The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

After the unpleasant meeting that day, Wen Qiu asked He Yu to investigate Gong Changyang. He Yu's work ability was first-class, and he quickly found out all the information about Gong Changyang and presented it to him.

"Gong Changyang signed a contract with Star Media two years ago, and has been preparing for "From the Depths" since then." He Yu said, "Because you have been away from the company for a long time and you trust him very much, he has always regarded himself as the leader in the company, and he is arrogant and domineering, and his reputation is not very good."

Wen Qiu nodded, thinking back to the time he met Gong Changyang at the restaurant. The short, fat, sturdy man fawned on him, with a flattering smile on his fleshy face, but he didn't look domineering at all. But he knew that there was a type of person in the world who was like this. The more they fawned on their superiors, the more they indulged their subordinates.

"But this does not affect his outstanding ability," Wen Qiu pondered, "Did you find out anything else?"

"One thing," He Yu turned to a page in the file, "for the past two years, he has been taking on extra income."

Wen Qiu picked up the document and looked at it carefully, and his brows gradually frowned. People in the film and television industry are often very capable of independent output, and there are many who earn extra money. As long as they don't do it too much and affect their normal work, he, as a boss, can turn a blind eye.

The problem lies with the person from whom Gong Changyang makes extra money.

"He filmed two commercials for Yanchuan Wine Industry?" Wen Qiu sighed. "Isn't Yanchuan Wine Industry Xie Guangming's company?"

"Not only that, he has also worked with Baisong Group, Qiwang Pictures, and Yansheng Media. These companies are more or less connected to Xie Guangming." He Yu added.

"I was wondering, how could a little-known director like him shoot commercials for these big companies?" Wen Qiu sneered, "It turns out that Xie Guangming pushed it into his hands."

So why was Xie Guangming in that hotel that day and why did he get the wrong room number? It was not a coincidence at all. Gong Changyang took countless benefits from Xie Guangming behind his back and then sold himself out!
"He's really good." Wen Qiu threw the document back on the table and said to He Yu, "Go and call Gong Changyang over."

Soon, Gong Changyang came over tremblingly, holding the copy given to him by He Yu in his hand. His chubby body shrank very small, like a watermelon worm that curls up into a ball when exposed to the light.

Am I that scary? Wen Qiu held his chin with one hand, thinking a little boredly. He was used to seeing many people act like this in front of Pei Du, but he never thought that there would be a day when he would use his aura to overwhelm others.

"Tell me, how long have you been in contact with Xie Guangming?"

In fact, all the information was on the paper, and he just wanted to hear Gong Changyang explain it himself. Gong Changyang rubbed his hands, "Well, I did take Mr. Xie's order, but I only took it during my break. It definitely did not affect my job, and I definitely did not intend to change jobs! Mr. Wen, you can see how much effort I put into "From the Depths", how could I leave at this time?"

However, the boss seemed to be completely unconcerned about whether he would change jobs or not. He just looked at him with an intriguing look, "Oh, so was it Xie Guangming who asked you to send out the room number that day?"

"Well... yes, but Mr. Wen, I really didn't think that much," Gong Changyang said with tears in his eyes, "Mr. Xie said he knew you well and wanted to give you a surprise. I suddenly thought of helping him a little..."

He never thought that Wen Qiu would be forced to drink so much by those old men! It was only afterwards that he realized with a cold sweat how inappropriate it was to send a beautiful OMEGA to the room of those old men. But fortunately, nothing serious happened in the end, and he didn't mean it. Mr. Wen might just be angry, so he just stood at attention and took the beating.

Wen Qiu stared at him coldly, listening to his panicked explanation, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, as if counting down the days to his death.

Finally, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Gong Changyang, you are fired. I will not give you any less compensation. Go to the HR department now to complete the resignation process."

"What?!" This time not only Gong Changyang was stunned, even He Yu looked at Wen Qiu in disbelief.

You have to know that Gong Changyang is the chief director of "From the Depths". He built the foundation of this movie. Now that the fire inspection has passed, the crew can start filming at any time, and all the actors are in place - fire the director at this time?!

"Boss Wen!" Gong Changyang didn't see any joking intent on Wen Qiu's face, and immediately panicked, "I know I was wrong, but my mistake really wasn't this serious! You may still be angry now, why don't you think about it again, the company can't do without me..."

He was so excited that he held the table. Wen Qiu moved back in disgust. "Okay, I'm not that angry. Don't get excited. This is my decision after careful consideration. I won't use anyone that Xie Guangming has used. I think it's dirty."

Gong Changyang was dumbfounded. He stammered for a while, and finally couldn't help but yelled, "You, this is a personal grudge!"

"So, this isn't my private company, right?" Wen Qiu leaned back in the boss' chair and looked at him with amusement. "Didn't you say something behind my back, 'The company is like the boss's toy'? Well, that's the truth. I don't mind spending money, but I have to use people I like, because I want my work to be 100% to my liking. So you're out."

Gong Changyang had a dazed look on his face, when he saw Secretary He, the boss's henchman, approach him politely, "Director Gong, shall I take you there?"

"I won't leave!" He pushed He Yu's hand away, rushed to Wen Qiu in three or two steps, and suddenly his knees went weak and he knelt down.

"Boss Wen! Please, don't chase me away. I really, really... I have been preparing for this movie for two years. When you first wrote the script, didn't you say you would give it to me?!" Such a grown man burst into tears, sobbing with snot and tears. "Besides, if I leave, you will suffer a great loss. Please reconsider it. I really know I was wrong..."

Wen Qiu listened to the end expressionlessly and quietly lit a cigarette. In fact, he and Gong Changyang had the deepest friendship in the whole company. As he said, "From the Depths" was intended to be handed over to him from the beginning. If it were him a few years ago, he would definitely not have the heart to send him away, but it was a pity that Gong Changyang met him now - selfish, cold, and would never let himself suffer any grievances.

"Go away, this looks ugly." He stood up, walked around Gong Changyang who refused to get up, and walked out by himself. He Yu followed closely behind him and closed the door for him.

"So what about the movie?" He Yu asked.

"If Gong Changyang is not available, then we can find someone else to shoot the film. Are you afraid that we won't be able to find the right person?" Wen Qiu held a cigarette in his mouth and kicked away a stone that was in the way. "As for the loss caused by the delay in the filming, I will be responsible. You go and draft a notice and ask the leaders of all departments to come to Conference Room 1 for a meeting at four o'clock, and then go and get Gong Changyang out as soon as possible."

"Understood." He Yu took the order and took action immediately. Wen Qiu went to the meeting room in advance, thought quietly for a moment, and called Lu Bing.

Lu Bing is now doing very well and is a very busy man, but he still answered his call immediately, "Hello..."

"Are you sleeping?" Wen Qiu heard her voice was hoarse.

"Well, I'm in Venice now, and it's still midnight here." Lu Bing said, and then yawned exaggeratedly, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qiu briefly told her about Gong Changyang, and then asked if there was a suitable director to recommend. "You fired Gong Changyang? He is a rare talent, although I heard that his character is not very good." Lu Bing said, "Among the young directors, there is no one more suitable than him to shoot your movie."

"Then let's expand the scope. Do you have any recommendations?" Wen Qiu asked. "Whether it's domestic or foreign, I should have a say. It doesn't matter if the price is a little higher."

"Ha..." Lu Bing laughed at his arrogant tone, but she knew that Wen Qiu was not exaggerating. Now he has money in his left hand and works in his right hand, and he has a huge family behind him, which is enough to make many big directors bow down to him.

"Wen Qiu, have you ever thought about directing and filming it yourself?" Lu Bing said, "No one knows what you want better than you. I dare say that if you can film it, you will definitely be much better than Gong Changyang."

“…” Wen Qiu didn’t say anything. Lu Bing’s words hit upon a secret expectation in his heart, but he also had many concerns.

Lack of experience may be his biggest obstacle, but he is never afraid to learn. He has worked with so many directors that there is always a voice in his heart telling him: "What those people can do, I can do the same, or even better."

The biggest problem is that being a director will definitely consume a lot of his energy. Once he really joins the crew, it is normal for him to be away from home for several months. But he still needs to take care of the children, and Wen Jierui is still lying in the hospital. These are responsibilities that he cannot escape, and he cannot devote his energy to filming wholeheartedly.

If you can't do your best, then don't start.

"Why not give it a try?" Lu Bing was still tempting him. "You wrote the best lines in "Seven Tours of the Human World", you set the scenes and tone, and you spent a lot of effort to create the characters. But when it comes to "Seven Tours of the Human World", everyone will say that this is Lu Bing's masterpiece. Does it have anything to do with you, Wen Qiu? Since you have the ability, you should give it a try."

"...I need to think about it again." Wen Qiu sighed, "Thank you for your advice."

"Save me a good seat at the premiere." Lu Bing said with a smile, "Forget it. I haven't memorized the speech for tomorrow's performance yet."

During the hours of waiting for the executives to come to the meeting, Wen Qiu called many acquaintances to seek advice. Finally, he put a list of suitable director candidates in front of him. Each resume was brilliant and represented a rising star in the film industry. Wen Qiu looked at them carefully one by one, and finally closed the file and snorted: "None of them are as good as me."

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Wen Zhiyao has piano lessons after school today, so he will be home around six o'clock. Wen Qiu finished the meeting as quickly as possible so that he could go home and have dinner with the children.

As it happened, he had just stepped into the house when Wen Zhiyao arrived. He didn't know whether it was because of the hot weather or because he had just exercised, but his face was flushed and his back was soaked with sweat.

"Where did you go crazy?" Wen Qiu touched his back and said to the nanny in a reproachful manner, "Isn't the air conditioner on in the car?"

"Uh, this..." The nanny hesitated to speak.

"Dad, Uncle Pei is here to play football with me today!" Wen Zhiyao said excitedly, pulling his clothes.

"What?" Wen Qiu opened his eyes wide, "Where's your piano lesson?"

"The teacher asked for leave today. I wanted to go home directly, but I met Uncle Pei at the school gate. He said he would take me out to play." Wen Zhiyao looked up, so happy that even the sweat on his forehead was shining. "We went to the small park to play football, and he even bought me chocolate ice cream!"

Listen, what a standard process of child trafficking! Wen Qiu grabbed his little face, "You went when he asked you to? You ate when he bought you something? Why don't you just go home with him?!"

He looked up at the nanny and two bodyguards who were in charge of the pick-up and drop-off, "How do you do things? If there's a change in the schedule, don't you call me?!"

"I called, but you didn't answer..." the nanny said tremblingly, "The young master said he knew the person..."

Wen Qiu remembered that he was in a meeting at that time, so he didn't receive the call. When he couldn't make the decision, the whole family heard about Zhi Yao, and he seemed to be a very opinionated little master.

"Ah, Dad, it hurts..." Wen Zhiyao's face was tender, and soon turned red after being pinched for a while. He hugged Wen Qiu's thighs with tears in his eyes and acted coquettishly, "Dad, I was wrong, oooo..."

Wen Qiu finally let him go and smoothed his sweaty black short hair. "Go take a shower. It's so hot and you've been sweating all over."

"Yeah." Wen Zhiyao nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and immediately rushed to take a shower.

Wen Qiu stared at his T-shirt stained with grass debris in a daze, and suddenly asked the nanny: "When he was playing football... was he having fun?"

"Yes, yes." The nanny nodded repeatedly, "I have never seen the young master play so crazy! But it is also thanks to Mr. Pei, who is really good at taking care of children. A man of his status played with the child in the park for two hours..."

There was one thing she didn't say. Wen Zhiyao was a child with a strong personality. He didn't listen to anyone except Wen Qiu. In a sense, he was more difficult to manage than those problem children. But somehow he was very convinced by Mr. Pei, like a soldier under the general, who would never go west if told to go east.

Wen Qiu stroked his chin and fell into deep thought. He never knew that Xiao Zhiliao liked playing football so much. He had received aristocratic education in the UK. In addition to some cultural and art classes, he also carefully arranged a lot of suitable sports, such as tennis, skiing, and horse riding, to ensure that the child had enough exercise.

Wen Zhiyao, as always, gave his all and performed well in all sports, but Wen Qiu couldn't remember when he had shown such pure love for them - or rather, he liked not just playing football, but the people who would spend time playing football with him.

Soon, Wen Zhiyao finished his shower, ran to Wen Qiu in his shorts, and pulled his sleeve to make him lower his head. He said with a serious face, "Dad, if you are really angry, I will not go out to play with Uncle Pei anymore... No, I will never talk to him again."

Wen Qiu's heart suddenly ached. He knew that he was not a very good parent, but Wen Zhiyao was always so sensible and well-behaved. He learned to be tolerant and give in at a very young age. He squatted down and touched his soft hair that he had just washed. "It's okay, baby. If you want to go out and play with Uncle Pei, go out and play. Just remember to tell Dad next time and don't let Dad worry."

"Really?" Wen Zhiyao smiled widely, smacked Wen Qiu on the face, and laughed, "That's great, Uncle Pei also wants to ask me out to play after school tomorrow!"

Wait, tomorrow? Wen Qiu was stunned, and suddenly felt as if he was being bullied. He looked at the child's face, which was somewhat similar to Pei Du's, in disbelief, and smelled a hint of conspiracy between the father and son.

(End of this chapter)