Chapter 400: Separation Agreement
Several young female comrades did not feel relieved by her words of comfort. In their opinion, "Taogui" not only had a storyline and exaggerated taste, but also had the airs of the descendants of imperial chefs, which made outsiders feel that it was high-end, like a poem with gorgeous words. Although no one understood the meaning, they could not help but praise and admire it sincerely.
In the words of later generations, this is a typical mentality of being unaware of the power.
Besides, that host is a pillar in Shanghai. He is one of the rare group of overseas students in the country and has strong professional ability. Even the hosts with more than ten years of experience in Kyoto TV are inferior to him.
She is good-looking, has a natural smile, and speaks with a clear and melodious voice that has a unique southern softness, which adds to her appeal. Besides, this female host is also good at creating an atmosphere, so it is natural that the ratings of the "Taogui" program have increased.
Except that the food cooked by the chef is average in taste, there are almost no shortcomings.
So they just smiled and agreed with a few words, but the worry between their brows was still very strong.
An Zhixia sighed softly, "I recruited all of you. Although I resigned and stayed at home, your future is still undecided. You can't give up learning and absorbing other people's experience. Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.
As artists, we fear the most that our original intention is lost. Once there is no pure land in our hearts, our future achievements will be driven by utilitarianism and we cannot stop it at all.
I hope you will talk to everyone about this when you go back. If you can be patient, the organization will always give you a good arrangement.
Good food is never too late. You must not let the organization down, and don’t give up your dreams easily.”
Several female comrades looked serious, and the utilitarianism and impetuousness in their eyes were shaken. They hesitated and said, "Deputy Director Xiao An, we feel guilty about taking the salary paid by the organization. We really want to devote ourselves to the cause of the TV station, but the station is so small and there is only so much work..."
"So the organization must have other plans for you. It depends on your character," An Zhixia said with a chuckle. After all, she was the one who selected the outstanding comrades from so many young people. She didn't want them to be forced to succumb to reality and make a decision they would regret because of hopeless waiting.
"Yes, Deputy Director Xiao An is right. We are not just two people. The organization must have some arrangements for us," they nodded with a smile. The TV station is not short of money, and their monthly salaries are paid as usual. They always feel like they are taking advantage of the organization and feel uncomfortable all over.
More importantly, they are afraid that the organization will clear out the idle people. Which unit can accept such a group of people?
An Zhixia chose a special method, and included a lot of questions about psychological quality and character in the questionnaire. Everyone did not blame An Zhixia for their current embarrassing situation.
An Zhixia gave several people a bowl of fragrant and hot chicken soup.
They came in lightly and walked out with their blood boiling, already feeling that they were important figures doing ideological work for all the last batch of colleagues recruited into the TV station.
An Shixin was a small child who slept after eating, but looking after a child was still tiring, not to mention Fang Hongye had to stay in confinement after childbirth. Uncle Fang was responsible for taking money and tickets to buy breakfast, collect food supplies, by-products, etc.; Aunt Fang looked after the child and boiled various soups on the stove; An Zhiqiu took on the job of washing diapers and had to look after An Zhixia, a pregnant woman, every day.
As a trainee mother, An Zhixia reports on time every day to take over Aunt Huifang so that she can have a rest.
The little thing is so small and soft that it makes people feel sad.
By the time Fang Yuan came back, each of the family members had learned seven or eight elegant and beautiful sweater patterns, and with the addition of color matching, various collars and cuffs, they could create dozens of styles. An Zhixia also completed her task of helping the family members find jobs and began to spend the winter at home.
It was only October when the man left, and now it is November. The weather is extremely dry and cold, and the wind is howling with a force that can destroy the world. At night, An Zhixia puts several hot packs in her quilt, and only puts them into the supermarket when she is completely warm.
Without a man by her side, An Zhixia couldn't sleep too early at night. She had been working on her manuscript for two months and didn't plan to continue working hard, so she covered her head and closed her eyes to read various miscellaneous books in the supermarket.
Just as I was watching with great interest, the quilt was lifted up by someone, and then there was a sudden sinking sensation beside me, and a man's strong and powerful arms wrapped around me.
An Zhixia was almost frightened to the point of screaming. She bit her fist hard, and her breath smelled the familiar dry scent of a man.
She was about to turn around rudely, but Fang Yuan hugged her tightly, chuckling and saying, "Are you still awake? Did I scare you just now? I'm here, you can punish me however you want, just don't hurt my stomach."
When he saw that she had calmed down, he slowly turned her around, not giving her time to speak, and an overwhelming sense of longing rushed over her.
An Zhixia stretched out her slender arms and wrapped them around his neck. The man must have come back to park the car, found a place to take a good shower, and then shaved his beard. Except for his hair being longer and his body being a little thinner, he didn't look shabby from running around for a long time.
After all, out of consideration for her pregnancy, the man made a fuss for a while, and then he gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold it back, burying his head in her neck and acting coquettishly for a while.
An Zhixia silently gloated over his misfortune and patted his strong shoulders. "Did this trip go smoothly?"
"Well, it was much smoother than the last trip. There were no obstacles on the road," he responded lazily, but his hands and feet continued to reluctantly ask for his benefits. He felt both pain and happiness.
"In Dongbai Mountain, most people mainly pick herbs from the wild, and there are few artificial breeders. I brought a lot of medicinal seeds and seedlings with me before I went there this time. I found a few places on the road where there were few people and it was not easy for people to notice them, and planted them.
So it was delayed for two days, and whether it can survive and grow well depends on luck."
An Zhixia listened patiently, asked a few questions from time to time, and told her what happened at home in the past half month. She still frowned and sighed, "Those human traffickers are so abominable. Which child who can be born in the hospital is not expected by the family?
The child could have had a good future, but was abducted by human traffickers and no one knows where he will be sold to.”
She couldn't help but feel scared just thinking about her children and nephew being in such danger.
Fang Yuan gently stroked her slightly trembling back, his eyes narrowed, and he also remembered the incident in his previous life when the little girl was abducted and sold. He said coldly: "There are many cruel and helpless things in this world, but we have to believe that the net of heaven is vast and nothing can escape it. Those evil people will be caught sooner or later and be severely punished!"
An Zhixia nodded, thinking that she should pay more attention to the children.
With a man in the house, she sleeps soundly. Even if her brother brings her breakfast, she will still get up on time and watch the children finish their meal, put on their backpacks and go to school with their classmates.
Today when she opened her eyes, the short needle on the wall was pointing to nine.
"Are you awake? Aunt Fang made some old hen soup, and Zhiqiu brought some over. I warmed it up in the pot. It's a perfect time to make noodles for you. How about it?" Fang Yuan leaned over to her, rested his head against hers, and asked with a chuckle.
An Zhixia squinted her eyes and nudged him, "I want fried eggs, a few slices of Chinese sausage, a spoonful of pickled radish, and some hot and sour beans!"
"Yes, my little aunt," he rubbed her hair and couldn't help hugging her and kissing her for a while. He calmed his breathing before going into the kitchen to busy himself.
When the first snow fell in Kyoto, Shao Tongfeng, Huang Yaru and others came to An Zhiqiu's house with a little excitement, calling him.
"Teacher Xiao An, let me show you." Shao Tongfeng was rarely bold enough for his age. He walked into the room without even bothering to say hello and directly handed over the document in his hand.
An Zhixia raised her eyebrows and let a few people in. "Brother, the teacups and tea leaves are under the TV cabinet, the candies and snacks are in the cupboard, and Brother Yuan sent a box of oranges on the windowsill."
An Zhiqiu was busy pouring water and serving them food. The few people did not hesitate to greet them. With a relaxed smile on their faces, they grabbed a handful of melon seeds and peanuts and started eating.
This is an approved document regarding the establishment of another TV station in Kyoto, and the two units in the department store will be incorporated into the new TV station, along with all the comrades who do not have fixed positions.
The document involved a lot of details, including all management rights and personnel transfer rights of the TV station. They no longer had to worry about their labor results being taken away by others.
This was almost equivalent to an agreement to separate a television station. It could be said that except for the two units behind the department store, the newly established Longteng TV station was kicked out with nothing.
"Not bad," An Zhixia said with a smile and raised an eyebrow, "I thought it would take a while longer."
Shao Tongfeng scratched his head and laughed: "It's mainly because some of the popular programs on those channels have been replaced by newcomers recently, and the ratings have generally increased, which has boosted the confidence of the station directors, so they think we are an eyesore.
By the way, the previous filming of "Fortress Besieged" has been delayed due to funding issues and there are only two episodes left to be completed. We are taking it over together, and it is estimated that it can be released during the Spring Festival!"
An Zhixia nodded: "They are really snobbish. They just dumped all the projects that can't be funded or can't cover the expenses on you. It seems that "Fortress Besieged" has no income, but we can add some products to it, and the advertising fees alone can make up for the previous expenses."
"They are now too ambitious and don't care about our country's products at all," Shao Tongfeng curled his lips and pointed at a few lines in the document and said, "They have applied for cultural property rights for the programs on the station and don't allow us to copy them."
When talking about this, several people looked a little worried. "We have written a lot of planning proposals before, but they took them all away. Not only that, they also poached several old backbones at a high price."
(End of this chapter)
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