Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

The reason why Xu Damao, an old Nanjing native, disagreed with Chang Zhengyang's suggestion to film naked bodies was simply because he was a latecomer to the literary and artistic circle. He could not fit into the circle of those people at CCTV at all and would be ostracized by them instead.

Chang Zhengyang just smiled and said nothing at this guy's gloating. The other party didn't understand the real reason why he disliked these people.

As everyone knows, there are actually many heavenly patterns from previous dynasties in Yanjing.

In order to avoid disaster, this group of people changed their surnames to Chinese ones. Since they generally received much better education than the Chinese people of the same period, the literary and art circles after the founding of the People's Republic of China were actually controlled by this group of people.

When the old man was around, these people behaved themselves, but now that the old man is gone, these bastards are starting to get restless.

After the 1990s, they started to stir up trouble and began to promote a restoration movement, resulting in a large number of pigtail and braid dramas flooding the TV screens, trying desperately to whitewash their ancestors.

Chang Zhengyang still remembered that in his previous life, he heard the girls in the office dreaming all day long that they had traveled through time and were favored by the Fourth Master. He was so angry that he issued an order within the company that from now on, no one was allowed to mention pigtail dramas in the company, and anyone who mentioned it would be fired.

At that time, this incident was causing a stir on the Internet. Boss Chang was attacked by online trolls and was almost driven into autism.

From then on, he, Chang, had a mortal feud with this group of Tongtianwen.

Although the people from the Southern Faction are not good people either, because they like to reverse the verdict on the principal, saying that many masters emerged during the principal's era.

In their plays, warlords are all heroes who care about their country and their people, but Chang Zhengyang scoffs at this.

Of course, the warlords’ concubines are still quite beautiful, and the warlords’ clothes are still quite handsome.

He also remembered the girl in the office who fantasized about traveling back in time and becoming a warlord's concubine. To this, Chang Zhengyang just wanted to say that you were thinking too much.

The warlords' concubines were just dolls. When they got tired of playing with them, they would just give them to the soldiers under their command.

Chang Zhengyang drank a cup of tea in Xu Damao's office and left.

He didn't care at all about the Tongtianwen people cursing him behind his back. Of course, if anyone really dared to make up stories about him behind his back, that person had better pray that his ass was clean, otherwise he would definitely bring that person down.

Compared with changing the program composition, he is more keen on inserting a program of his own.

This is a good opportunity to strike back at certain people and complete the ultimate mission left to him by the old man before his death.

In the small conference room of the Publicity Department of Changsheng Pharmaceutical Group, Chang Zhengyang looked at the people in front of him.

Zheng Qiaoer, who was already the director of the Propaganda Department, placed a cup of tea in front of him.

"Uncle, these are the backbone of our department. They are all talented artists. They can sing, dance, and even perform dramas."

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Chang Zhengyang nodded with satisfaction, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then stood up and walked in front of the four people, who looked at him with some excitement.

"Don't be nervous. The thing is, CCTV is going to broadcast a Spring Festival Gala on TV on New Year's Eve. I want to arrange a program for it, so I found you..."

Chang Zhengyang didn't wait for the four people to digest the news. He paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, saying as he walked: "I have already thought of the idea of ​​the program. Since you are going to perform a drama, it can't be better. It is also a skit. The title is "The Educated Youths Earn Money with Their Own Hands..."

As Chang Zhengyang slowly narrated, he told a little story.

The plot is very simple. It tells the story of a director's son, Zhao Moujia, a returned urban youth who wants to open a garment factory but lacks start-up capital. So he uses his father's identity as collateral to borrow 200,000 yuan from the bank, and then uses his father's influence to rent 30 sewing machines from a state-owned garment factory at a low price. He also hires a group of unemployed female educated youth to work for him, and then leads this group of female educated youth to become rich through hard work. This is an inspirational story.

Chang Zhengyang's speech was very vivid, but Zheng Qiaoer felt more and more annoyed the more she listened. She pulled Chang Zhengyang outside and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, how can you praise the educated youth for starting their own business? You are clearly, you are..."

"The son of a rich and powerful man gets something for nothing, right?"

Zheng Qiaoer couldn't help but nodded. Chang Zhengyang's words completely expressed the doubts in her heart.

"Uncle, this story is a bit inappropriate. There are no such people nowadays..."

"You haven't seen enough. There have been many such incidents in the South. Why do you think those people are jumping up and down and shouting for reform?"

Zheng Qiaoer opened her mouth slightly, and asked in disbelief, "What do they want to do?"

Chang Zhengyang looked at him dimly and said, "What else can I do? Repair it, correct it!"

Zheng Qiaoer's breathing stagnated, and her right hand subconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes. She looked around nervously and whispered to Chang Zhengyang, "But uncle, if this program is broadcast on TV, you will probably offend a lot of people..."

In order to show the seriousness of the matter, Zheng Qiaoer also pointed her finger upwards mysteriously, meaning that this matter might become a big deal.

Chang Zhengyang laughed dumbly when he saw this and said, "It's okay, just go and do it, no one can do anything to me. By the way, remember to keep it a secret before the show airs. Okay, I have something else to do, so I won't delay your work."

"uncle……"

Zheng Qiaoer opened her mouth to say something, but Chang Zhengyang had already gone away. She looked at Chang Zhengyang's back, stomped her feet in anger, returned to the conference room, issued a confidentiality order to the four literary and artistic pioneers, and hurried to Shen Qianwen's office.

"Aunt, Uncle Chang just came to me and asked for a few people..."

Zheng Qiaoer reported everything Chang Zhengyang had arranged to Shen Qianwen in one breath, and then said worriedly: "Aunt, please persuade Uncle Chang. If this program is broadcast, it will be a big deal."

If what Chang Zhengyang said is true, then once this program is broadcast, Chang Zhengyang will probably immediately offend most of the cadres in the world.

Unexpectedly, Shen Qianwen waved her hands nonchalantly after hearing this, and said to Zheng Qiaoer with a smile: "You, just put this worry in your stomach. Your uncle Chang is much more stubborn than you think. It's okay, just follow his instructions."

"Is it really okay?"

"Absolutely fine!"

Zheng Qiaoer left Shen Qianwen's office with a lot of suspicion.

When she returned home in the evening, Zheng Yaoxian, who was reading a newspaper, saw what she was thinking and asked her what happened.

So she told Zheng Yaoxian the same thing Chang Zhengyang asked her to do, but got the same answer as Shen Qianwen.

Zheng Yaoxian couldn't help but sigh: "Chang Zhengyang is Chang Zhengyang, he dares to be the first in the world!"