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Zhang Yang didn't care. He thought of something else: "Do you have any money on you?"

Most of Guo Fan’s net worth has been invested in "The Wandering Earth".

He invested 3.6 million RMB, and he can get 4 million RMB. But the box office revenue has not been settled yet. It will arrive in April.

"Yes." Guo Fan was a very cautious person. How could he not leave himself some way out? He even kept more than 500 million on him.

There are more than 3500 million red envelopes distributed at this celebration banquet, and he has to pay more than 400 million, which is no big deal.

After all, if he just waits for a month, he will have hundreds of millions more. If something unexpected happens during this month, he still has his senior brother to rely on.

"Then we will hold a celebration banquet on March 3th." Zhang Yang saw that Guo Fan had no problem with it and made a decision after pondering for a while.

Guo Fan nodded, and after discussing the matter, the two went home.

By the time Zhang Yang returned to the courtyard, it was already past two in the afternoon.
Before he entered the room, he stopped and said to his assistant, "Contact Manager Sun. Our studio will have a party at the hotel tonight. Please invite the people from Yifei Studio to come as well."

The assistant nodded with a bit of envy. The protagonist of tonight's party must be the guy with glasses. He won the Oscar for Best Editing and he also wanted to show off.

Zhang Yang walked into the yard alone. As soon as he entered, he saw Liu Yifei wearing her ancestral down jacket and holding a cat in her arms, not Dongdong.

She was watching her aunt taking care of something and saying a few words from time to time.

After Zhang Yang came in, he put the suitcase on the ground and pulled it around a few times. Liu Yifei immediately heard the noise and turned to look at Zhang Yang with a smile on her face: "You're back."

Zhang Yang nodded, dragged his suitcase over to her and her aunt, and looked at the purple wildflowers in the corner: "What's so good about wildflowers?"

Liu Yifei stroked the cat and snorted, "It's not a wild flower, it's a Chinese holly. Zhuge Liang used it as military rations back then."

Zhang Yang looked at Liu Yifei in surprise. You are so knowledgeable? That's too fake!

Looking at the aunt beside him, he probably learned something on the spot. He didn't dwell on these questions, but looked at the cat in her arms: "Dongdong has fallen out of favor?"

"What do you mean by falling out of favor? As the owner, I have to take comprehensive care of the emotions of all cats." Liu Yifei said confidently.

"According to what you said, we can get a new cat on our plane. It's boring to have things hanging all the time. Let them take turns staying on it."

"Forget it. It's its fate that it can go up there." Liu Yifei shook her head.

The two chatted for a while, and then Zhang Yang pulled his suitcase and walked towards the hall. He had something else to do this afternoon.

Liu Yifei also followed him into the hall. After they packed their luggage, she was attracted by the four little golden men.

"You got four again. Good, your skills haven't declined.
What else are you thinking about: Don’t miss your homeland when meeting old friends, but try the new tea with the new fire, and enjoy poetry and wine while you are young.

Don’t you also have a hard time returning home or realizing your ambitions?” Liu Yifei held the little golden man and shook it at Zhang Yang.

Her current knowledge of classical Chinese is already quite good, so she can understand this poem easily.

"You didn't get the point. Considering the situation at that time, what I want to emphasize is the transcendence in the poem that stands out from the world." Zhang Yang couldn't help but defend himself.

"Oh." How could Liu Yifei not hear it? She did it on purpose.

"Take out the awards for Best Editing and Best Cinematography and I will personally deliver them to Glasses and the others." The editing of "Oppenheimer" was certainly not done by Glasses alone. The entire post-production department contributed, but he was the core figure.

It was his mistake not to bring Glasses to the Oscars this time, so he planned to go there in person to comfort him.

Liu Yifei took a look and took out the golden statuettes for Best Editing and Photography: "Should we give them some rewards?"

"I plan to double the salary of the post-production department and the production department this month." The post-production department has more than 60 people, not including the glasses guy, and the average monthly salary is about 5 yuan. If we double their salary, it will be a reward of more than 300 million yuan. The glasses guy will be rewarded separately.

The production department is a little better, because the staff is always changing, and their average monthly salary is only more than 3 yuan. The bonus of more than 180 million yuan is enough.

Zhang Yang won the Best Photography Award, and the production department had contributed to this. As a master of keeping things balanced, he naturally would not forget it, and he even planned to give the little golden man to the production department.

"Come with me, and we will announce the good news to them together."

Liu Yifei thought about it and nodded in agreement, as she was feeling a bit bored at home during this period.

The two packed their suitcases and went to the studio immediately.

Beijing, Ocean Studio.

Currently, in the entire studio, only the entertainment management team and the private team have things to do, and everyone else is very idle.

When the assistant returned to the studio, someone in the post-production department discovered what had happened and immediately reported it to the man with glasses.

The guy with glasses was sitting at his workstation, playing with his pen absent-mindedly. To be more precise, he had seemed absent-minded since the Oscars ceremony.

It was a great honor to suddenly win the Oscar for Best Editing, but he also knew that his boss had contributed a lot to this honor.

I edited the films according to his ideas. If the boss was more diligent, he could have edited the films himself. Of course, it is impossible with his wealth.

"Boss, the assistant is back in the studio." An employee wearing glasses reported excitedly.

The pen in the glasses boy's hand stopped spinning, and he said calmly, "I know."

He knew his boss very well. After all, they had been together for so many years, and he would never treat him unfairly.

"I don't know when the boss will come to our department, that Oscar statuette..."

"I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" As the purest technical giant in the studio, Glasses Boy has always believed that he is aloof from the world, just like the poem his boss recited at the Oscars.

Their conversation was naturally heard by other employees in the post-production department, and they all congratulated the glasses boy.
Some employees even suggested to the man with glasses: "Boss, should we do something? It would not be good if the boss sees us just slacking off in the studio."

"The boss has a pair of sharp eyes. How could he not know what we are like in normal times? What's the point of cheating? Just do what you should do." The guy with glasses waved his hand and told them to return to their workstations.

"Well said, Yifei, he is the purest person in our studio."

Glasses and the others looked back and saw Zhang Yang, Liu Yifei and their bodyguards arriving at their department at some point. "Boss."

"The boss lady."

When the employees saw Zhang Yang and Liu Yifei, they all greeted them.

The two nodded, and Zhang Yang extended his hand to the bodyguard Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao handed an Oscar statuette to Zhang Yang.

After he took it, he walked to the boy with glasses and said with a smile: "Take it, this is your honor."

The guy with glasses is not pretentious. He indeed edited "Oppenheimer" frame by frame.

He looked at the little golden man in his hand for a few seconds before he said modestly to Zhang Yang, "Boss, I have been editing according to your instructions. There is no problem in nominating your name for this award."

"Zhang Yang won't take away the credit from you. He just moved his mouth. Just take it with peace of mind." Liu Yifei said to the boy with glasses with a smile.

"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss lady. However, I did not edit Oppenheimer alone. Other employees in our post-production department also participated in it to some extent.

I think the award should belong to our department, and I want to keep the trophy in the department office."

The employees in the post-production department were all overwhelmed with emotion when they heard their boss' words.
This is an Oscar statuette. Many people pursue it all their lives but cannot get it, but now the boss actually puts it in his office.

A smile appeared on Zhang Yang's face. The boy with glasses was quite courageous, worthy of being the first person to propose outsourcing.

"Okay, it's yours, you can put it wherever you want, but we've made it clear that you can't take it home after you put it in the studio. Do you want to reconsider this?"

Facing Zhang Yang's words, the boy with glasses shook his head without hesitation. He was prepared to work in the Ocean Studio for the rest of his life.

Zhang Yang saw his expression and turned to look at Liu Yifei beside him: "You make the announcement."

Liu Yifei nodded and clapped her hands: "To celebrate Oppenheimer winning the Best Editing Award, I will give double salary to all employees in your post-production department this month.

Give the man with glasses a red envelope reward of 50 yuan."

The employees in the post-production department were even more moved. It was an honor and a face for the studio to put a little golden man in their studio, and the bonus was included in it.

A little golden man gave them both face and money.

The employees naturally thanked Zhang Yang and Liu Yifei again.

The guy with glasses is no exception. 50 is almost half a year's salary for him.

Liu Yifei looked at the happy crowd and her mood became much better. She said loudly: "Everyone in the studio, let's go to the Ocean Mandarin Hotel tonight and celebrate."

They wanted to let the people from these two departments have a good time today. Fortunately, it was just after the New Year and the hotel business was not too busy, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome to arrange it on that day.

The employees in the post-production department couldn't bear it any longer and they started shouting loudly.

Zhang Yang and Liu Yifei looked at each other when they saw this scene. They felt that the more than 600 million yuan they spent today was not wasted.

The two ignored them and went to the production department.

The people in the production department had heard the noise from the post-production department a long time ago, so when they saw the boss and his wife coming over, they all greeted them with anticipation.

After all, judging by what was happening in the post-production department, the boss must have given a lot.

Zhang Yang exchanged a few pleasantries with them, took the Best Cinematography Award from bodyguard Xiao Zhao and said loudly: "Most of the credit for this award goes to you.
I don't need one or two at home, so I'll put it in your office and hope you'll keep working on it in the future."

The employees in the production department were immediately overjoyed, and then Liu Yifei announced the double salary and dinner in the evening, which made them cheer too.

After finishing the work in the studio, it was almost four o'clock when the two returned to the courtyard.

They had not talked in the hall for a while when Zhang Yang's cell phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that it belonged to Director Zhang.

"Why is the director calling me at this time? To congratulate me?" Zhang Yang thought as he answered the call.

"Zhang Yang, congratulations."

"Director, do we still have to be so polite to each other?" Zhang Yang looked very relaxed. They were old acquaintances.

"I will be polite to you? Congratulations to you are just a by-product.
Mainly, I want to inform you that on the first of next month, you and Yifei will come to the bureau to attend the National Film Work Symposium." Director Zhang spoke in a relaxed manner.

"National Film Work Symposium?" Zhang Yang repeated, a look of understanding appeared on his face, and then he agreed.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and then hung up the phone.

"I heard you. Think about it carefully at home in the next two days and decide what to say at the symposium." Zhang Yang reminded Liu Yifei while holding his cell phone.

"Should I still think about this kind of meeting? You should think about it carefully." Liu Yifei knew very well that she probably would not have the right to speak in this kind of meeting.

The two were chatting when Zhang Hongyi came home from school. He returned to the hall and saw his parents seemed very calm.
After saying hello, the little guy went straight to the study. He had to finish memorizing the fu as soon as possible before he could go out to play.

"Why is he so obedient now?" Zhang Yang was surprised when he saw his son's look.

"It's not good to be obedient!" Liu Yifei said as she remembered something.

"Let's go traveling sometime."

The last time the two of them went on a serious trip was in February last year, and it has been a year now.

(End of this chapter)