Name: My father Yuan Mu

Seeing Yuan Zhihao was about to leave, the two of them quickly stood up and stopped Yuan Zhihao.

"Master Yuan! Master Yuan! Look at what you are doing! We didn't say we wouldn't help!"

"Oh? Aren't you two in a difficult situation? I hate making things difficult for others the most." Yuan Zhihao said with a smile.

The two of them smiled awkwardly, thinking in their hearts, you don't like to make things difficult for others, but we are afraid that you will come after us. Who can stand that?

They didn't know Yuan Zhihao's identity, but he knew Tang Zhengjuan's identity. You know, among all the people in the Tang family on the stage, Tang Zhengjuan was the worst off!

"No, no, Mr. Yuan, please take a seat first. We can talk about it." The two of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Yuan Zhihao sit down again.

If Yuan Zhihao really left today, they would probably be asked to have a talk with Tang Zhengjuan the next day.

"You two, actually, you don't need to worry so much. In fact, you just need to figure out one thing."

"What's the matter?" The two asked subconsciously.

"What's more important, your so-called friendship or your future? As far as I know, you two are only in your early fifties this year, right? Don't you have any thoughts on going further?" Yuan Zhihao had actually tricked them just now and had no real intention of leaving.

After all, it's better not to have two people to do the same thing. These two people are in charge of the film aspect. If he looks for their professional counterparts, there are actually quite a lot of people he can find, but it's troublesome after all, isn't it?

If you want to make it in the entertainment industry, it won’t hurt to get to know more people.

After hearing this, the two's eyes lit up. There was only one answer to Yuan Zhihao's words for them. Of course, the future was important. What was friendship?

In fact, for people like them, who are over 50 years old this year and are at the level of director-general, this is already very rare. But if you want to be promoted to this level, it will be very difficult and difficult.

This circle is so small, and there are only a few ways to get promoted, either as the deputy director of the Radio and Television Bureau or as the deputy minister of the Propaganda Department. But how could it be so easy?

They have no local political experience, so it is almost impossible for them to be promoted to deputy minister of the Propaganda Department, and it is also difficult to be promoted to deputy director of the Radio, Film and Television. If you want to be promoted to the deputy ministerial level, on the one hand, you must have local administrative experience or achievements in this field, otherwise you must have someone above you. Obviously, they do not meet the requirements.

But Yuan Zhihao's words just now ignited the fire of hope in their hearts. As I said before, although they didn't know Yuan Zhihao's true background, it was definitely not small. But does he have the power to transfer the positions of personnel at the department level and above?

Yuan Zhihao certainly has the ability to transfer their positions, but promotion is hard to say, but lateral transfer is no problem. However, even if they agree to his request, he will not help them transfer in the short term. After all, it is impossible for him to use promotion as a bargaining chip every time he asks someone to do something, right?

However, if they really do a good job, Yuan Zhihao will not be stingy and will definitely ask someone in person to help them transfer jobs. After all, more help is good.

Just like Yang Huaibing, although he does not follow the normal career path, these people will be able to help him in the future. It can also be said that Yuan Zhihao is now cultivating his own power.

"Okay, that's all I have to say. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." With that, Yuan Zhihao stood up and said goodbye, leaving the two of them time to think about it.

But just as he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and a frivolous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, by the way, there's something I forgot to tell you. My last name is Yuan!"

Two question marks appeared over Xia and Xiao's heads simultaneously. "Yuan? We know your last name is Yuan. Is it necessary to repeat it?"

"Old Xia, what does he mean?" Xiao Huachi looked at Xia Zishi puzzledly.

Xia Zishi stared at the door seriously and shook his head slowly.

"I don't know, but I'm sure he didn't say that for no reason."

"The surname is Yuan." The two of them repeated in a low voice.

After a few minutes, the pupils of both of them suddenly shrank, and then they looked at each other. They both read disbelief in each other's eyes, and then they understood everything, and everything was self-evident.

. . . . . . . . .

The next morning, Feng Kuazi brought the original film to the Film Bureau and found Xia Zishi.

Normally, Xia Zishi would have greeted Feng Kuazi warmly, but today Xia Zishi was acting out of character. He sat in the chair in the office without moving, just looking at Feng Kuazi and smiling.

"Director Feng is here."

Feng Kuazi felt a little strange, but he didn't say much and kept smiling.

"Director Xia, I brought the original copy of this movie."

"Well, okay, let's put it there." Xia Zishi nodded.

"Uh." Feng Kuazi was a little embarrassed, and his smile was a little forced. He felt that Xia Zishi was so cold to him, which was completely different from the warm welcome he had received before.

"Director Xia, what happened?"

"Something happened? No, everything is fine." Xia Zishi shook his head in confusion.

"Can..."

"Alright, Director Feng, I'm really a little too busy today, so I won't greet you, okay?"

"Oh, okay then. Director Xia, you're busy." Feng Kuazi's smile became even more awkward. He could only say hello and leave.

Feng Kuazi walked out of Xia Zishi's office with a confused look on his face, went downstairs and got into his car. Until now, he still didn't understand why Xia Zishi was so indifferent to him.

This is not in line with common sense. During festivals and daily matters, he has never missed Director Xia. He has never offended him in terms of etiquette. He has shown all the proper respect, not to mention the daily eating, drinking and having fun.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what was going on, so he could only leave in disappointment. However, this was just the beginning.

The next afternoon, Feng Kuazi received a call from the Film Bureau. The caller was not Xia Zishi or Deputy Director Xiao Huachi, but an ordinary clerk.

The words were very simple, just one sentence: your video does not comply with xxx rules and regulations, please make changes before sending it to our bureau for review, and then the other party hung up the phone.

Feng Kuazi was stunned for a moment when he heard the busy tone on the phone, but the next moment a surge of anger surged in his heart, and he actually returned his video. Damn it, this is too much. He thought he was very good to Xia Zishi and had never failed to show him all kinds of filial piety. Now you are taking the money but not doing the job?

You promised everything yesterday, but you changed your mind today? Aren't you changing your mind too quickly?

He didn't think too much about it, picked up the phone and called Xia Zishi.

The phone rang more than ten times before it was connected, which made Feng Kuazi's already bad mood even worse, and he sounded hostile as soon as he opened his mouth.