My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 279 Turns out he's an expert
Rang Weidong was still wondering whether he should just call the Queen's Restaurant and book a hotel for this group of people.

He felt that this was the producer's duty: "How many people? There's probably only one place to live in Jiangzhou."

Jin Zhuoqun couldn't help showing off in front of Rang Weidong: "No need, we put the crew in the compound."

Weidong, who was only familiar with the Taxation Compound, was confused and asked, "What compound?"

Wu Xi couldn't help but reach out and slap the beret Jin Zhuoqun was wearing. "You really only care about food and no punishment! After two days of sailing with the wind, you're already cocky again. I thought your beret deserved a beating before we set out!"

Then, facing Weidong, he said with a bitter face: "What a psychological trauma you have caused this child. He always remembers to show off in front of you!"

Let Weidong remain calm: "Maybe I think I'm nagging. Usually, my kind of preachy nagging is called middle-aged greasy."

Wu Xi burst into laughter, and the people around him couldn't help laughing.

The main thing is that Jin Zhuoqun, this handsome old man from the north, must be in his thirties at least.

No matter how much Weidong pretends to be mature, he is still a young man of twenty years old.

He just said he was greasy in such an old-fashioned way.

Even though this word is not popular now, people can still imagine the image and feeling.

Wang Zhiwen also slapped his cheek silently, imitating Weidong's tone of making a cold joke with a fake smile.

As soon as I saw it, I was already in the drama-crazy stage.

Qin Yuye also chuckled.

Then the moving scent released should be the same burning smell that made Wei Dong curse.

Shen Cuiyue was practicing according to the instructions, but this girl was a natural talent. However, both of them were still in the unskilled and exploratory stage, and had difficulty in controlling themselves.

Wu Xi might have been shocked: "Is this... my sister-in-law?"

Weidong was laughing in his heart, thinking, "You probably don't know the legend of the Queen's underworld." But he kept a steady face and introduced, "Ms. Qin Yuye, Director of the mainland factory of Hong Kong Colorful Denim Clothing. Come, I'll also introduce these friends from Hong Kong, Lao Heng, Uncle Zhong, Uncle Qian... and this is Wu Xi from Pingjing."

Only the most insignificant ones are given titles.

Several HK friends also smiled and shook hands in a friendly manner, but did not respond to any greetings.

It's just professionals with very clear boundaries doing professional things.

Wu Xi didn't ask any more questions: "I came here just to talk to you, what's your idea?"

It is in this bustling and noisy simple airport hall.

Wei Dong thought for a moment before speaking. "Business is struggling. This is a reality, and industry is even more difficult. Jiangzhou is exploring reforms in both heavy and light industries, so you guys brought a total of seven manufacturing plants this time. I believe that within the next year, together with my factory, we will help improve the economic conditions of tens of thousands of people and make their lives better."

Wu Xi sounded like he was telling a crosstalk: "That's the truth."

Let Weidong make a joke: "My approach here is different from others. We try to reduce costs as much as possible, but pay higher wages. The goal is to generate high income, but high income does not necessarily bring a good life. I used to have a factory with a monthly salary of 500 or 600 yuan, and playing mahjong after work was popular. If we say that playing is prohibited, wouldn't it be too overbearing? Ordinary people still can't have some form of entertainment. But it's not right. Raising income is not to make you stay up late playing cards."

Wu Xi was a little amused: "It is also true that the spiritual and cultural level of the people needs to be improved."

Let Weidong laugh: "In the end, it was quite by chance that we bought 180 houses for the factory. If we don't make any money, we can sell them to everyone and get 2,000 yuan in cash. We can also deduct a few dozen yuan every month. Who will own the houses? The land belongs to the country, but as for the houses, guess what will happen?"

Wu Xi laughed out loud: "If you don't play cards regularly, you can buy it if you save money?"

Rang Weidong actually shook his head: "No, it was the ones who were the best at playing cards who paid all at once. Everyone was impressed by them. It seems that being good at playing cards can lead to success!"

Wu Xi felt like there was an egg in his mouth: "This, this..."

Weidong was just being servile: "Just kidding, most of them don't usually play cards, so after we moved, we painted slogans and started gambling. If the police caught us, we'd be fired. Now the standards for better new houses are listed, and the down payment is about 3,000 to 5,000 yuan, and the monthly payment is 200 yuan. Everyone is working hard to save money."

Wu Xi nodded slowly: "It's interesting. Can we go and see this room?"

Rang Weidong said, "Of course, but that's not all. We've renovated two apartments. They're beautifully decorated, and we've added some appliances. Our lives, which used to be made do with just a whitewash and a bed and a dining table, have become even more comfortable and beautiful. When people ask around, they find out it cost several thousand, but they'll last for years. That's even more exciting. You hardly ever see people playing cards in the factory anymore. So what's the most lacking right now?"

Wu Xi happily pondered: "Wife?"

This made Qin Yuye, who was listening to the crosstalk next to him, burst out laughing.

In fact, everyone was craning their necks to listen. Her radiant charm had caught the eyes of several people behind Jin Zhuoqun. Then Weidong finally revealed his punchline: "Excellent TV dramas and variety shows, enriching the cultural and entertainment activities of the people, is a long and arduous task."

Wu Xi made a face that said, "You're such a good storyteller!" and pointed at Wei Dong, causing him to shudder several times. "Well, that's good. Now the significance of filming this TV series becomes even more profound."

Rang Weidong even counted on his fingers: "What is the camera used for? Triumph film records the beauty of every day, which also enriches our cultural and entertainment life. Various electrical appliances, clothing, and food are all created to increase happiness. Working hard, living a happy life, feeling happy, and creating higher value for labor will enter a virtuous cycle. I hope that by next year, many cycles can be circulated in Jiangzhou. This is what we are doing now."

As he spoke, he hummed: "There are 365 sunrises in a year, I send you 365 blessings, and the clock turns 1,440 times every day..."

At this time, the airport lobby finally notified that flights to Yuezhou could begin to prepare for boarding.

Lao Heng and the others smiled and extended their hands to shake hands. "I believe that with Xiaodong's efforts, we will definitely see this happy and fulfilling scene. See you later!"

Wu Xi also shook hands: "Welcome to draw circles, welcome to draw circles more often in the future..."

After the Hong Kong businessman left, he unceremoniously locked Weidong's neck and led him out: "Tell me the truth, what is the biggest disadvantage? What bad consequences will there be?"

Qin Yuye waved and bowed goodbye, then turned around and wanted to follow, but found that the two men had started wrestling, so he cleverly looked for Yu Xiaoqiu: "Lei Hou, Lei Hei Artist?"

The beautiful girl was confused and bewildered.

Let’s just start writing.

Sure enough, a row of military vehicles and two army-green passenger cars emerged. Weidong pointed to a small red van not far away and said, "Disadvantages? Consequences? Too many! Are there any disadvantages to eating and drinking? Are there any consequences? Too many! You'll poop, get a stomach upset, get ether poisoning, and damage your liver. Are you going to stop eating just because you're afraid of choking?"

Wu Xi: "Are you still emotional?"

Rang Weidong chuckled, "Of course, someone as smart and intelligent as me could see the risks and would have stepped aside. But considering the 3 billion investment in a commercial real estate project, Jiangzhou City didn't hesitate to push me out as the scapegoat. Why don't you be the chairman? Selling sanitary napkins and cameras is enough for me."

Wu Xi nodded vigorously and shook his hips. "Yes, I understand. If you have any complaints, you can just be a free and easy member. You're being forced to take responsibility. If you have anything else, tell me."

Rang Weidong waved his hand: "There's nothing much to say. Real estate is Pandora's box. I can't say for sure what kind of monsters will be released, but it is indeed a big deal. I believe the government has the ability to control it and can watch the development of real estate at any time to correct the mistakes. Of course, capitalists want to make money, but at least in the early stages they can teach us how real estate is done. I don't make money in real estate, I'm just helping. If something happens, just don't get beheaded. It hurts."

Wu Xi patted the red minivan. "Is this an original from Japan? It looks different. Several ministries in Beijing have over a dozen original vehicles issued to them, and then manufacturers from all over the country stake out the cars on the streets. Once they find them, they beg their companies to borrow them and make knockoffs. I've heard there are seven or eight factories making this model."

Qin Yuye was not afraid and brought Yu Xiaoqiu with him.

Miss Pingjing was still more considerate and turned around to call Wang Zhiwen and Lao Jin.

Jin Zhuoqun didn't dare to get close.

He really found that Wu Xi didn't give him any face at all.

He asked Weidong to use the key to poke the door open. "This is a prototype assembled from original parts from the Jiang'an Machinery Factory. The four-wheel drive doesn't have any aftermarket parts warranty. I bought it as my own work car. So, do I stay at Lao Jin's compound or a hotel?"

Wu Xi waved his hand: "I'll go with you. They are responsible for their own filming. I just happened to be given this job to help them drag all their things over."

Weidong looked at the filming equipment on two or three trucks and was a little confused.

Jin Zhuoqun got in the car and gestured to follow the convoy. "It's right near the original site where the martyrs were executed. There's a military compound with a retirement home. They've converted a building into a TV drama production center. This will be my base for creative work in Jiangzhou from now on. I've shot two military documentaries and three commercials this past month, and I'm starting to get the hang of it."

Let Weidong care about the male lead: "Is your injury healed? Can you bear the fatigue of filming? Don't let filming leave you with any underlying health problems."

Wang Zhiwen opened his mouth with that pleasant, nasal, resonant voice. Jin Zhuoqun also has it, but it's obviously not on the same level: "Thank you Weidong. For more than a month, Yu Xiaoqiu has been helping me understand the script and write character biographies, trying to immerse myself in it. I will try my best to show the growth and aspirations of the martyrs. I am very moved."

Let Weidong just hum, hum, hum, and then tease Yu Xiaoqiu whether she has got any role.

Yu Xiaoqiu quickly said that she was mainly following the instructions and would do whatever Coach Jin arranged for her to do. Now her main focus was to take good care of the male lead. They were both freshmen, and it was all thanks to Coach Jin who got the letter of introduction to help them get leave.

Wu Xi crossed his arms, not knowing whether he was digesting the previous real estate crosstalk show, and basically kept silent.

But it is certainly easy to tell that Weidong has no personal relationship with Pingjing Girl or Hong Kong Girl.

Qin Yuye is actually not that smart, she is just smart and at ease. She leans on the seat behind the driver and listens to all the conversations with great interest.

It was probably totally unexpected that Weidong actually had a crew working on a TV series.

No wonder he had such a good idea of ​​moving the Miss ATV beauty pageant to Songcheng and producing a survival reality show at his own island resort.

Turns out you’re an expert!

(End of this chapter)