eurekapd Chapter 452 Friendship between Avant-garde Writers
Chapter 452 Friendship between Avant-garde Writers
Upon arriving at the office, Zhuang Chaoying followed her secretary quietly inside.
Upon seeing Zhuang Chaoying, Director Wang warmly greeted her with a smile.
"Xiao Zhuang, long time no see! Speak of the devil, and he appears! I was just about to call Yougui to ask where you are. Xiao Zhang from the Kyoto Children's Film Studio contacted me a few days ago, saying he wants to make a children's science fiction film, but he doesn't have a suitable subject matter."
"I immediately thought of your short story 'Thunderbolt Baby,' and I thought its plot was novel and would be perfect for making into a movie for children."
As he spoke, Director Wang reached out his hand and kindly pulled Zhuang Chaoying to sit on the sofa.
Then, Director Wang got up, walked to the cabinet, took out some high-grade tea leaves, and then took the electric kettle, made two cups of tea, and placed them on the coffee table.
"Xiao Zhuang, we'll give you 800 yuan for the use of this movie. You know our copyright regulations cap it at 800 yuan. Also, this movie is planned to be released in a Kyoto cinema during the National Day holiday, as a tribute to the motherland. After all, it's made for children, so it should be novel and educational."
Zhuang Chaoying took the teacup and gently placed it on the coffee table. "Director Wang, since it's made for children, I'm willing to unconditionally contribute the copyright of 'Thunderbolt Baby.' You can handle the 800 yuan. It's a great thing that you're thinking of children all over the country and making movies suitable for young children. I'm very honored that my work has been selected by you."
He paused for a moment, a smile spreading across his face, and continued, "There's one more thing. I came here today to ask you for a favor."
After hearing Zhuang Chaoying's words, Director Wang thought, "This Zhuang is too smooth and knows how to please people. This is clearly a disguised way of giving me eight hundred yuan."
However, as a leader, he likes such sensible subordinates, it's just a pity that Xiao Zhuang doesn't work under him.
"Xiao Zhuang, you are a very conscious comrade. Just say whatever you want, as long as it's not a matter of principle."
"Director, it's nothing serious, just that piece of land you helped me buy before. Could you keep an eye on it and let me know if there's any movement?"
Director Wang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and began to ponder.
The plot of land he approved for Xiao Zhuang was next to a pond in Bagou.
He had a relative who was the brigade secretary of Bagou, which is how he got this land.
Development is underway in that area, and although the development hasn't reached Bagou yet, he thinks it should extend there in a few years.
This young man, Zhuang, has quite a discerning eye.
"I thought it was nothing. Don't worry, I'll contact Wang Yougui as soon as I have any news and have him call you."
"Thank you, thank you, Master Wang."
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Director Wang was very satisfied with his character and conduct, and also had high hopes for this contemporary writer. After all, everyone likes to work with smart people, and their relationship was mutually beneficial, with each of them getting what they needed.
He immediately decided to treat him to a meal in a private room at the Kyoto Hotel.
When she was at the TV station, Zhuang Chaoying had two bottles of 1958 Moutai liquor and two cartons of Huazi cigarettes in her bag, which she had bought from the system's online store, but she didn't take them out at the time.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, Zhuang Chaoying seized the opportunity, knowing that there was no other place to say anything else.
“Director Wang, you and Uncle Wang are about the same age, both of you are elders, this is just a small token of my appreciation.”
Director Wang is a person who enjoys both smoking and drinking. As soon as he saw the 1958 Moutai, his thirst for alcohol was instantly awakened, and he couldn't stop craving it.
But he still frowned, pretending to be serious, and said it insincerely.
"Xiao Zhuang, I'll let it go this time, but don't let it happen again. Haha, I'll drink this bottle today, and I'll taste what this wine that's been stored for over twenty years really tastes like."
Looking at Director Wang's expression, Zhuang Chaoying knew that she had hit the nail on the head with her gift.
There should be give and take between people.
Director Wang still needs to keep an eye on that piece of land in Bagou, so we don't have to worry about it being occupied without us getting paid.
Moreover, Lao An is also planning to bid for temporary advertising slots for the 1990 Spring Festival Gala. With his connection to Director Wang, things will be much easier when it comes to that.
The meal was a pleasant one for both host and guests. By the time Zhuang Chaoying returned to her dormitory, it was already past five in the afternoon.
He picked up his bag and walked towards his dormitory.
As soon as I got to the door, I saw several people gathered at the dormitory entrance, and the atmosphere was lively.
Shi Tiesheng, sitting in his wheelchair, turned his head at the sound and saw Zhuang Chaoying returning. A smile immediately appeared on his face. "Brother Zhuang, the weather's nice this afternoon. They want to play football. Do you want to go?"
Zhuang Chaoying was the oldest among this group. Most of the others were born in the 1950s or 1960s, while he was born in the 1940s, making him the undisputed elder brother.
Zhuang Chaoying was slightly taken aback. He had indeed drunk a small glass of baijiu, but the alcohol had long since dissipated by now.
He had never actually played football before. At most, he would sit on the sidelines of the playground with his roommate, cheering for her boyfriend.
He smiled helplessly, went into the dormitory, and put his bag on the table. "I don't know how."
Upon hearing this, Yu Hua threw the jersey in his hand over without saying a word.
“Anhe, I specially brought you a set. Change into it, and I'll show you how. Let Tiesheng watch our things, pour us water, and bring us towels.”
Shi Tiesheng nodded in agreement. "That's right, I'll be your support. Back when I was twenty, I loved playing football. Now I don't have that chance anymore. Playing football isn't hard, you just have to chase after the ball."
Yu Hua reached out and patted him on the shoulder, offering advice. "Why can't you kick it? You can be the goalkeeper. Tie Sheng is definitely a good goalkeeper; he won't run around recklessly."
"Hahaha, Hua Zi, what a great idea! Let Tie Sheng guard the goal! How come I didn't think of that? With him blocking the way, who would dare to kick it? Hahaha."
Shi Tiesheng pushed up his thick glasses and looked at his like-minded partners with a smile.
He particularly enjoyed being with this group of people because they neither treated him as a disabled person who needed special care, nor did they deliberately treat him differently as an "outsider".
He could feel a genuine friendship from them, a friendship he had never dared to imagine before.
He understands that true respect means not focusing on your shortcomings, but constantly promoting your strengths. Just like now, everyone naturally let him participate in the activity, allowing him to play his role and feel that he is no different from everyone else and is an indispensable member of this group.
Zhuang Chaoying had never played football with so many men before in her life; to be precise, she had never played football at all.
At first, he hesitated a bit, wondering about so many people colliding together. But then he thought that everyone was naked and rubbing each other's backs when they showered together in the school's public bathhouse, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.
He took the soccer jersey handed to him by Yu Hua, and saw that the college's name was printed on the back, and that he had been assigned the number eleven.
As soon as he stepped onto the football field, the game began, and ten men began a fierce chase around a ball.
Zhuang Chaoying was not to be outdone, running hard. After all, it was his first time playing football, and he made several own goals, kicking the ball into his own net, which made everyone burst into laughter.
But no one blamed him. It's just a ball; kicking the goal doesn't guarantee a goal. Just kick it boldly.
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