Zhang Tan was packing his things in the office, and Feng Dong, the leader of the third screenwriting team, hurried over and hurriedly persuaded him.
He couldn't let Zhang Tan leave like this no matter what. If he just left like this, then his job as the head of the screenwriting team would be in vain.
Zhang Tan is the core talent of the company. He has created several popular TV series and has almost single-handedly driven the film and television department to become bigger and stronger. People like this make him leave in despair. What kind of talent can he expect to recruit in the future?
, even if he is recruited, he has lost the watermelon and picked up the sesame seeds. If he leaves the ready-made Zhang Tan and recruits some people who are far inferior to him, he will be laughed to death by his peers.
Feng Dong believed that Zhang Tan was disappointed with the company because of the script, so he planned to leave.
It’s not just because of Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan only played a role in stoking the fire. The more core problem is that the company did not use quality as the criterion and found other reasons to write off Zhang Tan’s script.
He thought this was probably what made Zhang Tan most angry and unacceptable.
Zhang Tan has made a huge contribution to the Film and Television Department, everyone knows this, so if Zhang Tan were to leave today, the hearts of the people in the Film and Television Department would be scattered.
Is such a company worth working for when people who have made such great contributions are being squeezed out? Everyone will think about it this way.
"Zhang Tan, don't leave in a hurry. Let's sit down and have a chat. I know you feel aggrieved and I stand by you on this matter, but you have to calm down and don't just walk away. Walking away won't solve any problems."
Feng Dong persuaded him earnestly.
At this time, someone knocked on the door. Feng Dong opened the door and saw that it was Luo Ming and Jiang Rong.
“Zhang Tan, I heard you are leaving? What’s going on?” Jiang Rong asked.
Luo Ming asked: "Zhang Tan, what happened? Do you want to pack up and leave? Have you been fired? Impossible. If you are all fired, the screenwriting department can be abolished."
Feng Dong didn’t know Jiang Rong, but he knew Luo Ming, “Lao Luo, don’t talk nonsense. If you want to come in, come in quickly and close the door. Don’t let things get into trouble.”
Luo Ming and Jiang Rong came in and closed the door.
Feng Dong asked Zhang Tan: "Zhang Tan, what do you think? Tell me, is there anything that cannot be discussed? Are you going to leave like this?"
Zhang Tan said: "Actually, I don't have anything else to do. I just packed up my things and took them home. Do I want to leave?"
Feng Dong's tone was slightly relaxed: "That's good, but why are you packing your things in big and small bags? Your office is almost empty. Are you not planning to come?"
Zhang Tan: "I usually don't have much time here. When I have projects, I'm on the set. When I don't have projects, I spend most of my time at home. I only sit here when I come to the company for meetings. I wonder if this is taking up a seat that I don't need.
Isn’t it a waste? Now the company has recruited several screenwriters. I heard that the office is not enough, so why not give it to them?"
Feng Dong laughed angrily and said: "If it's not enough, then they will squeeze in. It's not yet time for you to make room. Besides, no matter how many screenwriters come, no one can move your position. You can work here with peace of mind. I
I know you are angry, but as I said, everything can be discussed, don’t make big moves the first time you make a move."
A few people sat down and chatted for a while. Luo Ming glanced at Zhang Tan several times and suddenly smiled and said: "Zhang Tan, please have a good chat with Team Leader Feng. If you have something on your mind, just say it. Don't hide it. I'm on hand."
If there's anything else to do, I'll leave first."
Feng Dong was eager for Luo Ming and others to leave, so he left him and Zhang Tan behind. Hearing this, he said, "Lao Luo, go ahead. I'm here, and Zhang Tan won't leave."
Jiang Rong was surprised. She had just arrived and Zhang Tan's matter hadn't been settled yet. Why did Teacher Luo leave? Does she want to leave?
Luo Ming winked at her and asked her to stay here.
Luo Ming left the office and saw Liu Dawen standing outside. Seeing him coming out, he immediately stepped forward to ask how he was doing.
Luo Ming glanced at the people who had gathered after hearing the sound, and said loudly: "Your department did not handle this matter properly. Zhang Tan wrote "Little Opera Bones", "Woman Thirty", "The Hidden Corner" and "
"The Silent Truth", which one is not a hit drama, but it turns out that the credit is not taken into account, but I want to suppress him. This is too much. Although I am from the animation department, Zhang Tan came from the animation department. I was the one who led him in the first place.
As a debutant, I will definitely support him on this matter. Now that he is in trouble, he is disheartened and wants to leave. I see that your department has hired several big screenwriters and is still recruiting people. I think Zhang Tan is ready to leave. I will
As I said, the film and television department won’t keep anyone, but our animation department will definitely keep him.”
Leaving everyone talking, Luo Ming returned to the animation department and deliberately spread the news. Soon almost the entire company knew that Zhang Tan was angry and wanted to leave.
Prestige is something that you can’t see or touch, and often you don’t feel it deeply, but it does exist and can play a big role at critical moments.
Zhang Tan has established a high prestige in Pujiang Film Studio with each of his works and sets of unattainable data. Everyone believes in his ability. Now he has heard hints that he has been excluded and is leaving the studio.
The factory was suddenly dissatisfied.
The news quickly spread to He Miao and Zhu Ruopu. The two of them came to Zhang Tan's office together and had another long and heart-to-heart talk, showing that the company had absolute support for him and that there was no so-called suppression.
After finally settling the matter temporarily, when Zhu Ruopu returned, Tang Hao, the deputy director in charge of the film and television department, called him and asked him straight to the point: "Zhang Tan, what is going on? How did you force him to leave?"
Now some people say that we can’t keep people in the factory, please tell me.”
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun showed no sign of going down. The sunshine was warm, but there was a breeze blowing in the courtyard of Little Red Horse Academy. There were constant sounds of leaves shaking in the woods, and voices could be heard following the wind.
"嚯嚯嚯~~~ Water my seedlings. Boss Zhang, you are doing well. They are bearing fruit."
“This is not a fruit, this is a chili pepper. It turns out that the seedlings you planted are chili peppers, and they are indeed Sichuan girls.”
“Chili, chili is delicious.”
“There are just too few. This one is already mature. Pick it and use it for cooking at night. Let’s try the taste of the peppers you planted.”
“Too much salt.”
…"You said there was too much salt when you didn't do it?"
“Goose goose~~~”
Two people, one large and one small, picked five hot peppers and returned home to discuss what to eat.
Lao Li was sitting in the guard box, blowing on the air conditioner and watching TV. Suddenly he felt someone walking past the window. He was about to stretch his head to take a look. Suddenly, a head suddenly appeared at the window, which startled him. The tea he had just made spilled on his hand.
, jumping feet that are so hot.
“Hey, be careful, Uncle Li, did I scare you?”
“…No, the tea cup is too hot, Berry, why did you get off work so early today?”
“It’s the weekend today.”
“Oh, I forgot about it.”
“Is Zhang Tan at home?”
“Here, I was just picking peppers in the yard, and now I’m back in the house.”
Huang Qianmei immediately said behind her: "Zhang Tan is at home, should we go find him?"
Lao Li poked his head out of the window and looked at the person behind Huang Liangmei, and his eyes suddenly froze.
The people outside the window smiled and waved to him: "Uncle Li, long time no see."
“…Tang Yu? Why did you come back? When did you come back?”