"This time, the leader is setting up the stage, and you are the one doing the acting." Wang Bin threw down the speech and pre-interview response prepared by Wang Ai: "No."
Wang Ai frowned and sat in the study room in the DC area, facing his father: "I used to say whatever I wanted, but no one cared about me."
Wang Bin took a sip of tea: "Don't opera singers listen to the director? What? Do you still want to play drums again and open a new business, leave the leader aside and play by yourself? In fact, it's okay. You are the best person in the world, and you still care about someone.
What does the old man think?"
Wang Ai coughed, rubbed his face, and took back the manuscript: "I wrote it with great difficulty. I haven't been feeling well these days."
Wang Bin glanced at his son, then another, and then another. Considering that there were three grandchildren and one granddaughter outside, it was hard to beat his son anymore, so he had to be patient: "A question can be answered in thousands of ways, you
Why is there only one? Even the same truth can be described in many ways. Even the same answer can be described in different ways. I remember, you are studying philosophy, right? Do you want me to teach you? I am
High school student!"
Wang Ai pretended not to hear his father's sarcasm, leaning on the sofa with a manuscript in his hand, and said distressedly: "Why? I don't even think about it. The country is not worried about me conquering such a large chain of stadiums.
The fans' hearts, and then rise up and shout?"
"You? Climb high and shout? What are you shouting? 10010?" Wang Bin was very happy.
"... Treat your comrades as warmly as spring!" Wang Ai held back for a long time.
"Get out!" Wang Bin waved his hand irritably, then looked at the newspaper on the table and his hands itched. He couldn't bear it for a long time: "I said you are really crazy. What did you just say? You are the largest chain of football stadiums in the country?
Do you want face? Why are you the biggest?"
Wang Ai opened his eyes wide: "I have ranked first in the celebrity income list for thirteen consecutive years! I can earn 500 million euros a year! I have invested most of this money in the stadium, and I have also received support from local governments.
Who else has so much spare money besides me? Why didn’t I hear about it? I’m not the biggest? Who is bigger than me?”
After Wang Bin patiently listened to his son's words, two bursts of fire came out of his nose: "Ministry of Education!"
"What?"
Seeing that his son was still confused, Wang Bin finally reached out his hand to the newspaper and gave a final reminder before waving it: "What does the school playground look like? How many schools are there in the country?"
Seeing his son shrinking his neck, Wang Bin finally made no move, but he was merciless: "You are still the largest in the country? The Ministry of Education has accumulated at least hundreds of thousands of golf courses over the past few decades. What did they say? You are just one
Wan Zao dares to boast that he is the best in the country? Where is his face?"
"Alas." Wang Ai sighed deeply: "I didn't expect that."
"I think you have been carried away by the bragging of these people around you! Even if the leader gives you a stage, you ignore it. What the hell do you think? Football is just a toy, so what's wrong with you playing the best? You can do it.
Should the common people eat one more bowl of rice or buy one more car? Your industry is pure consumption, not production! In this world, it is always easy to consume but difficult to produce. Why are you awesome? Don’t keep the good looks given to you by the leaders. Wait for the leaders.
Give you a cold face?" Wang Ai scratched his face and listened to his father's criticism. He waited until his father was done spraying before saying, "Yes, you are right, this attitude is too bad."
Wang Bin ignored him and directly picked up the tea cup to drink water.
Wang Ai thought for a while: "Well, if the country doesn't worry about me messing around, then this matter is a good thing for the country, so why does it have to be at this time? Isn't it bad at the end of the year? When summing up, this is not right or wrong.
Really? I think it would be better if the country knows about this, so it can hold it in its hands and release it when the time is right."
Wang Bin looked at his son and found that his son had no intention of being successful. It was not that he wanted to make things bigger, but that he really didn't understand. So he calmed down his anger and said: "You are usually too busy and rarely pay attention to your football."
News from outside the circle.”
Having said this, Wang Bin stood up and walked to the door. He saw Huang Xin among a group of chattering women: "Xiao Huang, come here and tell Wang Ai the news about the entertainment industry in the past two years."
Huang Xin walked in confused. She also forgot to close the doors to the study and the living room outside. Leonie smiled and put her head in a gesture of closing the door. Wang Bin treated this foreign wife just like Ai Xiaoqing.
She likes her, is generous, has few worries, looks a little crazy, but when she really needs to use her, she can still pick it up, and the couple laments how many times their son has improved his vision.
So in the face of Leonie who actually wanted to eavesdrop, Wang Bin pretended not to see it and asked Huang Xin: "I heard last month about Jackie Chan's son? He was caught taking drugs, right? You just focus on this aspect.
.”
Huang Xin, the boss of Beyond Entertainment, was of course familiar with the news in this area, and even knew it more deeply than the public. So at Wang Bin's request, he began to talk to Wang Aike about celebrities' pornography, gambling and drug scandals.
Wang Ai listened attentively, with some expressions of emotion flashing across his face from time to time. Some of them were particularly influential. He had heard them before he was reborn, but most of them were completely unknown to him. Logically speaking, Beyond Entertainment is part of Beyond Entertainment.
, and Beyond Sports are sister companies. As long as Wang Ai is willing to leak similar gossip there, he can listen to it for days and nights, but he has an instinctive dislike of it. Over the years, he has also interacted with literary and artistic stars.
, but basically there is no deep relationship. Even the Chinese star football team, in fact, it is more of a public cooperation than a private cooperation.
So listening to Huang Xin's gentle words, not only Wang Bin, Wang Ai and his son, but also the women outside were attracted to the attention, saying "Oh, he is like this", "And this matter
"What?" and so on.
You won’t know if you don’t ask, but you’ll be shocked if you ask. The entertainment industry accounts for three-quarters of the weirdness of this society. Because the desires of life are nothing more than food, sex, and the entertainment industry happens to supply these two things together, so don’t take the most consuming
All the strength has been attracted?
When Huang Xin had finished speaking, Wang Ai nodded: "I understand, dad."
"What do you understand?" Wang Bin asked casually while adding tea to Huang Xin.
"In any case, the entertainment industry supplies spiritual and cultural products to the people. Things happened to so many people, which affected the supply of products, and also affected the image of the circle and even the country to a certain extent. Throwing me out at this time is just the right time.
Let’s talk about it. The country doesn’t have to say it clearly, people from all walks of life will naturally come out to interpret it. This shows that celebrities are not without merit. Even though they are dark, there are still good people." Wang Ai paused after saying this, and subconsciously looked into the room.
The four women outside the house suddenly said dejectedly: "Really?"
Wang Bin didn't see his son's little move, or he pretended not to see it: "Go home tonight and revise the manuscript, and ask the leader's secretary for advice tomorrow. You can have your own personality and methods, but the tone must be dictated by the leader."
