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Chapter 1499 Goodbye
"Wang Yan, what am I supposed to say to you? You're in your twenties, almost thirty, how can you still be so reckless? If you really want to teach someone a lesson, I don't believe you don't have other tricks up your sleeve. I know a thing or two about what you did in Lin County, why are you causing trouble as soon as you get back to the capital? If this gets out, how bad will the impact be?"

Faced with criticism from his superior, Wang Yan smiled and offered the leader a cigarette.

“Boss, this has nothing to do with my age. If there’s anything that’s relevant, it’s that if I were sixty years old today, I probably wouldn’t be in any trouble.”

I was relatively well-behaved in Linxian because no one there pointed fingers at me or cursed me; they all made things difficult for me within the rules. So I returned the favor within the rules as well. It's a give-and-take situation.

Honestly, boss, over the years, very few people have dared to yell at me. I only knocked out half a tooth, not broken his arms or legs; that's precisely a sign of my maturity.

Wang Yan chuckled and said, "Leader, there's no point in reasoning with people like this. They have no awareness or understanding, it's like talking to a brick wall, there's no way to have a conversation. I've mentioned this kind of person before in my discussion on ideology and development; don't try to reason with them, fists are the best policy. We need to kill them before they show their true colors, so they don't become a menace later."

I will not only beat him up, but I will also report him to the organization by name. This person, including the person who arranged for him to take this position, and his relatives, all lack ideological awareness and are not suitable for important leadership positions.

If these people were given leadership positions, I can't even imagine what they would do to the people.

The leader laughed in exasperation: "You actually suggested it? Think about yourself first."

"What am I thinking? I'm just carrying out my ideas and cleaning up the trash in the organization. What's wrong with that? Leaders, how you deal with me is your problem. You're the one who's going to clean me up. I've never been one to fight or grab, so I'll accept whatever punishment I get. There's always a way out, and I don't necessarily have to stay at the film academy."

"You've abandoned your responsibilities?"

"I didn't have any heavy burden to begin with. I just wanted to be closer to my wife, that's why I came back. Anyway, I don't care about any kind of official position or anything like that. How they treat me should be treated the same way they should be treated. I want fairness, and I'll fight them to the end."

"I'll write articles naming names later. Since I can't physically do it, I'll just condemn them to death, nail them to the pillar of shame, and see if they still have the audacity to swagger around. I'll also dig up everything from before, including names, and write it all down so the people can know..."

"Alright!" the leader glared. "You dare to write it? Which newspaper will publish it for you?"

"It's alright, rumors spread even wider."

"You're such a worry. Everyone thought you'd grown up, but you haven't changed at all. I've never seen anyone resort to violence like this before."

“Boss, isn’t your talking to me now just like using a fist? I may not have the authority to suppress others, but my fist can. It’s that simple.”

Wang Yan was still kicked out. He wouldn't listen to reason or be persuaded. He understood the situation better than anyone else, but he insisted on doing it that way. The leaders didn't want to punish him, so they could only avoid seeing him and worrying about him.

With so many things to do these days, it's already a miracle if I can find the time to see Wang Yan. Of course, it has to be Wang Yan; no one else could possibly cause trouble to this extent.

It was already noon, and his boss hadn't invited him to lunch, so he felt awkward staying there to freeload. He decided to ride his bicycle to room 301 to find Zhou Xiaobai and have lunch together.

"Why did you come here?" Zhou Xiaobai asked with surprise, pulling Wang Yan towards the cafeteria.

"I got scolded, but since it's not far from here, I came to have dinner with you and see what kind of cooking your master chef is like."

Zhou Xiaobai's eyes widened: "You just reported for duty today, right? And you've already caused trouble again?"

"What are you saying? It's as if I love causing trouble." Wang Yan gave a brief account of how the incident started.

"What did the leader say?"

"A few words of criticism will be enough, it'll probably be fine." Wang Yan waved his hand. "Even if something does happen, it doesn't matter. I can just quit, it's no big deal."

"If I really stop you from doing it, you'll be unhappy again."

"I have a lot of skills, and it's not like I have to make movies."

The two arrived at the canteen. Wang Yan glanced around and found the food to be quite good. After all, it was 77 now, and things were much better than before. In a unit like 301, food and drink were certainly guaranteed, with meat and vegetables, hot and cold dishes, and a mix of refined and coarse grains as staple food.

After getting a large plate of food, Wang Yan followed Zhou Xiaobai to find a seat. It was lunchtime, and there were still quite a few people there.

After looking around, Zhou Xiaobai walked straight to a spot: "Sister Ling, is nobody here?"

The woman called Sister Ling was a short-haired woman in her thirties, slender and with a kind face. She saw Zhou Xiaobai and greeted him with a smile, "Please sit down, please sit down. This must be Wang Yan, right?"

Zhou Xiaobai introduced them, and Wang Yan followed suit, saying, "Hello, Sister Ling. I have to thank your father for my work. I didn't expect that he would personally take care of such a small matter for me."

This person is named Ling Zi, the daughter of Marshal Ye Jianying, and she is currently conducting research on the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine at 301 Hospital.

“My father said you’re an extraordinary person, a genius, full of ideas, bold, and daring to take risks.” Ling Zi didn’t say anything polite, just relayed the bigwig’s sharp comments.

He then changed the subject and asked, "What made you decide to make a movie?"

"I've always liked taking photos, and I've taken quite a few over the years. They're all about light and shadow, recording and conveying, so I wanted to learn more about film."

"Got an idea?"

"Oh, Sister Ling, you think too highly of me. It's only my first day here. How could I have so many ideas? The academy leaders asked me to mainly summarize the thoughts and theories of film art practitioners. There's no rush to make movies. I plan to go and take some classes in a while to systematically understand and learn before talking about making my own movies."

Wang Yan asked with a smile, "Sister Ling, are you interested in movies?"

“I’m interested, and sometimes I’d like to take some photos myself,” Ling Zi nodded in agreement.

She actually did take the photos, but the results weren't good, and there wasn't much of a response...

The two chatted about the movie and seemed to be having a good time. Zhou Xiaobai, on the other hand, didn't feel very involved, but listening to their random chatter was quite entertaining.

After the meal, everyone went their separate ways. Having gotten to know each other and become familiar with each other, things would be easier to discuss and handle in the future…

In the afternoon, Wang Yan returned to the Film Academy. Only Old Zhong gave a few exasperated laughs and curses, and then no one mentioned the morning's events again. Especially the younger faces; they clearly knew Wang Yan's past exploits and had witnessed his ferocity today—he really dared to take action, and he was unharmed afterward. "Don't look at me like that."

Seeing the incredulous looks in the eyes of the older and middle-aged colleagues in the teaching group, Wang Yan said with a laugh, "That guy this morning was an idiot. You can't reason with an idiot. He told me to hit him, so of course I can't tolerate his bad habit."

I elaborated on this point in my book "Thoughts and Development," explaining why we cannot be lenient. I'm fine, not because of any powerful background, but because I'm in the right.

My father-in-law and mother-in-law do have some influence, but I've offended far more people, including quite a few more powerful than my father-in-law. The reason I can so easily maneuver around is because I'm in the right. I'm justified, I'm upright, so I have nothing to fear. Of course, the main reason is that no one can control me, and I have no ulterior motives.”

Wang Yan patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder: "I know you're not happy either. Maybe it's because I took your place? But you didn't show it or directly disgust me, which is good. You should keep that up and not make yourself unhappy."

"No, I didn't say anything..."

"Alright, enough of this nonsense." Wang Yan waved his hand. "The next task is to standardize the teaching syllabus. We need to keep our teaching consistent. As for summarizing the ideological and theoretical aspects of film artists, Lao He and I will handle that. You just need to teach your classes well and not cause yourself any trouble."

Thus, Wang Yan began working at the film academy.

It's quite leisurely. I teach a few classes every day, and spend the rest of my time listening to professional courses with the students and flipping through various related books.

As for summarizing and generalizing ideas and theories, that's not something that can be done in a day or two. Although it's an abstract task, it needs to be grounded in reality. He needs to engage with, understand, and learn more, and it will take a long time to develop a complete set of theories.

Meanwhile, Wang Yan also began writing a book.

He certainly wasn't scarred anymore. Although he did write about that time, the content was a story of how the people of Linxian worked together to improve their lives. This is genuine documentary literature; the people are still alive, and Linxian is still developing.

There is a lot to write about, such as the different reactions of cadres at all levels, the shift from misunderstanding to firm support by the people, the differences between the North and the South, and the differences between domestic and international situations. All of these can be included.

It has a compelling storyline, depth, and a thrilling experience. After all, if it weren't enjoyable, people across the country wouldn't be following each episode like a story, or even writing letters to urge for more updates.

Just as rumors of the resumption of the college entrance examination resurfaced, Wang Yan received an invitation from Li Kuiyong, relayed by Zhong Yuemin, inviting him and Zhou Xiaobai to a gathering in Lao Mo, saying that everyone there was an acquaintance.

Wang Yan naturally had no objections; he had never actually eaten at Lao Mo's restaurant in this world.

"Oh, Brother Yan, I've missed you so much!" Zhong Yuemin greeted him warmly. "It's been four or five years already, hasn't it? You're still as dashing as ever. I heard you gave that little brat a good slap on your first day at the Film Academy?"

"Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast." Wang Yan shook his head helplessly. "It's such a small thing, yet it's spread everywhere."

"There's nothing we can do. You're so tough, Lao Niu. No one else would dare to do this."

Amidst the laughter and conversation, Zhong Yuemin greeted Zhou Xiaobai again. He already knew about how he had teased Zhou Xiaobai back then, and he had long lamented to Wang Yan about the twists of fate and the many coincidences.

"Alright, Brother Yan, hurry up and go in. You two are the only ones missing," Zhong Yuemin said. "I remember when we first met, I said I would invite you to Lao Mo to enjoy yourself, but I never got to. I've been eating and drinking at your place for quite a while now, and today I'm finally fulfilling my promise."

"Hey, who's short of a meal? Let's go."

The three of them entered Old Mo's house and saw from afar that everyone who was chatting and laughing around a large table had stood up.

"Alright, we're all acquaintances, no need for such formalities, please sit down." Wang Yan waved his hand and pulled Zhou Xiaobai to sit down next to Li Kuiyong and Tian Fang.

Only then did everyone sit down, fully demonstrating their respect for Wang Yan.

"Brother Yan, you still remember me, don't you?"

Wang Yan looked over upon hearing the sound and laughed, "I already said we're acquaintances, Zhang Haiyang, you insisted on a one-on-one fight with me, so I kicked you. Yuan Jun, you're so arrogant, looking down on us poor guys, so I grabbed your neck and lifted you up. What's wrong now, don't want to fight me anymore? Your eyes have fallen back now, haven't they?"

Zhang Haiyang laughed awkwardly: "Back then, I was blind and didn't know what was important. I was also brainless. Once someone started urging me on, I didn't think about anything else. Even if you broke my leg, Brother Yan, it would be the least I could do."

Yuan Jun also said, "Brother Yan, I really didn't look down on you two. It's just that Yuemin insisted that you two were good fighters, and that I can wrestle too. I was just not convinced. I didn't expect you two to suppress me directly. I've always wanted to explain, but I haven't had the chance all these years."

"It's alright, it's nothing. Actually, I know a little about you guys. Back then, you and Xiaobai were in the same unit, right? He wrote to me and mentioned it a few times. Yuan Jun also had a relationship with that Luo Yun, right?"

"Hey, don't even mention it. That Luo Yun is completely unreliable. If I get injured, she'll probably still be clinging to her." Yuan Jun was also full of anger when he talked about Luo Yun.

Wang Yan then looked at Zheng Tong: "How's work going?"

"It went smoothly, you old man. You've been back for months and there was no news. I couldn't find Dayong or your wife's house, so I lost all contact with them. I only found out this time. Otherwise, the three of us brothers would have been having a good time drinking together long ago." Zheng Tong complained a little.

Jiang Biyun nodded repeatedly: "That's right, Brother Yan, you're wrong about this. My husband and I have been looking for him but can't find him anywhere."

He recommended Zheng Tong, Jiang Biyun, and Tian Fang to go to university. Li Kuiyong didn't go; the kid himself wasn't willing to study. In his own words, he didn't even want to read books, so what was the point of going to university?

During this trip back to Beijing, Wang Yan also helped Zheng Tong and his wife get job transfers, so both of them became teachers.

Wang Yan chuckled and said, "I'll leave you my phone number later. I'm working at the Film Academy now, so it'll be easy to find me. I'll also give you Xiaobai's home address and phone number."

“Okay, Zheng Tong, you and Brother Yan have been getting along really well since I left,” Zhong Yuemin said.

"Otherwise, who else could I hang out with? Luckily, Brother Yan was willing to take me along, otherwise my wife and I would still be in Lin County right now."

Wang Yan clicked his tongue: "Look at what you're saying, as if Lin County is some terrible place. Aren't they all living a good life there?"

Zheng Tong chuckled: "Lin County is nice, but the capital is even better, Brother Yan. Our home is right here. I really miss home..."

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