1979 Golden Age

"Need to hold a meeting to study!"

In the deputy director's office, Sun Wenjin told Zhu Dexiong straightforwardly.

Zhu Dexiong secretly rolled his eyes. Everyone in the factory knew what kind of character the other party had. Even using a chicken feather as an arrow was considered a good idea. He said, "Old Sun, you have to give me a reason, right?"

"He's too young! How can such a young person work as a planner?"

"It's just a secondment, and I haven't actually joined the company!"

"It's not okay to be seconded. You are not responsible for the quality of the work. I have to control this. I can't just accept people."

"Then you go talk to the factory director yourself!"

Zhu Dexiong was too lazy to argue with him, and Sun Wenjin was not afraid. He stood up immediately and knocked on the door of Wang Yang's office.

"Old Wang, even if you cherish your talents, you have to abide by some objective laws. The planning is all done by experienced old comrades. How can there be someone so young?

Last year you spent 80,000 yuan to win Liu Xiaoqing. Yes, Liu Xiaoqing has become a talent, but you can't say that everyone you like can become a talent, right? Did that person run away dissatisfied? "

Wang Yang saw that he also had a headache, and said: "I know you are doing good for the factory, but this person is really good. I am just seconding him. You just need to sign."

"If something happens, you are responsible. I reserve my opinion!"

Sun Wenjin left a word and disappeared.

To say how bad this person is, it's not necessarily true. In this position, in charge of personnel, administration, and discipline, he must have a sense of presence, otherwise no one will take him seriously.

Moreover, he is also a conservative, and he has nothing to deal with Wang Yang.

…………

The cold wind is biting.

It's the coldest time when we enter the twelfth lunar month.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, it is actually the busiest time for government agencies, state-owned enterprises and other businesses. Employees have to celebrate the New Year, finance has to do the annual work, the labor union has to prepare to distribute things, and leaders have to attend various tea parties and group visits.

Wang Yang has been too busy lately.

This morning, he went to the Ministry of Culture in Dongcheng to attend a national film industry New Year tea party.

Nowadays, every province is setting up provincial-run studios. Later, more than 30 studios were established, which was an extreme waste of resources and was stopped. At present, there are mainly more than a dozen studios across the country that are qualified to shoot feature films, including:

Beiying, Changying, Shangying, Bayi, Pearl River, Xiying, Emei, Xiaoxiang, Tianshan, Inner Mongolia, Youth, Guangxi, Children, etc.

The first four are the well-deserved Big Four.

Emei had to wait for Han Sanping to take office before he could exert his power, and Xiying had to wait for the fifth generation to emerge. Now they are all juniors.

"Old factory director!"

"Old factory director!"

Although Wang Yang is kind to the people in the factory and cares about the younger generations, he is also the number one person outside. He is highly respected and has a seat in Haizi.

More than a dozen factory directors greeted each other with respect. Only Xu Sangchu from Shanghai Film Studio smiled and said, "Old Wang, long time no see. How are you?"

"Okay, I'm definitely better than you!"

"Then why are there so many white hairs? We are the same age. Look at me."

Xu Sangchu touched his hair, and Wang Yang snorted and was too lazy to pay attention. He had always disliked this person. He felt that he had strong bourgeois ideas and liked to wear suits and ties.

However, he is very capable. Under his leadership, Shanghai Film Studio also produced a series of classics, such as "Furong Town", "Midnight", "The True Story of Ah Q", "Wrangler", "Old Stories in the South of the City" and so on.

Including "Lushan Love", historically it was also produced by Shanghai Film Studio.

Everyone was sitting in the conference room, with tea and dried fruits on the table, chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was very relaxed. But with the appearance of one person, things became subtle in an instant, and all the factory directors stared at each other with a very unhappy look.

This person's name is Ding Daming, the leader of China Film Group and the most hated person.

Ding Daming got used to it early in the morning and smiled so much that he didn't care at all. He even sat next to Wang Yang and Xu Sangchu. The two old men each gave him a blank look.

Nowadays, the film industry is under the control of the Ministry of Culture, but not yet under the control of radio and television, so the leaders of the Ministry of Culture are present today.

The tea party was not a formal meeting, and the leader was very relaxed and said with a smile: "I still remember last year's tea party, where all the wise men gathered together to chat and think about the future, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Let me keep it simple. Everyone completed the task last year, and the quality of the work is obvious to all. This year we are even stronger. I have seen all the projects you submitted, and they are all very ambitious.

Lao Wang, you want to shoot "Tea House" and "Camel Xiangzi". The topics are very good. Mr. Lao She was rehabilitated the year before last, so we should shoot more of his works. "

As soon as the words came out, Xu Sangchu asked first: "You want to film Lao She?"

"What? Not convinced?" Wang Yang said.

"What a coincidence! We are going to film Lu Xun's "The True Story of Ah Q"!"

"That's good, let's compete then."

"Not until then, we have a movie "Bashan Night Rain" this year. I can give you a ticket and invite you to watch it. What do you have this year? You won't be competing with me with that "Lushan Love", right? "

Beijing Film Studio and Shanghai Film Studio compete fiercely, and they always pay attention to each other's developments.

Wang Yang was not surprised that Xu Sangchu knew "Love in Lushan" because he also knew "Rain on the Bashan Mountain", which is indeed a very bold work. He couldn't talk about losing and continued to bicker with the other party. The two big guys chatted here and there, covering all kinds of topics.

Suddenly, a director knocked on the table and asked: "I heard that some comrades suggested that they want to create a professional and authoritative film award. Is there such a thing?"

"I have already expressed my anger. I am very supportive. There is a shortage of such an award in the country. How to get the Film Association to hold a meeting to study it is not going to be discussed today." The leader of the Ministry of Culture said with a smile.

"I have something to say too!"

Wang Yang also knocked on the table and said, "Everyone should know what I'm going to say, but I still have to say that I have always advocated the integration of production and sales, and we must give our studio the right to distribute!"

"What's the need?"

Sure enough, Ding Daming of China Film Group spoke first: "Distribution is our job, and you, the old director, should just be responsible for artistic production!"

"You have to eat enough to make a living, or you can raise the purchase price!"

"The purchase price is set by the state, and you can raise it just by saying so?"

"The state-set price cannot be changed. Everyone knows the problem now. If it drags on, how can this movie be made?"

Wang Yang slammed the table, and Ding Daming was unwilling to be outdone. They confronted each other, and the atmosphere was instantly filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. Everyone was also used to it. Almost every meeting would have to do this.

In fact, they also wanted to, but with Wang Yang, the big boss, taking the lead, they all shrank back to support him spiritually.

The leader of the Ministry of Culture was helpless. The matter was of great importance and he could not make the decision. He could only smooth things over: "Okay, okay, why are you arguing during the New Year? Let's discuss this matter again!"

Hmph!

Wang Yang snorted and said nothing more.

The atmosphere returned to normal. After chatting for a long time, the meeting was over. The directors had to stay in Beijing for a few days before going back to organize activities.

Everyone walked out in twos and threes. Wang Yang suddenly called out: "Old Xu!"

"Hmm?"

Xu Sangchu turned around.

Wang Yang came closer and whispered: "Although we don't get along, we have to work together this time. After the Spring Festival, I want to write a letter to the central government. What is your attitude?"

"..."

Xu Sangchu looked at him and said: "As long as you dare to write a letter, I will definitely be the first to respond!"

"That's good, you still have some courage!"

Wang Yang laughed, strode over, and contacted other directors again.

This matter can only be led by the Beijing Film Studio because it is in the political center!

(No more...)