He was busy drawing diagrams and making calculations when his phone rang. It was Xie Yingying calling. He asked, "What's up?"
"Director Zhang Yimou is back and would like to meet with you. What's your schedule?" Xie Yingying asked.
"Wasn't he supposed to go to Da Mei to learn how to film large ships? Why did he come back?" Xing Baohua asked, somewhat surprised.
"I don't know either, should I ask someone?"
"Never mind, let him come this afternoon!" Xing Baohua said as he hung up the phone.
It's already afternoon, or rather, around dusk when Xing Baohua said afternoon, but Brother Mou arrived very quickly.
Xing Baohua had no choice but to pause her work and chat with this person first.
"Why did you suddenly come back?"
"President Xing, don't mention it. I was forced to come back. You have no idea how bullying those foreign devils are!" As he spoke, Brother Mou looked aggrieved. It was hard to tell whether it was his true feelings or an act. In any case, there was no trace of it.
Xing Baohua offered the other person a cigarette, but didn't smoke it himself, and said, "Tell me, how did I bully you?"
"Didn't you ask me to learn from you? I've been learning humbly. As an assistant, I know my responsibilities. Coordinating actors, venues, set design, and so on are all part of an assistant's job."
But they said I wasn't doing a good job, that I didn't understand their language, and that I had hired a translator myself who was always by my side. They overturned all my arrangements, including this and that, and that bearded director. Tell me, isn't that bullying?
"Didn't you discuss it with the director?"
"We negotiated, and he told me to follow the script! I did follow the script. Mr. Xiong, you know I'm a Xiong Award winner. It's a bit inappropriate for me to be someone's assistant, but we're here to learn their advanced techniques, right? So I put up with it."
You have no idea which of them is being so slow! It's driving me crazy. I've had several verbal exchanges. I tried to explain to them what they meant, but they just said I don't know anything and I have to do things their way.
After hearing what Zhang Yimou said, I was speechless. When an impatient person and a slow-paced person team up, it's the impatient person who gets frustrated.
"You just ran back like that?" Xing Baohua asked.
"Ugh, they're so slow, it annoys me. They watch me work, and that annoys me too. They even overturn my plans. Can you believe how infuriating that is?"
“I understand how you feel, but you represent the client! Didn’t you contact the producer? Or even report it to the company? You just came back to me? It’s no use coming to me.”
Xing Baohua spread his hands, speechless.
"I, I'll just tell you about my grievances. I've already spoken to the on-site producer, but that foreigner is probably in cahoots with the bearded man; he doesn't take my opinions seriously at all."
Xing Baohua said calmly, "It's no use coming back to me. We're not all on the same side. I'm not on your side. They have their own rules over there, and you have to adapt. If you can't adapt, then come back."
Seeing that Brother Mou wanted to say something but then hesitated to go back, Xing Baohua got angry. He slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "I spent hundreds of millions to let you learn some skills, and you still come to me to complain? What's wrong with taking a little anger? Can't you just bear it? Just because you know me, I put you in there, and you expect people to treat you like royalty? Face is earned, not earned through complaining."
Seeing that Brother Mou had lowered his head even further, looking utterly dejected, Xing Baohua said, "Go back and think it over carefully. See! Do you want to go back to continue your studies, or are you planning to just leave it at that?"
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