrong as he listened.
He pulled Lin Weimin to sit down and said, "I see they are like this, it's all because of you who led them astray!"
"What does it have to do with me?"
Cheng Zaochun stopped Lin Weimin from speaking and said to everyone, "From now on, no one is allowed to harass these newly assigned college students. The allocation of personnel has already been decided by the commune, so don't make trouble here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone surrounded him, talking at once, and summed it up in one word.
Shortage of people!
In the past two years, there has been no editorial office of the Guowen Publishing House that has not had great work pressure. Everyone is short of people, so who is pampering whom?
“Stop, stop, stop!” Cheng Zaochun’s head hurt from the noise. He stopped the group of people loudly and shouted, “Whoever keeps talking nonsense will have their quota revoked immediately. There will be no college students this year!”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
Lao Cheng is very satisfied with his deterrent power. You little brat, do you really think the president is not an official?
"President, Editor-in-Chief, I have something to say!"
Just when everyone was intimidated by Cheng Zaochun's power and fell into silence, Gao Xianjun stood up, his face full of tragedy and he looked like a loyal minister who was dying to give advice.
"What are you talking about? Say it!" In his current state, if Cheng Zaochun didn't let him speak, he was really afraid that he would bang his head against the wall.
"I heard that we will only have three people for Buhu this year, but that's not what you said at the beginning. In the past six months, our Buhu editorial team has been overloaded with work, and everyone is overloaded.
The lights in the office were never turned off before 10 o'clock every day. No one dared to take leave when they were sick, and no one could help at home.
If we continue like this, even an iron man can’t bear it!
Leaders, you have to understand us!
All the editorial offices in the company are busy as our editorial team..."
When Gao Xianjun said this, the other editorial directors were unhappy. "Hey, Xianjun, you should just talk about your editorial team. Why are you involving us?"
Cheng Zaochun waved his hand to interrupt everyone and did not let Gao Xianjun speak anymore.
"Of course the publishing house has taken your situation into consideration. The nature of the editing team of the Tiger Series is rather special, so it is not advisable to have too many people. After this group of people are arranged, the publishing house will assign two more people to you as appropriate."
As soon as Cheng Zaochun said this, Gao Xianjun's face suddenly melted like an iceberg.
The others felt uncomfortable. Not only did they come in vain, but they also lost money.
After all, it's exchanging a rookie for an experienced veteran, which is not a good deal no matter how you look at it.
"Boss, which editorial office do you want to transfer people from?"
No one dares to oppose the society's decision, so there's nothing wrong with asking, right?
"The company has not yet decided. The workload and number of staff in each editorial office will be considered comprehensively at that time."
Cheng Zaochun's words were like a sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the editorial directors, making them feel uneasy and afraid that people would be removed from their editorial offices.
After finally dispersing the group of kidnapping demons, Cheng Zaochun and Lin Weimin went on to comfort a few young college students who had just registered today.
Two days later, the group of 13 college students finally arrived.
Lao Zhou specially organized a welcome party for the middle-level and above leaders of the company to give this group of college students. The editors-in-chief looked at these fresh and delicious college students and their mouths were watering with envy.
Unfortunately, although they were jealous, they had no say in the distribution and could only obey the leaders of the community.
Cheng Zaochun announced on the spot the departments and editorial offices to which each person would be assigned. Eleven of the 13 people went to the editorial office, and only two went to the administrative department.
On average, each editorial office was assigned someone.
But the reality is that busy editorial offices like Bu Lao Hu and Contemporary Literature are assigned more than one person, so some editorial offices naturally have to be zero.
Several directors who were not assigned a person couldn't help muttering as they left the room, and their occasional glances at Cheng Zaochun were filled with dissatisfaction.
After everyone left, Cheng Zaochun shook his head helplessly.
These days, any matter involving personnel, job titles, welfare, etc., will inevitably offend people, and he has long been accustomed to it.
After the meeting, the Guowen Society was joined by a new group of people. Old Zhou was in a very good mood and wanted to take Lin Weimin to the construction site for a look.
It has been more than four months since the construction of the staff housing of Guowen Society started in the early spring. Because it is a multi-story building, it has been built very quickly. Three of the six residential buildings have now been topped out, and the remaining three have only two or three floors left. It is expected that all of them will be topped out by the end of August at the latest.
When Lin Weimin and Lao Zhou arrived at the construction site, the work was in full swing.
The company in charge of the construction was Yanjing First Construction Company. When the on-site project manager, Mr. Qu, saw the client coming, he enthusiastically took the two of them to have dinner.
"No, no, I just came here to check on the progress today."
Old Zhou declined Manager Qu's invitation and whispered to Lin Weimin, "It's really necessary to keep an eye on these construction companies. They always mess things up every time I come here."
"Minor problems don't matter, just don't cut corners," said Lin Weimin.
Lao Zhou said, "If you don't watch, how can they not cut corners? Lao Hu is the only one on the site, how can he see everything? So I come here from time to time and look everywhere on the site. Don't think I don't understand, but I am afraid of being serious about everything. If I ask a few more questions, the construction workers on the site will sweat!"
Lao Hu is a deputy agent seconded by Guowen Publishing House from the city, specifically to help Guowen Publishing House deal with infrastructure affairs.
Lin Weimin couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Your trick is really good!"
Old Zhou smiled proudly, "This concerns the vital interests of hundreds of families in our Guowen Society, so we can't be careless!"
"Look at your awareness, you are the secretary!"
"Go away! No good words sound good when they come out of your mouth!"
The two of them strolled around the construction site for a while. When it was almost time to get off work, they saw a man riding a bicycle into the construction site from afar. Lin Weimin called him from a distance.
"Is this what you call overtime?" Lin Weimin joked.
Gao Xianjun looked a little embarrassed. He usually complained about working overtime until nine or ten o'clock, but today he was spotted at the construction site before he even got off work.
"Editor-in-chief, here are some new forces. I finally have some free time today, so I came to see how the house is being built." Gao Xianjun explained.
Lin Weimin laughed and said, "I'm kidding. Don't I know these people in the commune? They come rushing over every afternoon to check the progress, and they're just about to start working on it!"
Gao Xianjun nodded and said, "Yes, everyone is looking forward to the building being built quickly!"
As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously looked at the building under construction, full of hope!
(End of this chapter)
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