Wang Wei looked at the time on his phone, stood up, and looked at the dozens of people sitting in the conference room. Some had put down their pens to check, some were still writing hard, and some had finished writing long ago.
I was lying on the table and sleeping out of boredom. No one who came here was in a hurry to submit the manuscript and leave. It took two days, so who cares about the half hour?
After clapping his hands, Wang Wei shouted: "The time has come, the manuscript has been handed in!"
The person who was sleeping on the table jumped up immediately, jumped up with the written study experience and things that had been packed long ago, and walked forward.
Some people started packing their things, preparing to hand in the manuscript and leave.
There were also those who slapped their pens on the table angrily and muttered: "Damn it, what age are you in? You are still required to write manuscripts by hand. You have even forgotten how to write..."
"That's right, I even use Pinyin!" The person next to him also complained with a frustrated look.
"Ah, there is still this kind of operation, I will change it, change it..."
This kind of people basically sit in the front row, because they don't dare to make small moves under the noses of Wang Wei and Qi Yan.
Wang Wei heard it clearly, and reminded with a smile: "You can't look up the words you can't write on your mobile phone?"
"Damn, Editor Wang, why didn't you tell me earlier that you could check your phone?"
Qi Yan looked at the conference table in the front row: "Don't check it, don't check it, hand it in, how new is it? I can't write a dictionary, the teacher never handed it in when I was a child?"
"But the teacher never taught you to check your cell phone!"
Qi Yan snorted coldly: "You don't have a dictionary to look up your cell phone. Aren't they all just tools? I wonder how come your brains don't know how to adapt?"
"Forget it, then, at your level, even if you write two more correct words, you can't change from green leaves to red flowers. Don't blame the cook for the crooked stove! Hand it in quickly, Mr. Tang is still waiting..."
"Hurry up, don't forget to write down your name. You've handed it all in, and it doesn't count. How can you get ten more points if you fight for this little time? Why did you go there so early?"
Finally, amidst Qi Yan's roar as she slapped the table, she collected all her thoughts and experiences within ten minutes, and the two of them went to Mr. Tang's office together.
Knocking on the door, Mr. Tang waved with a smile on his face and motioned for them to come in. Then he looked at the pile of letter paper in Wang Wei's hand and said: "Come on, Xiao Wang, find out Lin Wei's learning experience, let's take a look and write it down."
Something."
Wang Wei immediately started to search. Qi Yan glanced at his producer Zhou Ren and knew that they were just talking about this newcomer. He couldn't help but shrugged his eyebrows and laughed in his heart, but didn't say anything. They were just familiar with each other.
I went to find a cup to make tea by myself.
Yue Changhong took half of it from Wang Wei's hand and helped to find it. After a while, he found it. After a quick look, he saw that the handwriting was neat and beautiful, and it seemed that there were two full pages of writing.
Mr. Tang took it and said to the four people in the office: "You guys divide these and pick them out first. If you think they are good, put them here."
Mr. Tang pointed to the corner of his desk, took the water glass, and began to read Lin Wei's learning experience.
After looking at the roll, Mr. Tang couldn't help but nodded. Although the first paragraph looked a bit like the preface in some book, it seemed a bit routine, but it was still okay.
The second paragraph, hey, what does this mean? Are you just trying to find fault?
Mr. Tang couldn't help but browse down ten lines at a glance. Then he turned to the second page, and it was full of things. Not only did he find faults, but he also had contrasting faults. He could pick out the flowers even if he picked the faults, but he still couldn't pick them out.
The problem that came out, tsk tsk, he is indeed a talent...
Mr. Tang's face began to turn dark, and he threw the two pieces of paper lightly on the table: "He is a talent, you should take a look."
The four of them were stunned. After following Mr. Tang for so many years, from being scolded by him to watching him scold others, they rarely heard him speak in such a sarcastic tone. Mr. Tang usually treats the situation rather than the person.
It's because there are unforgivable problems in the manuscript or the film. After scolding, if you improve next time, you will still receive encouragement and praise.
Mr. Tang's guiding ideology for the people below him has always been to "learn from past mistakes and avoid future ones, treat illnesses and save others." But this person seems to be hopeless. The last time I heard Mr. Tang evaluate the person in this tone, it seems that he has changed his career now, right?
Zhou Ren sat closest and was the person under his command, so he picked it up first and started reading. Qi Yan stood behind him. The more the two of them looked at each other, the higher their eyebrows were raised. The expressions on their faces were really indescribable.
…
Anyway, I am speechless, I will die if I don’t do it. This is a portrayal. It is a film that Mr. Tang has reviewed repeatedly and carefully considered. Even the words have been carefully considered. The last place has not been changed. I sent it away to participate in the review.
Award-winning movie, this guy learned so many mistakes like this, this strange brain circuit, tsk tsk...
After Zhou Ren finished reading, he turned around and made eye contact with Qi Yan. Qi Yan understood in a tacit understanding that he was using the words he had evaluated before to evaluate this person and this experience: Two hundred and five!
Yue Changhong and Wang Wei took over the experience and read it again, and then looked at each other. Yue Changhong instantly understood what Wang Wei meant: Leader, you killed Lu Beicen without saying a word. You were indeed wise!
Mr. Tang stretched out his hand to take back the experience, and put his hand into his drawer: "How did you recruit this person in the first place? Forget it, it's not a waste of time if you can't teach it. I'll report it to Mr. Yang later, and I'll either quit or
We can’t use the transfer department here. Hey, we’re not afraid of a blank sheet of paper that we don’t understand, but we’re afraid of people who think they have high ambitions and low abilities!”
Zhou Ren and Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief together, finally being able to properly send off this giant Buddha who didn't know who was behind it. The studio didn't record it two days ago. I won't say how many smiles they lost from the guests. The key is that the studio is
Costs are calculated on an hourly basis and have to be settled. The producers, editor-in-chief, and director are responsible for the deduction of the money, and their wages will be deducted accordingly...
In fact, Yue Changhong also breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, this person will be in his hands for at least half a year in the future. If he leaves early and gets rid of the scourge, he can still use this excuse to ask for more people...
Wang Wei understands Mr. Tang's abandonment best, because he is someone who has repeatedly studied Lu Beicen's film, and was very impressed. In this large article written by Lin Wei, most of the film is innovative and brilliant, breaking the traditional propaganda.
In addition to the routines of the film, some of them break the conventional editing techniques and use the latest color grading thinking. This is like a real creative master being pointed at the nose and scolded by a novice: What are you doing?
Even the simplest rules for photographing scenic spots, which require not only aesthetics but also popularity, are something that no one else can understand. No wonder Mr. Tang questioned how this person was recruited.
Next, Mr. Tang didn't say anything else. Several people looked at the pile in their hands, sifted out the ones and put them on Mr. Tang's desk, waiting for Mr. Tang to check...
Lu Beicen returned home and opened the door. Jiang Yunjin came out with a handful of asparagus in his hand. Lu Xusheng, Jiang Zhongze and A Hao also walked out of the living room. Lu Xusheng smiled and joked: "Hey, we The reporter from Luda is back. It’s really hard. The whole family has to eat and you have to work overtime alone.”
Lu Beicen blinked and said with a slightly embarrassed smile: "Dad, please stop making fun of me. There is nothing I can do about the intensive study organized in Taili. Why are you here today?"
"If the mountain doesn't come, I will go to the mountain. Your mother misses her daughter. I heard from Ah Hao that you seem to be going on a long business trip again?" Lu Xusheng saw that his daughter looked good, so he continued to joke with her.
Jiang Yunjin smiled and said angrily: "Well, I am the only one who misses my daughter. Go and wash your hands quickly. Mom has stewed a cup of lily and pear soup for you. Eat it first and then talk about it."
Lu Beicen's eyelids twitched. Your mother wouldn't be making any dark dishes again, right?
Sure enough, before Lu Beicen's eyelids had finished twitching, Jiang Yunjin automatically revealed the secret with his next sentence: "I just put some bird's nest in. I tried it and it tasted pretty good..."
Putting the bag in hand and washing hands, Lu Beicen saw the cup full of sticky bird's nest, lily and snow pear soup. It really just put some bird's nest in it, dilute it, and I guess it would be okay to drink it for a week, right?
Facing his mother's loving gaze, Lu Beicen felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he couldn't help but made a small protest: "Mom, I've eaten this cup, so I don't have to eat tonight."
"It's just four bird's nests, one pear and one lily. They've all been stewed into water. Why can't I eat?" Jiang Yunjin was unhappy.
"Can you give it a split, Mom? If you eat so many sweets this late at night, you will get sick." Lu Beicen continued to struggle, deliberately raising his voice a little, hoping that Ah Hao would hear him and come to the rescue.
Sure enough, it's nice to have a caring younger brother. A moment later, Ah Hao came in with a competitive expression on his face: "Mom, what do you give my sister to eat, can you share some with me too?"
Lu Beicen looked over with a big grateful look, and quickly picked up the bowl while answering: "Come, come, everyone has a chance to see you. Autumn is coming soon. Let's all drink some pear soup and go to get rid of the autumn dryness."
When Jiang Yunjin was about to speak, Ah Hao quickly spoke first: "Okay, okay, I happen to be a little hungry, and it seems that the dinner is not here yet."
"Yes, yes, one bowl for each person, finish it quickly so that I can help mom make dinner, and you wash the dishes after you finish." Lu Beicen was so fast that he had already divided out the contents of the stew pot and stuffed a bowl into it. He didn't say anything in front of Jiang Yunjin, but he quickly took two bowls out.
A Hao made a face at Jiang Yunjin. Jiang Yunjin picked up the asparagus in his hand and pointed it at A Hao, laughing and scolding: "You will cover for your sister."
"Mom, aren't you obviously biased? How can you give such delicious food to just my sister..." After Ahao finished speaking, he exaggeratedly took a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth. He felt a little petrified in an instant. Why? So sweet?
Seeing that Ah Hao's expression was wrong, Jiang Yunjin quickly said: "What's wrong? I just tried it, it's delicious!"
Ah Hao reluctantly swallowed it and carried the bowl to the water dispenser: "Well, Mom, it is indeed delicious. It will taste better if you add some water."
Jiang Yunjin took a spoonful of it into his mouth with a suspicious look on his face. Why is it so sweet?
After coughing, Jiang Yunjin said: "By the way, I forgot. I thought it was tasteless at first, so I added two pieces of rock sugar. It seemed a little sweeter. Hmm, add some water. Hurry up and add some water...
"
The five of them all drank a bowl of bird's nest and snow pear soup mixed with water. Finally, the problem was over, and Lu Beicen started cooking.
Jiang Yunjin returned to his starting position and chatted with his daughter while picking vegetables: "Ah Hao said you are going on a long business trip?"
"Probably so. We haven't announced the details yet, but the leader just said it." Lu Beicen looked at the garlic asparagus rolling in the pot. It was green and fragrant, making people very appetizing.
"Inside the province or outside the province? How long will it take to go? The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, why don't you go to Xiajiang to see it?" Jiang Yunjin said very casually.
Hearing this, Lu Beicen suddenly stopped flipping the spatula in his hand. He silently looked back at his mother-in-law, and his heart began to beat. What kind of trouble is this going on?
Jiang Yunjin saw her daughter's probing eyes and couldn't help but smile: "What are you looking at me for? You are so busy now that you can't even guarantee to go home once a week. How long has it been since you visited your adoptive mother? Do you visit her often?
Call and ask?"
Lu Beicen pursed his lips, quickly stir-fried the asparagus in the pot, and prepared to change the subject: "Mom, do you blame me for not calling you more often?"
"I don't mean that. I'm so narrow-minded in your heart? Your adoptive mother is alone now, so you should be more concerned about her." Although Jiang Yunjin's tone still contained a little sourness, the words that followed were still revealing.
With full sincerity.
Lu Beicen turned off the fire and took the opportunity to take the plate and glanced at Jiang Yunjin. Seeing that her face was calm and smiling, he carefully replied: "I called the night before yesterday. She said she was in good health. Recently
I dance square dance with my neighbors every day and live a good life."
Hearing this, Jiang Yunjin smiled and nodded: "That's good. I'll call you next time and remember to bring some for me and your dad. The holidays are coming soon and you don't have time to prepare. I took a box of American ginseng and two boxes of bird's nests.
Come here, put them in your refrigerator. Leave a box of bird's nests and bring the rest to your adoptive mother. It's not been easy for her these years. If you don't have time to go there, remember to ask Fang Nan to help you make a trip."
After a pause, Jiang Yunjin shook his head again: "Forget it, this is not good. If you are not free, I will ask Ah Hao to take a look at it. Do you think it is okay?"
Lu Beicen put the asparagus in the pot onto a plate and asked in a low voice: "Mom, why did you suddenly think of talking about this today?"
Jiang Yunjin smiled, with a bit of emotion in his voice: "It's nothing, it's just that he may be old. Hey, my mom's best friend in high school suddenly suffered a heart attack a few days ago and died.
Mom thinks more about it. It’s only a few decades in a person’s life to always compete with yourself and others. It’s really not wrong. In the past, Mom was the one who thought the wrong way. There are always more people who love you, which is a good thing.”
It was the first time Lu Beicen heard Jiang Yunjin speak like this. His eyes drifted from her slightly lowered forehead. There were already faint traces of white hair on her temples. Two long fine lines from the corners of her smiling eyes went straight into her temples. At that moment
, her nose suddenly became sore, and she felt very uncomfortable.
In the past, mother was not the only one who was always competing with each other?
The sky outside the window has gradually darkened, and the lights have gradually dimmed. In another corner of the city, a pair of cloudy eyes used the night to hide the cruelty in their eyes. When the thin figure stepped into his sight, he suddenly became fierce.
The light flashed, but he lowered his head and followed him slowly...