1979 Golden Age

In 1987, Fan Xiaopang was already 6 years old!

Liu Yifei was born, and also Liu Shishi, Zhao Liying, Shu Chang and Zhang Jiani were born in the same year.

Capital city.

The heating in my own unit is good. The bedroom is warm. There is a basin of water on the floor and even a wet towel on the heater. Friends in the south can't imagine how dry the north is in winter.

Chen Qi felt a sore throat while sleeping, so he had to open his eyes, and his nasal cavity was also hard.

He touched it casually and felt a meat ball, and he chuckled.

"Daddy!"

"Well, where's your mom?"

"Daddy!"

Zhuangzhuang had a hard time holding a logical conversation, saying the few words he knew and climbing on him. Chen Qi held the child in his arms, staring at him, and then giggling together.

Zhuangzhuang is already one and a half years old. He has grown to 80cm tall and can walk by himself.

His facial features are becoming clearer and clearer, combining his father's handsomeness and his mother's tenderness, especially his eyes, which are so beautiful. Zhang Yi's daughter is always in awe every time she sees him.

"Hey, are you two promoting your relationship?"

Gong Xue had just returned home after completing her two-month study, and the family reunited before the Spring Festival as usual. She came in, pinched her son and husband's faces, and said, "Don't stay in bed, your mother asked you to go get something."

"Pull what?"

"30 kilograms of pork, a set of offal, five chickens, 10 kilograms of mutton, 10 kilograms of beef, 50 kilograms of apples, 100 kilograms of rice, 100 kilograms of flour, two boxes of hairtail, and 50 eggs!" Gong Xue was reading out the menu like a name of a dish.

"Is she crazy?"

"It must have been given to me by someone else. Director Chen's mother, my mother-in-law, shouldn't I do something for her during the Chinese New Year?

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"Are you bringing us here again?"

"What else? My mom is going back to Shanghai, and your parents are coming over, so we can eat together."

"throat!"

Chen Qi sighed and had to get up.

Whether it is my own parents or the elders I have met, they all like to stock up on vegetables during the Chinese New Year. They buy hundreds of cabbages and half a pig of pork, piling up the shelves.

I can understand that people lived in hard times in the past.

Decades later, living conditions have improved, but people still stock up on food for the New Year, which they cannot eat and ends up wasting:

The refrigerator is often filled with one-year-old frozen meat and two-year-old frozen shrimp.

Chen Qi went downstairs and found Liang Xiaosheng: "Lao Liang, ask a few comrades from the security department to drive a van to Dazhalan and bring back my mother's things."

"Another bunch of New Year's gifts?"

"Yes! It's still the same old rule. We'll allocate a portion of it to the company's New Year gifts and distribute it to everyone."

"You just dislike it. Others would be happy to death if it were them."

Liang Xiaosheng made a phone call, made arrangements, and said, "Our company will also be sending it out soon, take a look at the list."

Chen Qi took it and looked at it. Dongfang Company had few employees, and the New Year's goods were sufficient. In addition to the basic rice, flour, oil, and meat, there were also fashionable drinks like Jianlibao. Just as he was watching, Feng Li, the nominal boss of the company, came in and smiled as soon as he opened his mouth:

"Oh, are you researching New Year's goods? I was in a meeting just now, and everyone was envious when I mentioned this. They all know that our company has good benefits."

“They’re still building a building!”

"Yes, we are building a building!"

Feng Li took off his cotton-padded jacket, made a cup of tea, and gossiped: "If I hadn't held the meeting, I wouldn't have known that things are so tight at the end of the year. Some units are not doing well and can hardly afford to pay benefits. Oh, how else can we get through the New Year?"

"Which unit can't afford it? It can't be the Beijing Film Studio?" Chen Qi said.

"I didn't say that!"

Feng Li quickly denied it.

Renren laughed again, Chen Qi kept shaking his head, the next two years will be even harder for Beijing Film Studio, how poor was it at one time? Didn't they build Rongning Mansion to shoot "Dream of Red Mansions"?

Beijing Film Studio wanted to sell Rongning Mansion to the Japanese for 50 years for 30 million RMB.

The city government did not approve it.

After a while, the van carrying the goods came back. Chen Qi kept about one-third of the goods and piled the rest in the warehouse downstairs as a company benefit.

"Oh, that's right, Xiao Chen!"

Feng Li saw him going upstairs and stopped him, "Hurry up and submit your year-end report. The Chinese New Year is early this year, on the 28th. Various meetings are also held early, and leaders at all levels are waiting."

Chen Qi kept his word and submitted the year-end report the next morning.

Feng Li was the nominal leader after all, so he had to understand it. It didn't matter. At this moment, his hands were shaking as he held the report, and he stared at the string of numbers with fear. After a while, he said, "Xiao Chen, this can't be fake! You must ensure that the data is true and it must be deposited into the national treasury."

"You know that the revenue recovery cycle of movies is relatively slow. We can't hand it over now, but the data is definitely correct."

"You, ouch——"

Feng Li was a little at a loss, and after a moment's pause he said, "This is a big leap compared to last year, great! Great!

I’ll submit it right away!”

Another day passed, Ministry of Truth.

Leader Zhu also looked at the report, his hands shaking a little. The report clearly stated the revenue of Dongfang Company last year. Its assets had reached: more than 50 million RMB, 90 million Hong Kong dollars, and 20 million US dollars!

Moreover, these dollars are estimated to be retained after being turned in, and the actual total revenue is: 58.3 million US dollars!

You should know that in 1986, the country's foreign exchange reserves were US$2.072 billion.

"Ha ha!"

Leader Zhu laughed out loud and slammed the table, thinking that it was a wise move to bring Dongfang Company over, oh no, to bring Chen Qi over, in the first place!

A cultural company can make so much money, and more importantly, it hardly uses any investment from the state, and is completely responsible for its own profits and losses, except for the dispute with Beijing Film Studio over land. But it doesn’t matter, Beijing Film Studio and Dongfang Film Studio are both serving the people!

Leader Zhu also had to prepare a report and submit it immediately.

In the lake.

This report also caused heated debate.

Movies were shown in Haizi every week, both domestic and foreign films. The leaders regarded Chen Qi's films as foreign films, because they were completely different from those in the mainland and could not be compared.

"I never thought that the movie we made could earn tens of millions of dollars in the United States!"

"Yes! Oriental Company is doing a great job!"

"The films they make are too entertaining. Although they are made for export, they are not serious at all."

"Well, everyone has their own division of labor. Since they have been given the task of creating cultural foreign exchange, they cannot be constrained by traditional standards. Of course, they have done so well, which shows that they are very capable!

That kid is lazy and doesn't want to be on the Spring Festival Gala, so he should play a leading role in the film industry and shoulder more responsibilities!"

(There is still one chapter under review emm)