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Chapter 308

Nie Yuanchen sometimes thinks about it and feels annoyed that he, the deputy director, is a bit useless.

But there is no other way. As the deputy director, it is also his responsibility to coordinate the friendly relations between the channels.

Therefore, even though Director Hong from the news channel yelled at him in public, he still resisted the urge to get angry and roar, and persuaded Hong Lei to calm down, and instead contacted him immediately.

Another protagonist in the incident is Huang Tao, director of CCTV.

However, Huang Tao's persistence and refusal to admit his mistakes made Nie Yuanchen even more angry.

You said you have a CCTV channel, what’s the point of asking for ratings?

If a news channel randomly attracts a sponsor and interviews a few industry leaders, the income and ratings can be said to be rolling in!

Are you a CCTV?

Haha, the ratings are a few tenths, is it enough?

Even if the ratings break 0.8, what's the point of refreshing the channel's historical record?

Can you attract heavy sponsorship?

Many industry giants are serious, with ratings breaking 0.8% and ratings stabilizing at 8%, who is more worthy of attention?

You simply overestimate your capabilities!

Spending millions to create a music show is even more hilarious.

Who in the industry has heard enough about the production-broadcast separation model?

Entrust the program to a private studio?

This is simply honest money laundering!

If there are any clues about being transferred to another class by the Disciplinary and Prosecution Committee, you, Huang Tao, will have to walk around in pain.

Of course, these are actually not the most important, because they are all things that have already happened.

The reason why Nie Yuanchen insisted on talking to Huang Tao was that the advertising fee from the advertiser ended up in the pockets of CCTV, not CCTV!

This is nonsense!

The model of separation of production and broadcasting sounds mysterious, but you can't use my satellite to broadcast your program, and the naming fee will be swallowed up by you, the producer!

After learning Nie Yuanchen's true intention, Huang Tao's face looked ugly.

He also heard about the five million naming fee.

The naming fee was more than what they spent to buy the show, which indeed made Huang Tao envious.

But such a sky-high naming fee is entirely due to the studio. Do you still want to keep it all to yourself?

Stop talking nonsense!

Huang Tao is a member of his own family who knows his own affairs.

After negotiating the cost of the broadcast rights, he recommended several companies with which he had a good relationship to help Hanhai Studio earn a naming fee.

He had heard that most of the quotes from these companies were three to four hundred thousand.

The addition of five million is far out of reach.

As for why he could get such a sky-high naming fee of five million, Huang Tao was envious and puzzled. He once thought it was a gimmick put out by Hanhai Studio.

Later, after asking around, I found out that the boss of Qilun Clothing Co., Ltd. is the same as the boss of Hanhai Studio.

Lao Tie is an iron buddy.

Big brother sponsors, no one else has anything to say.

So, you still want to swallow the sky-high naming fees that people get through their connections?

Do you want face?

Huang Tao was particularly tired of the deputy director's hypocrisy.

He now hopes to save a hit in the ratings and let everyone see that he, the channel director, is the real deal and has made a serious contribution to the channel.

Hey, as the deputy director, it's better for you now. Just don't encourage me. Are you still here to sow discord and engage in internal strife?

Grandma Guni’s!

Huang Tao's face became increasingly ugly as he listened to Nie Yuanchen's various plots to alienate him, trying to get him to swallow up the 5 million naming fee.

When he heard that "The King of Masked Singer" had been replaced, and that the CCTV had paid for it to be changed, and he had to give bad names like "The Mysterious King of Singer" and "Happy Singer", he finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the table and stood up.

"That's enough, Nie Yuanchen. You don't need to interfere in how we handle our family's affairs. You can take care of your own one-third of an acre! Director Hong, if he is dissatisfied with me, just clear the way.

Tell me face to face, don’t stab me in the back!”

Huang Tao's sudden roar made Nie Yuanchen look stunned.

"Director Huang, please tell me if you have something to say. Why are you taking pictures of the table?" Nie Yuanchen said with a smile on his face.

Huang Tao bought Nie Yuanchen's hypocritical face and didn't want to be a clay figure anymore, so he shouted coldly: "Nie Tai, Hong Lei is the director, and I am also the director! Regardless of position or party honors, we have the same level. Could it be said that news channels are born with

Should it be higher than other channels? I want the money I borrowed back, what’s wrong? These days, the only ones who really owe money are the uncles?"

"You can't say that..." Nie Yuanchen forced a smile.

"What else can you say?"

Huang Tao laughed angrily and said, "You think our channel is easy to bully, don't you? Hong Lei is awesome, why doesn't he dare to go to the comprehensive channel to ask for money?"

Realizing that there were staff whispering and looking here, Nie Yuanchen immediately put away his smile and said seriously: "Director Huang, if you must go online, then we will make it clear that you spent four million to buy it.

Are you sure that a program produced by a private studio is not a secret plot for Chen Cang?"

"What do you mean?" Huang Tao's expression changed.

"What do you mean? You know it in your heart. Let me tell you, you are in trouble!"

Nie Yuanchen sat back at his desk, took out a stack of envelopes from the drawer, and threw them on the table: "Look, how many people in the office have reported you for money laundering!"

Huang Tao took a quick look and saw six or seven reporting letters lying there.

For a moment, Huang Tao's expression changed.

"Why don't you speak?"

Nie Yuanchen sneered: "Are you guilty? Are you scared? I tell you, it's too late!"

Looking at Huang Tao's silent expression, Nie Yuanchen realized that the truth of the matter was not far from his guess. He instantly felt a breath of evil in his heart: "In the next few days, the Discipline Inspection Commission will be organized to investigate your property."

Investigation, you'd better tell the truth, and maybe you can get a few years off your sentence!"

Huang Tao ignored the report letters on the table.

If you want to impose a crime, why bother?

I, Huang Tao, walk upright and upright, and I am not afraid of the shadow of my body. I will not admit the things I have not done even to death!

Now, he only felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

He has long known that the Chinese people are good at fighting among themselves. In the early fights on stage, he watched them as a bystander.

But when the matter came to an end and it was his turn to be the party involved, Huang Tao only felt his hands and feet were cold, and disappointment was like a tsunami, flooding his heart from time to time.

"Does everyone on the stage think of me this way?" he finally asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Otherwise?" Nie Yuanchen asked.

Huang Tao laughed angrily, turned and left the deputy director's office.

"I welcome any reports, but please don't throw shit on me!"

"If this is your own shit, I hope you will eat it yourself!"

Nie Yuanchen stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, and pointed at Huang Tao's back angrily: "You!"

Hong Lei just came to pound the table!

You, the director of CCTV, dare to yell at me!

The mocking looks from the staff outside the window were like sharp knives, piercing Nie Yuanchen's heart.

There was a storm in his heart, and he felt his face was burning, as if he had been slapped several times by Huang Tao.

Although this was an illusion, it still made Nie Yuanchen feel a surge of hatred!

The next moment, he took a deep breath, picked up the phone on his desk, and quickly dialed a number with fingers trembling with anger.

After a while, Nie Yuanchen said in a sad tone: "Hello? Old Hu? It's me, Nie Yuanchen, I want to expose a colleague..."——

Thanks to Dancing in the Wind and Little Shuta for the reward (to be continued.)


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