"It's alright, they're just some of my friends. Since you're here too, let's meet them together."
"Why would I see your friend! It's good that you're alright." Secretary Huang said, and tried to leave. But Xing Baohua stopped him.
He said in a low voice, "They are all minor shareholders of this factory. You might as well meet them."
"Shareholders? Is joint ownership allowed?" Secretary Huang asked with concern.
"It'll be fine in a couple of years. There's nothing wrong now. I'm still officially myself. Just keep that in mind," Xing Baohua whispered.
At noon, we found a small restaurant in town and ordered a table of food at random.
There were quite a few people, about seven or eight, sitting around a table. Xiao Bo was with Yang Jing. Secretary Huang was sitting to Xing Baohua's right.
Only Lin Daorong ate his food in silence.
Xing Baohua quickly discovered that Yang Jing could hold her liquor quite well. She had almost finished a whole bottle of 42-proof local liquor.
Since they can drink, I'll drink with them. They have cars, and I have my own little trampoline. These days, nobody cares who takes pictures of whom.
They drank from noon until after 3 p.m., and Xiao Bomei, Lin Daorong, and Secretary Huang left first after they had finished eating.
The rest of the people either got too drunk and passed out, or went to their cars to sleep for a while.
Only Xing Baohua and Yang Jing remained at the table, and the two of them eventually hooked their arms around each other's necks and talked, their heads touching.
They were drunk and started calling each other "sister" and "brother." Anyone who didn't know better would think they were a couple.
The two of them were so drunk they could barely speak, and no one could understand what they were saying. The gist of it was, "You're a good little brother, I'll take you on as my own brother."
You are my own sister, etc.
Even the restaurant manager couldn't stand it anymore and came over, shouting, "Are you finished drinking? If you are, hurry up and leave. You're making me take so long to clear the table."
Xing Baohua glanced at the manager and said, "With this kind of attitude, you're even running a restaurant!"
"With this attitude, if you don't want to eat, don't come. Did you beg to come? Hurry up and pay and leave."
After the store manager finished speaking, he patted Sun Changjie, who was slumped over the table, on the shoulder and said, "Wake up, it's time to go home and sleep."
Well, everyone in the room was kicked out. Liu Haibo, who was sleeping in the car, was a little more awake and said, "You've all finished drinking."
Zhang Taoming and Sun Changjie responded casually, while only Yang Jing and Xing Baohua remained silent.
Instructing Liu Haibo to drive slowly, Xing Baohua wobbled as he pushed the small scooter back to the electronics factory.
When he got to the office, he lay down on the spring bed, and Xiao Bo even poured him a glass of water.
Xing Baohua woke up in the morning and was surprised to see Xiao Bomei. She asked, "You didn't go home last night?"
"kindness?"
"Slept on the desk?"
"No, I set up another bed to sleep on," Xiaobo said.
"Go home early after get off work so your sister won't worry," Xing Baohua said, before going out to take care of her personal hygiene.
Upon seeing Xing Baohua return, Xiao Bomei said, "I went out and bought some steamed buns. Have some to tide you over."
"Thanks"
Xing Baohua was eating a steamed bun when Lin Daorong came in. Xing Baohua wondered, "He's here so early? Or did I oversleep?"
"Director Xing, I've inquired about the price of the sound level device; it's 248 yuan per unit. I'm here to ask Accountant Bian for the money to purchase it," Lin Daorong said.
"Okay, give him the money." Xing Baohua quickly stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, swallowed it, and then said to Xiao Bomei.
After Lin Daorong left, Xing Baohua said to Bian Xiujuan, "Find someone to buy a safe later. It's not safe for you to keep your money in your bag every day. It'll be dangerous if someone finds your pattern."
Bian Xiujuan, as the factory's accountant and cashier, always carried around 500 yuan in cash with her. She wore a crossbody bag, which she also kept with the company's financial seal.
Xing Baohua was also worried that if someone figured out how to treat her, a young girl, she might get into some kind of danger and he would regret it.
Xing Baohua saw Xiao Bo respond, so he finished the rest of the buns, went out to check things out, gave some instructions, and then returned to the machinery factory.
Because we're going to the provincial capital for a few days, there are a lot of things to arrange.
In the afternoon, I went to the train station with Director Wang to queue up to buy train tickets.
As the two lined up, Xing Baohua asked, "Director Wang, how's the script coming along?"
"Have you got an idea?"
"Did you write it?"
"without?"
Xing Baohua was speechless when he heard that nothing had been written! And yet he was in such a hurry to come to the provincial capital. You don't even have a notebook, how are the other artists supposed to draw?!
There has to be a story behind it.
"Where do you plan to start?" Xing Baohua asked again.
“Aren’t you in a rush? If we compress the time into three months, I’m thinking of getting everyone together so we can start working at the same time,” Director Wang said.
"Can it work?" Xing Baohua thought he would only need to find a few art students to draw up some pictures before he started filming. Who knew he would want to do it all at once?
"Making animation is actually quite simple! It's not that complicated. Once the scriptwriters are in place, we can create and adjust as we go. The illustrators each have their own tasks based on the storyline, and once the drawings are finished, I start filming. Even if there are problems in any part of the process, we can make adjustments in time."
Xing Baohua nodded in agreement, thinking to himself, "This old man is alright; at least he has a comprehensive plan in mind."
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