Jiang Wenyi's scene seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and Jing Baisheng also started running around. Now he and his wife Su Ronglan are in the capital together...

"Old leader, this is my wife Alan. Alan, this is my old leader Mr. Geng. I used to be his correspondent back then."

"Mr. Geng, are you in good health?"

"Well, your wife is good, you boy haven't made any progress. Let's talk about the serious business first. My mother-in-law keeps talking about you, and she'll come to my house to have a few drinks in the evening."

"The old leader is still strong. I'm going to lie there."

"I wish I could do it. Children all have jobs, so the old couple is only such a big house. And I'm old, I can't control it."

"Who said I can't control it? No, whenever I have difficulties, I can only rely on you."

"Hahaha!"

After a few greetings, the old man Geng introduced to Jing Baisheng: "This is a pony from the Planning Commission. He is familiar with all ministries and commissions. You can find him for specific matters. You have a very good face in this matter. The embassy of Frossoya has sent back the news through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that a large project worth tens of millions of dollars abroad should be one of the larger ones in recent years, right?"

The little horse from the Planning Commission echoed: "It's indeed a relatively large one, especially the export of machinery industry products, it's a very eye-catching one."

Jing Baisheng smiled and said, "It still needs to be implemented. The biggest difficulty is local public security. There has just been a military coup in the local area and we need to overcome it together."

"Eh?" Mr. Geng suddenly thought, "How come you have African relations? Are those foreign businessmen not afraid?"

"They have their own security company, that is, their own... militia! In fact, they are a group of Chinese people, all of whom went abroad after they were discharged from the army." Jing Baisheng replied with a smile, thinking that this was actually an investment from his son Jing Jian and others. Whenever he thought of this, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

"Haha, let's talk about these later." After all, Su Ronglan was present, so she couldn't talk about work all the time. Mr. Geng didn't want to neglect her, "Is your family good? Why didn't the child come?"

"In a few days of New Year's Day, I will ask my nanny to send it. The New Year's Day in Hong Kong is New Year's Day. My oldest person is still in kindergarten." Jing Baisheng had never thought of letting Su Ronglan's two children come to the capital. But now that Mr. Geng is talking, he decided to send them over.

"What about your eldest son? He is in the army? Or has he retired from the army? It should still be in his hometown, right?"

Jing Baisheng and Su Ronglan looked at each other, and they really didn't know where to start...

...

At this time, Jing Jianzheng, Dean Shen, Ding Sheng and others who didn't know where to start were drinking, and they were having a happy scene.

"Boss Ding, support for young filmmakers in mainland China cannot be verbally verbally! Let's start with Beijing Film Academy! Set up a support fund to give young students more opportunities?" Jing Jian was half ridiculed and half seriously joking.

"No problem, give 1 million Hong Kong dollars first." Ding Sheng seemed particularly generous. Anyway, it was the boss's money and the boss's words.

"It's too little, right? Give it 3 million."

"3 million is 3 million." Ding Sheng agreed immediately.

Everyone was very happy. Since they had this incense relationship with Jingying, Jing Jian was going to leave something before leaving.

Amid the laughter, someone suddenly asked Jing Jian: "Secretary of the Jing branch..."

"Hey, my name is Xiao Jing, all the seniors here are there."

"Haha, then I'll call you Xiao Jing. But the masters are the first, don't be polite. I'm just curious. When will your next movie be? We are all looking forward to it!"

In the laughter, Jing Jian said, "I didn't think so far. You all know that I was studying for a doctorate after returning to China and couldn't use it both ways. I just finished the defense and haven't obtained my degree yet, so I need to wait."

"If you shoot, what type of video are you going to shoot?" Shen Songsheng was also very curious.

"It should be an action movie. Combined with computer special effects, the investment may be relatively large." Jing Jian replied, "Actually, the outside world praised it. At that time, there was a very powerful team in this movie, but I, the director, was quite amateur, so I dare not touch other types of movies. I also had to shoot the types I was familiar with."

As for this truth, everyone thought Jing Jian was modest. Someone asked Ding Sheng with a funny look: "Mr. Ding, don't you have many action movies in Hong Kong? Don't you have the idea of ​​inviting Xiao Jing to be the director?"

Ding Sheng was thinking in his heart that Young Master Jing is already one of the global movie tycoons. Who would have overestimated himself to invite him? Even Hollywood is not so stupid. However, the answer was different: "I can't afford it! Jing Sheng's screenplay fee in Hollywood started at 5 million US dollars. If he wanted to shoot, how many people would beg for him with money? Our Hong Kong cannot give so much money!"

Unexpectedly, this shocked everyone. Five million? Or US dollars? This is actually the money earned by the director in a movie? Everyone's eyes were wrong when they saw Jing Jian. If they won the Oscars, the others would be envious at most, and that astronomical huge sum of money was shocked like a landslide.

When he found that someone seemed to not believe it, Ding Sheng smiled and explained: "Hollywood's salary system is relatively scientific. If you have good grades in the previous episode, the reward for the next episode will be high. If the next episode becomes worse, the salary for the next episode will be reduced. The commercial value of the previous episode exceeded 100 million US dollars, so five million is still counted as a small amount."

Jing Jian interrupted, "I understand what Boss Ding means, and I will only receive five hundred dollars in my next movie."

The audience burst into laughter, and even Sun Yuezhi on the side became humorous: "Old Shen, it seems that we have to let director Xiao Jing make five million US dollars in one go!"

Finally someone couldn't help asking Jing Jian: "Xiao Jing, how much did you win the movie you won the award?"

“No, zero compensation.”

"ah?"

Everyone felt it was unbelievable. So Jing Jian briefly explained the relevant laws in the United States, mainly some regulations on study abroad visas. This made them realize that Jing Jian was actually a public student at that time. He was very amused and reasonable. However, with such misunderstandings, many people's psychology was much more balanced.

"Xiao Jing, isn't there at all?" Shen Songsheng asked.

"Not that, I got some share afterwards." Jing Jian did not lie, and of course it was impossible to explain in detail.

So the topic gradually shifted to the difference in rewards between Chinese and American filmmakers. The high rewards for Hollywood movie stars are the kind of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Jing Jian was secretly amused in his heart. You only saw the top ones, but not the bottom ones. The fireworks industry in Los Angeles has become so cheap and beautiful. Who would you tell me about that bitterness?
Chapter completed!