System, how do you give me this script?

Chapter 148 17-year-old Xiao Ling
Do film and television companies make money?

Lin Beiping is a shrewd person.His answer to this question was-

Making money, but also quite risky.

Maybe sometimes, even though five films were filmed in one year, four of them made a profit, but they still couldn't make up for the loss caused by the one that lost money.

To be honest, this industry is completely incomparable with the coal industry he was in back then.

At that time, as long as he coaxed the people in charge of this industry, he could lie down safely and make money.

Safety accidents frequently occur in the coal mining industry.But those in charge still have various means to settle it.

In those years when he was a coal boss, he was not the one who made the most money.

Those who make the most money, some are walking higher, and some are stepping on the sewing machine.

Fortunately, Lin Beiping escaped in time, otherwise he would have almost joined the army of stepping on the sewing machine.

How many of those who step on the sewing machine in that place used to call the wind and shake the rain?

……

For the establishment of Fuxin Film and Television, to a certain extent, Lin Beiping is just a spokesperson or an executor.

Those behind-the-scenes bosses don't care if Lin Beiping is messing around?As long as they don't do anything too extreme, they are capable of helping Lin Beiping settle.

Of course, none of this is free.Lin Beiping's duty is to use her current status to protect their wealth.

In fact, the treatment of the bosses is very good, even if there is no such extra wealth, they can live in peace and contentment in this life.

But they are too "emotional" and always want to help their sons and grandsons earn all the money they will spend in the future.

……

When Lin Beiping told the bosses about Tai Lun's entry into the game, the bosses were excited.

"Xiao Lin, I didn't expect you to make a joint venture."

"Um, does that count?" Lin Beiping smiled humbly, "Everything is taught well by all the teachers."

"Xiao Lin, we have seen the company's profitability this year, and there are flaws."

Lin Beiping thought that the bosses thought he was earning too little, so she hurriedly promised, "I will continue to work hard."

Don't look at Mr. Lin as an uncle outside.In the eyes of these old people who are about to retire, he stands like a minion and respects like a grandson.

A boss curled his lips, "Xiao Lin, we don't think the company's profitability is not good. On the contrary, we all feel that the current profitability is a bit too good."

Lin Beiping was taken aback, it was the first time I heard that someone thought she was making too much money.

"Old Chen, I don't understand."

"The better your profitability, the more taxes you pay?" Old Chen explained.

Lin Zhiping was taken aback, "Mr. Chen, you've made a lot of money this year, and you're not willing to give out this little bit of blood?"

This is still an insider, who has received a good education!
"Old Chen, I understand."

"In the future, we will maintain a balance of payments." Old Chen is like an economist.

If someone recognizes this old man, he will find that the economy in the places he once dominated is in a mess.

Some people are individual economists, and when faced with their own money, their ideas spring up.In the face of overall development and construction, it is useless.

"No matter how much money Fuxin earns, it's just small profits after all." Mr. Chen said meaningfully, "The meaning of Fuxin's existence is definitely not for this small amount of money. You have to deeply realize how big the plate of Fuxin is. , can't tolerate any loss."

"Okay, I'll pay more attention."

"In addition, seize the opportunity of Tai Lun's entry and complete the transfer of wealth as soon as possible." Old Chen said, "The transfer efficiency has been too low over the years."

Lin Zhiping knew that Mr. Chen would retire in two years.So anxious about it.

Turn to morning good health.Even if something happened in the past two years, Chen Lao went to step on the sewing machine.This money is also enough to protect the wealth of the Chen family for ten lifetimes.

Mr. Chen's son and grandson are all outsiders.Old Chen has arranged these in an orderly manner.

After explaining everything, Old Chen finally asked, "By the way, have you encountered any difficulties recently?"

This is the custom!Lin Beiping knew that as long as Mr. Chen nodded to the difficulties he raised, he would definitely help him solve them.

For example, Lin Beiping's sister was originally a deputy. According to the normal procedure, it would take five to ten years before she could be corrected.But Chen Lao said that this procedure was directly shortened to half a year.

A word of matter, a word can bring a harmonious society.

……

Lin Beiping did not encounter any difficulties recently, but the company encountered some obstacles recently.

So he said: "Now there is a film and television company called Zhengyang in the market, which has had a great impact on our development."

"This time, Tai Lun's first choice was also Zhengyang's." Lin Beiping said.

Old Chen nodded calmly, "Oh! How do you want to deal with it? Warning, or let them disappear directly."

Lin Beiping was taken aback. Is this Mr. Chen who "killed and decided"? He has courage!As long as it is blocking his way, the end will be miserable.

"Old Chen, don't be so cruel, just destroy them so that they no longer have the capital to compete with our Fuxin."

Mr. Chen hummed and stopped talking.It's like an expert who hides from the world.This matter, he is a big deal.

……

When Zhengyang and Foster reached a cooperation agreement, Ling Hai received a message from Zhao Zhiyan - I resigned.

Ling Hai thought for a while, and also sent a message: I wish you all the best in the future.

Zhao Zhiyan: Thank you!

Ling Hai: Between you and me, there is no need to say thank you.

Zhao Zhiyan: Thanks.

Ling Hai:? ? ?
Why does this style of painting look so similar to someone Ling?Is this the legendary red one who is close to vermilion and black one who is close to ink?It's a pity that Zhao has not learned any of Ling's strengths.With regard to this slightly unscrupulous little flaw, student Zhao understood a little bit superbly.

……

After resigning, Zhao Zhiyan was not in a hurry to find a job.

Uncle Zhao was also discharged from the hospital.

Originally, Zhao Zhiyan hoped that her father would continue to be treated in the hospital, even though the treatment during this period of time had wiped out Zhao Zhiyan's savings in recent years, and she still owed 20 foreign debts.But she doesn't care, she just hopes that her father can spend more time with her.

In the end, it was Old Uncle Zhao who said, "Son, Dad wants to go home, and Dad doesn't want to die here."

"Okay." Zhao Zhiyan fought back tears, "Dad, I'll listen to you."

Uncle Zhao was only in his early fifties. After learning about his illness, he first experienced "despair", then a strong "desire to survive", and finally convinced himself to accept the ending.

He couldn't procrastinate any longer. If he procrastinated any longer, his daughter would be completely dragged down.

His daughter is the greatest pride in his life, having a well-paid job.But even so, the treatment fee quickly emptied all the family's savings.

Uncle Zhao held Zhao Zhiyan's hand tightly, "Son, I'm sorry, Dad got you into trouble."

Zhao Zhiyan shook her head, "I don't think it's a burden... I feel very content that Dad can be by my side."

Uncle Zhao said: "When you get home, Dad will take you to see the flower show."

From childhood to adulthood, during the flower show, Uncle Zhao would hold Zhao Zhiyan's hand, one big and one small, watching the flower show with great interest.

This year, they still caught up.

Because her body was too weak, Zhao Zhiyan pushed Uncle Zhao to go.

As the sun sets, the soft sunlight sweeps over the petals, creating a faint halo.

The aroma is tangy, accompanied by the smell of earth, kneading in the air.

Uncle Zhao held Mother Zhao in his left hand and Zhao Zhiyan in his right, and said, "Okay."

Zhao Zhiyan nodded vigorously.

"Honey, you've worked hard in your life."

"Xiao Yan, Dad loves you."

A petal was staggered and blown to the edge of Zhao Zhiyan's shoe, stained with muddy water.Due to being blocked, after shaking slightly for a moment, he finally collapsed on the floor powerlessly.

……

Ling Hai learned that it was a week after Uncle Zhao left.

After Uncle Zhao was discharged from the hospital, his dinner appointment with Zhao Zhiyan was automatically terminated.

Because he was busy with the signing of Foster, Ling Hai was a bit overwhelmed during this period, and he didn't have the energy to take care of other matters at all.

After finishing everything, Ling Hai sent a message to Zhao Zhiyan: How is uncle?

Zhao Zhiyan: Dad went to heaven to accompany grandparents.

Ling Hai read this message and was silent for a long time...

At this time, it was raining lightly outside the window, and this bustling city was shrouded in a gray mist, looking lost and powerless.

Not far away, there are houses in various school districts, including elementary school, junior high school, and high school.Due to the existence of this special product, an incredible industry has been thriving for quite a long time.

In the distance of sight, there is an unfinished building. It is said that the developer has taken his family to live a better life abroad.Every time Ling Hai drove by, there would be a bunch of people holding banners, shouting, and walking around...their faces were full of powerlessness and helplessness.

Not far from the unfinished building is an artificial scenic area, which is said to have cost tens of billions, and is the biggest trump card for the city's tourism development.But except for the period when it first opened, the daily flow of people is now less than [-].But it doesn't matter, it is still the most glamorous business card of the city.As long as it exists, it can represent that the city is still prosperous.

Ling Hai's sight drifted farther and farther until the end.

That's the cemetery.

That's where a lot of people end up.

Even if it was wasted, even if it was brilliant, it will eventually sleep here... Wait, not necessarily.Once the commercial cemetery develops in the future, many people may not be qualified to be here.

……

"Where are you?" Ling Hai asked.

"I took Dad home." Zhao Zhiyan said.

Ling Hai knew that Uncle Zhao's hometown was in a remote village.Zhao's grandparents were buried there.

"Maybe, it's time for me to go see Brother Feng." Ling Hai said to himself.

Brother Feng's cemetery is in a cemetery in the county seat. At that time, he was still young and had no money, so the government helped to arrange it.

In the past few years, Ling Hai went to see Brother Feng about once a year, most of the time at this time.

Usually alone, occasionally Lao Zhang will accompany.

But now Lao Zhang spends more than half of his time in Kyoto, and he is busy with many things, obviously he doesn't have this time.

Ling Hai didn't want to trouble Lao Zhang either, so he didn't tell Lao Zhang about it.

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhang still took the initiative to ask, "When will I see your brother Feng this year?"

Ling Haidao: "This weekend."

"Well! I'll ask Yanzhi to go with you."

Ling Hai refused, "I can do it alone."

"Of course I know you can do it alone. But Brother Feng can't meet her grandniece?"

Ling Hai:? ? ?
"Brother Feng will only treat her as his daughter-in-law."

"It's fine." Old Zhang changed his normal routine, "Brother Feng will know that his Cao Dan's son is in charge, so he can enjoy it down there with peace of mind."

Ling Hai:? ? ?
"Okay!" When it came to this point, Ling Hai naturally couldn't refuse.

I just don’t know if Xiaoyan would mind if her father called her to pay homage to an unknown dead person?Ling Hai thought so.

Well, Ms. Zhang's mentality is the kind of nervousness of "I'm about to see my father-in-law".

……

It was already dark when Ling Hai arrived at the county seat.

He has already booked the hotel and can check in directly.

Zhang Yanzhi looked at the surrounding environment curiously, and asked, "Brother Ling Hai, is this where you grew up?"

Ling Haidao: "What are you thinking? This is an urban area, and my home is [-] kilometers away from here. It is a very dilapidated and backward small mountain village."

When I was young, Ling Hai rarely went to the city once a year.

At that time, the county seat could satisfy all Ling Hai's fantasies about material things.All kinds of weapon toys that have appeared on TV can be bought in the county.Ling Hai dreams of owning a peerless sword of his own.Later, Brother Feng did it himself and cut it for him with wood, um, it was a little shabby.But for Ling Hai, it was enough.Holding a peerless sword and using a bath towel as a battle cloak, he chased chickens and dogs all over the village.

That was Ling Hai's rare and warm memory of childhood.

If Brother Feng is not troubled by love, he is also a pretty good old father, right?

So, love is a scourge, don't get too deep.

……

"I haven't been back to that small mountain village for almost ten years." Ling Hai said suddenly.

"That is to say, Brother Ling Hai, when you left there, you were only 17 years old?"

"Well, I came to the county town alone to study in high school, and I worked part-time after class, and I have done everything..." Ling Hai glanced at the street in front of him, "I am familiar with the streets and alleys here."

How ripe is it?It's not that Ling is boasting, even the drivers of motorcycles don't know about the major chicken coop strongholds in the county.

Seeing Brother Ling Hai smiling, Zhang Yanzhi was inexplicably distressed.

When she was 17 years old, her parents arranged everything for her.Studying in aristocratic schools, food and clothing are the best.She never had to worry about making a living.

But at that time, Xiao Ling, a student from another dimension, was running around the streets, handing out leaflets, working as a hawker, dealing with urban management, and confronting qigong with the aunt.

There are not many people in the world who can hold hands with aunt without falling.But Xiao Ling, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, was not at a disadvantage.It can even make the aunt roll on the ground in anger.

"It's late, let's check in first!" Ling Hai said.

"Ah."

"Remember to go to bed early at night, we have to get up early tomorrow."

"it is good."

Zhang Yanzhi, who returned to the room, couldn't calm down for a long time.

She sent a message to Ling Hai: Brother Ling Hai, are you going to sleep?I want to talk to you again...

what's the topic?Maybe it's chatting aimlessly, talking about her 17 years old, talking about her...

When Ling Hai saw this text message, he was shocked.

With Mr. Ling's state of mind, it is really difficult for him to understand this message cleanly and purely.

For Mr. Ling, chatting in a hotel is all about chatting, and the topic deepens!

(End of this chapter)