Huayu: Starting from joining the mainstream entertainment industry in 96

Chapter 111, Section 110: A close neighbor is worse than a distant relative.

The Spring Festival of 1997, carrying with it the restlessness and hope that the market economy had penetrated to the bone, descended upon the land of China.

The Beijing Film Studio and the "Film Studio Alliance" that looms behind it seem to have become a microcosm of this turbulent era, and at the center of this landscape, a powerful magnetic effect is being released.

the other side.

Some of the "soldiers" sent by the "eighteen warlords" to work at the Beijing Film Studio have temporarily returned to their original ranks.

Seeing these fellow workers carrying large bags and small packages, wearing new clothes, and even having bought cell phones, the film studio employees who hadn't gone north to work were filled with regret.

At the dinner table, among neighbors, and during tea breaks, the conversation always revolves around the Beijing Film Studio, the young man named Wang Sheng, and the "Shengying Media" he built and the mysterious "alliance".

These messages were deliberately spread by the younger members or their parents, some to satisfy their need to show off, and others to bring more people into the 'Grand Leader's' ranks...

"Old Zhang's son works in sales at Shengying Media. I heard his year-end bonus is this much!" Someone mysteriously held up two fingers, drawing a chorus of exclamations of amazement.

"My wife's niece works as an editing assistant at the Beijing Film Studio. She works under that 'Master Ma' guy and earns 3,000 yuan a month! 3,000! Can you believe it?"

"I heard that after the New Year, the Beijing Film Studio is going to shoot over a hundred 'TV movies,' and they're really short-staffed! Lighting, cinematography, production assistants, makeup... they need everyone!"

Envy, jealousy, regret, and an anxious desire to seize the opportunity permeated countless families.

Those workers who were clinging to the dream of a secure job or had doubts about going out to work saw their former colleagues, who had struggled as much as they had, and their children, who had grown up around them, now carrying thick wads of cash and exuding confidence in the future. Their psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"Why not apply to the factory and try working at the Beijing Film Studio for a while?" This idea sprouted in many people's minds like a spring bud.

How do I apply? Who should I contact?

"Simple! Just ask those who have already been there! I heard that as long as the original factory agrees to the secondment, the Beijing Film Studio will accept them, sign a labor contract, and pay wages monthly without delay! It's much better than just sitting around at the factory doing nothing!"

……

Here.

Night falls.

New Year's Eve.

At Wang Sheng's home in the Beijing Film Studio residential area, a lively and warm scene unfolded.

The small room was packed full.

Wang Baoguo and Zhang Xiulan, along with Chen Liang's parents, were brought over, and Han Sanping also came with his daughter Han Jianu.

Old Han and his wife were getting a divorce. His hometown was in Sichuan Province. When he was first transferred to the Beijing Film Studio a couple of years ago, he was unfamiliar with the place and had to deal with various conflicts in the studio. He didn't dare to open up to his colleagues and employees. In addition, he was busy with work, so he and his daughter often spent the Spring Festival alone.

This year, Wang Sheng made a special invitation, and Lao Han accepted after a slight refusal, as he was happy to let his daughter experience the warmth of such a large family.

The New Year's Eve dinner was extremely lavish, with the table filled with the fruits of Zhang Xiulan and Chen's afternoon's work.

Han Sanping, Wang Baoguo, and Chen's father clinked glasses and chatted about old stories from the factory and future plans; Chen's mother chatted with Zhang Xiulan, marveling at her children's success; Han Jianu became the group's darling, sweetly saying auspicious words that made everyone smile.

The part that made Han Jianu happiest was giving out red envelopes.

Wang Baoguo, Zhang Xiulan, and Chen Liang's parents all gave her lucky money with smiles on their faces. Each red envelope was about fifty yuan thick.

The little girl's eyes sparkled as she took the red envelope. Without even looking at it, she quickly stuffed it into her cotton-padded jacket pocket, pressing it with her little hand as if she were a little miser, determined not to let her father, Han Sanping, handle it.

Watching from the side, Wang Sheng couldn't help but smile. This possessive little gesture instantly reminded him of a few months ago at a dinner party in Lucheng, when Boss Chen generously donated one million to sponsor the Beijing Film Studio, and Han Sanping's subconscious calculation of profits, his sharp eyes, and his fear of others taking a share of the pie.

They really are father and daughter; their "treasure-guarding" eyes and actions are exactly the same.

Han Sanping noticed Wang Sheng's smile, glared at him, but couldn't help but laugh himself. He reached out to pat his daughter's head, but Han Jianu cleverly dodged, causing everyone at the table to burst into laughter.

At 8 p.m., the 1997 Spring Festival Gala started on time.

When the program reached its midpoint and the host announced, "The song is 'Chinese People,' performed by the China Broadcasting Art Troupe Choir," the whole family fell silent, their eyes glancing intentionally or unintentionally at Wang Sheng.

As the majestic and stirring prelude began, the grand and majestic chorus echoed in the small room:

"Five thousand years of wind and rain, how many dreams have they held..."

Han Sanping listened intently, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees. When the song ended, he let out a long sigh of relief and exclaimed sincerely, "Great! This song is truly excellent! Grand and inspiring! Shengzi, you deserve a lot of credit!"

Wang Sheng smiled modestly: "It's because the teachers sang well, and it resonated with the pulse of the times."

……

After the lively New Year's Eve vigil.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Sheng called the head of the factory's security department.

"Section Chief Xu, Happy New Year. I need to trouble you with something. Please arrange for people to patrol the areas where film studio employees gather during the Spring Festival and strictly prohibit gambling."

Once discovered, there will be no leniency; the name and employer will be recorded immediately, and the matter will be reported to the factory office. We will notify the original employer and add the individual to the alliance's blacklist, ensuring they will never be employed again.

Wang Sheng spoke calmly, but his words carried an undeniable determination.

During the team's expansion phase, discipline is the lifeline.

In particular, gambling, once it spreads, not only corrupts social morals but may also lead to debt disputes or even more serious problems. It must be nipped in the bud from the very beginning.

Section Chief Xu repeatedly agreed on the other end of the phone: "Don't worry, Mr. Wang, we will definitely strengthen our patrols and follow your instructions!"

On the morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Sheng drove the Santana he borrowed from the factory and first accompanied his parents to his grandfather's house.

In the afternoon, I went to my maternal grandfather's house again.

The two elderly people lived in an old hutong in Beijing, and their living conditions were ordinary.

Wang Sheng gave each of the elderly people a thick red envelope containing 1,000 yuan.

The old man declined, but Wang Sheng said, "My grandson can earn money now. This is just a small token of my appreciation. Please buy him some good food and a new outfit."

The old man clutched the red envelope, his eyes welling up with tears, repeatedly saying, "Sheng'er has made something of himself, even better than his father!"

Wang Baoguo: Don't you care about my feelings at all?

After visiting these two close relatives, Wang Sheng did not arrange any other New Year's greetings.

He didn't want to deal with those distant relatives he rarely interacted with, and he also didn't want to put his parents in a difficult position.

Wang Baoguo and Zhang Xiulan completely agreed with this. Zhang Xiulan even said, "Instead of wasting time, you might as well rest at home or go to the factory. A close neighbor is worse than a distant relative. Our neighbors at the Beijing Film Studio are much more reliable than those relatives you only see once a year."

(End of this chapter)