Shen Fang's image as a simple-minded, wealthy, and open-minded person was etched in the minds of his employees. Privately, they discussed how Shen Fang was a good boss, and how they should dedicate themselves to this company from now on.
Only one person looked at his colleagues as if they were mentally challenged—that was the bespectacled guy. From Shen Fang's micro-expressions, the bespectacled guy could tell that this boss was definitely a cunning and ruthless person, certainly not a good boss. He planned to continue freeloading off Shen Fang for a few more months to see how things went; if he was fired, he would issue a warning to the labor bureau.
However, it can only be said that Four-Eyes lacks vision and underestimates Shen Fang. The employees in the company are all slacking off. This situation is due to his operational mistakes, so why would he take his anger out on the employees? Nevertheless, Shen Fang still informed the finance department before leaving that Four-Eyes would be deducted 500 yuan from his salary this month. The main reason was that Four-Eyes said he would kidnap Shen Fang to write a novel for him, and if he didn't update it, he would be severely punished.
Good heavens, is this something Shen Fang can tolerate? He's incredibly busy with this huge business, and he's still updating 10,000 words a day as a side job. Is it easy for him? And they're still not satisfied? Shen Fang can only say these readers are filthy-hearted, reincarnated capitalists!
A minor punishment to serve as a warning: a 500 yuan fine.
Shen Fang arrived at the screenwriting department. Inside, a frantic brainstorming session was underway, with everyone typing away.
Shen Fang's arrival went unnoticed; he hadn't even called anyone from the scriptwriting department during the meeting earlier.
Ning Hao, who had gotten up to pour water, saw Shen Fang's surprised and delighted expression as he drank.
"Wow, you're finally back!"
Shen Fang smiled and asked, "Brother Hao, how's the script revision going?"
Ning Hao rubbed his big head: "It's been revised a long time ago. I've been busy working on my new script, 'Big Diamond,' lately."
Shen Fang was quite surprised to hear this. A giant diamond? Crazy Stone? What's going on? This shouldn't have come out in 2005.
"Brother Hao, Big Diamond? What's the script? Tell me about it!"
Ning Hao took a sip of water.
"I've been reading novels lately, and I'm really engrossed in them. It's that Feilong Novel platform, and the authors there write so well. I added a few authors on QQ to chat about my script for 'Incense,' and they insulted me. They called me an idiot, saying I was just making empty promises. Right now, the most popular movies in China are commercial films; dramas and art films are ignored even by dogs. I think becoming famous through art films is just wishful thinking. They even said my script was like a pile of shit, and then used their own writing to insult me. After reading it, I realized my own writing really is like a pile of shit, while theirs is truly amazing. Damn, they're truly amazing."
"At their suggestion, I wrote a story about a treasure heist, which had a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) and I also drew inspiration from the movies 'Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels' and 'Theft and Kidnapping.' Ning Hao then told the story of his big diamond."
Shen Fang exclaimed, "Good heavens!" He thanked those authors for waking Ning Hao up with their criticism, saving him millions of dollars in wasted money, and incidentally, even giving birth to a well-known commercial director in China ahead of schedule. The script was "Crazy Stone," and the character of Hei Pi was based on Huang Bo.
Good heavens!!!
Shen Fang looked at Ning Hao in surprise.
"Brother Hao, are we not making art films anymore?"
Ning Hao took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Shen Fang. He put one in his mouth, lit it, and took a satisfying drag.
"I'm not filming anymore. What they said makes sense. Damn it, making money is the most important thing. Right now, all I'm thinking about is making money. What's the use of just thinking about it? I need to take action. Making a name for myself in commercial films is a skill. As for art films, who knows when I'll win an award? Even if I make them, I'll just lose money. Building up experience is too difficult. I'm not getting any younger. Fang'er, you have to help your brother this time. Look at the investment for this film."
Shen Fang smiled and said, "It's no big deal. Just tell me the amount after 'My Own Swordsman' is finished filming."
Ning Hao felt a surge of gratitude.
That rich guy is awesome. He's determined to stick with Chen Fang, and no amount of persuasion can change that.
"Let's go, Brother Hao. The roles for our play haven't been decided yet. Come with me to Kongyi, and we'll finalize the roles first."
"Kong Yi? Kong Yi, hey, great!!! Yes, the core of our play is comedy, and the story of Kong Yi's cooking squad is also comedy. I was even thinking of casting at the academy. Great, Fang'er, you've already thought of the roles. Have you chosen the actors yet?"
Ning Hao looked at Shen Fang with a look of surprise and delight.
Shen Fang shook his head: "We haven't decided on a candidate yet. We'll see when we get there. Kongyi is the top sitcom troupe in China. They have plenty of talent. We can just do a trial run in a bit."
Ning Hao looked at Shen Fang: "Are we just going to go like this?"
Shen Fang stared blankly at Ning Hao: "Otherwise what?"
Ning Hao was speechless: "Brother, do you know that they are a unit at the level of a full-fledged army? If we just go there directly, they won't even let us through the gate."
"Wow, that's awesome!"
Ning Hao... "The full name of the Air Force Art Center is the Television Art Center of the Political Department of the Air Force of the People's Liberation Army. It is also called the Air Force Political Department Art Troupe. It is under the jurisdiction of the Central Military Commission, and the director is at the level of a major general. Even the Central Propaganda Department cannot control it, brother."
Shen Fang was at a loss: "Then what do we do?"
Ning Hao thought for a moment: "Um, why don't you ask Principal Wang to help you make some contact? Didn't you say you were his personal disciple?"
Chen Fang... "Um, actually I was just bragging."
Ning Hao...
Shen Fang laughed heartily.
"Just kidding, I'm calling Principal Wang."
After saying that, Shen Fang picked up the phone and contacted Wang Hui.
Two minutes later, the call ended.
Shen Fang looked at Ning Hao.
"Let's go, we'll just go there."
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