If you want to be the boss, you must first learn to pay the bill. Zhang Jinling, Gong Xue, and Cai Ming paid for the books themselves, because they had the conditions, while the books bought by Jiang Shan, Ge You, and Liang Xiaosheng were all purchased by Chen Qi. He parasitized on the Beijing Film Studio, eating, drinking, earning, and poaching from others. Although he is nothing now, he has been cultivating his own team imperceptibly. Just like Ge You and Liang Xiaosheng, as long as he said a word, these two would accompany him to do private work without hesitation. In the evening, the group returned to the Beijing Film Studio, and the trio went into room 302 again. Chen Qi poured out bundles of books, untied the ropes, and had no place to put them, so he could only put them on the table, and then worried: "I bought too many. It's too troublesome to put so many books in the guesthouse. It would be better to have my own house." "Who of us has a house? I still live with my parents. Old Liang's eight-square-meter dormitory is the best for you." Ge You said. "Don't talk about a house. I don't even have a wife at the age of 30!" Liang Xiaosheng shook his head. Speaking of his wife, Ge You became excited, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and said: "To be honest, this is the first time I went shopping with a lesbian today, and it felt very different." "Why is it different? Tell me about it?" Chen Qi said with a smile.
"Let's talk about Sister Jin Ling first. I wasn't familiar with her before, but today I think she's quite nice, cheerful and generous, with a big face and motherly warmth." "Little sister Jiang Shan is smart and cute. If she is interested in the arts, she will be a good actor serving the people in the future." "As for Cai Ming, I feel her brain is a bit strange. I often don't understand what she is thinking, but she is not bad." "Comrade Gong Xue..." When it comes to Gong Xue, Ge You's eyes are bright, and he said yearningly: "I don't have much contact with her. She is like a bright moon, hanging high in the sky, shining on ordinary people like us." Liang Xiaosheng was amused. Men, after all, all love beauty. He asked: "Xiao Chen, you have a lot of contact with her. What do you think of her?" "She is a very nice person, a gentle sister." "Oh, a gentle sister..." Ge You squinted his eyes, squinted at 45 degrees, and showed yearning again, as if these five words would make men's hearts move more than "sinking fish and falling geese" and "orchid-like character". They didn't associate Gong Xue with Chen Qi, as they were several years apart in age. After chatting for a while, the two said goodbye. Chen Qi fiddled with the books again. No matter where they were placed, they felt that they took up space. No matter how good the guesthouse was, it was not his private space. His one thousand yuan was not too little, but it was not enough to buy anything decent, let alone a house. Commercial housing in Beijing is a long way off, and we have to wait until Fangzhuang and Asian Games Village come out. Currently, there is only one overseas Chinese apartment built in the 1960s, on the West Third Ring Road, with an area of 120-160 square meters and a price of more than 100 yuan per square meter. Either the overseas Chinese buy it directly with US dollars, or the overseas Chinese send the US dollars back, or relatives in China can buy it, anyway, the US dollars will not run away. Because this thing was built to absorb foreign exchange. "If you have time, go pick up antiques and grab the business of Ma Weidu, the female elder and Li Chunping." Chen Qi suddenly laughed. In this era, many people made their fortunes by reselling antiques, but it was not nice to talk about such things, so he made up stories about his hard work one after another, which was disgusting. It was dark at night, he turned on the light and sat at the table to sort out some ideas. If the goal of the first stage was to write a script and stay in a guesthouse for free, it would have been achieved long ago, and it was time to enter the second stage.
There was not much he could do during this period. The business on hand was writing scripts, writing novels, and at most Huang Zhanying's broken tea stall. It was too far away for domestic films to be commercialized until the 1990s. Films are a tool with great effects, but people nowadays don't know how to use them, or don't dare to use them. The National Congress of Writers is a good opportunity, and he has the opportunity to meet comrades in Hong Kong. In terms of novels, his goal is to make a popular magazine. Next year will be 1980. In the next decade, domestic thoughts will jump back and forth between two extremes. People will release themselves in confusion and desire. It will be a bizarre era. He is happy to go in and mix it up. ………… "Good!" "Passed!" In the No. 3 studio of Beijing Film Studio, a luxurious suite was built, and Gong Xue performed several scenes of daily life. Wang Haowei waved his hand and shouted: "We will go to the meeting tomorrow. We will rest for 17 days. There are still some scenes left, which will definitely be completed in December. Everyone has worked hard during this period. It's a good time to take a vacation, but people are not scattered. I hope that when we come back, you can devote 100% of your enthusiasm and get into work mode immediately!" "Wow!" Everyone applauded, and "Lushan Love" was temporarily suspended. On October 30, the National Congress of Literature and Art opened, followed by the Artists Association, Writers Association, Drama Association, Music Association, Film Association, Music Association, Dance Association and other associations, which held their own congresses respectively, and finally closed on the 16th. There were also various activities, dinners, etc. in between. In the entire crew, only Wang Haowei, Tang Guoqiang, and Zhang Jinling were eligible to attend. But looking at the Beijing Film Studio, there were many more, from the director Wang Yang to the big directors, big actors, big photographers, and big artists, who went there in groups, and they were the core force of domestic films. Chen Qi was at the scene today, following the crowd to leave. As soon as he left the studio, a factory worker ran over and said, "Xiao Chen, I saw your email!" "Oh, thank you!" He walked to the door again and arrived at the message room. Sure enough, he saw the words "Chen Qi has a package" written on the small blackboard. "Uncle!" "Well, what's bulging?" "Letter from readers, thank you!" The uncle in the message room already knew that he was the kid who gave him half a box of Daqianmen. He was very surprised. Nowadays, people feel that they are talented but not appreciated. There are not many people who really stand out. Chen Qi took the package back to the room and opened it. First there were a bunch of letters from readers, then a sample issue of "Story Club" in November, and finally a letter from He Chengwei urging for more updates. The general idea is: The second half of "Kapok Robe" will be published soon. Readers are looking forward to it. We are also full of confidence. We sent you a sample issue in advance. Please correct me.
By the way, I want to ask, have you written the new work? Write it quickly! Write it quickly! You can't have written a single word, right? Don't push me too far, or I'll go to Beijing to fight you in real life, and hang myself at your doorstep... "Hey, luckily you didn't send me a razor blade!" Chen Qi pouted, why urging me to update, I'll update when the time comes. He took the upper and lower parts of "Kapok Robe", stomped downstairs, and ran to the Literature Department in the main building. "Director Jiang!" "Xiao Chen, I was just looking for you. How much did Shanshan spend on books that day?" "You are insulting me. You helped me so much, but it's just a few books." "One thing for another!" "No, no, just give it to the child! For the child!" After some socializing, Chen Qi handed over two copies of "Story Club" and said, "When I was in Lushan, I used my spare time to write a story. Luckily, it was published. Please take a look." "Oh? Young people are amazing, with strong creative energy!" Jiang Huaiyan praised, but when he looked at "Story Club", he frowned and said, "This, this kind of magazine..." "I wrote a martial arts novel, and no one wants it." "Okay, let me take a look first."