Actor: Thank you.

Snapped!
"Checkmate!" Zhang Yuan placed a chess piece on the character "checkmate".

"Wow, I was not careful..." Yuan Kuocheng muttered.

"It seems that those of us who are older still have to be wary of young people like you."

"You can't defend against that." Zhang Yuan smiled and arranged the chessboard.

“Tsk, you’re so disrespectful all day long…” Mr. Yuan smiled and leaned back in the chair.

In fact, the old man is proud of his energy.

Because I am of high seniority and old.

On weekdays, except for a few old friends of similar age, everyone else speaks to him in a very polite and respectful manner.

There are not many old friends left now.

There are no two people in life who can joke with each other.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about playing chess.

Not to mention the young ones, most middle-aged people have to give in to him when playing chess.

It would be meaningless to give up the game.

But this kid is different, who cares about you!
There is respect, but people eat and drink as they please, play and make noise as they please, without being so restrained.

When playing chess, I don't show mercy when I can win.

Mr. Yuan could see that this child’s spirit was different from others.

Especially today!
More powerful than usual!
I always feel like I'm about to rebel.

I hope they are not going to rebel against me... Yuan Kuocheng thought.

"I'm tired, take a break."

"Eat some donkey rolls and take a rest."

"You want to glue my teeth off?"

Pour another cup of water for the old man.

It's too late, so I stop drinking tea.

After chatting for a while, Liu Shishi took a shower, changed his clothes and went into the house.

Her house is an apartment building and there is no bathtub.

So I had a great time soaking in his big bathtub that can accommodate three or four people.

Now that she was clean, a layer of fine fuzz appeared on her hot, red cheeks, and from a distance her face looked like a dried persimmon covered with icing sugar.

Zhang Yuan wanted to take a bite just by looking at it.

"It's getting late." Mr. Yuan said.

"Okay, I'll take you home." He asked his assistant to call the driver to come over.

"Junior brother, your big bathtub is so comfortable."

“The hot water is also bigger than at home.”

"It makes my body numb when I hit it."

"As long as you like it."

This all cost a lot of money.

"Next time..." Zhang Yuan leaned close to her ear and said, "Shall we take a shower together?"

"Hehehe." She smiled and glanced at Mr. Yuan who had already got on the car.

He responded with a soft "ah".

I got a master and a beautiful girl who is sweet and soft. This deal is totally worth it.

After they took a car together and sent them all home, Zhang Yuan returned home with his eyes half closed.

"Wake up." After arriving at the small reception room.

Yang Siwei, who had been planning to report to her but never had the time, had already fallen asleep in his curled up area.

"Oh..." The man yawned and stood up.

If it were someone else, they would have left long ago, but this woman has a workaholic spirit of finishing today's work today, and she has waited until now.

After all, there are some documents and decisions for him to make.

She didn't want to delay, for fear that Zhang Yuan would run away again once he got busy and she wouldn't be able to catch him.

He briefly talked about the situation of his subordinates, including the work arrangements after the New Year.

She handled it well, so I didn't have to worry about it.

"By the way, boss." After talking for about an hour, the man sorted out the folders and asked, "Who is coming this afternoon?"

"Editor-in-chief of CCTV's HD channel."

"Oh!" Yang Siwei knew that he was a distinguished guest, but he didn't expect him to be so valuable.

"What is his purpose here?"

"Let me invest in "Home with Kids 3." Zhang Yuan was much calmer at this time than he had been in the afternoon.

"Home with Kids 3?" The fat woman was puzzled.

“Aren’t you not allowed to invest?”

"It's not CCTV that's not allowing it, it's the production and production of the first two series."

"To be precise, it's not about asking me to invest, but about asking me to start a new business."

"Aren't the producers and producers also from CCTV?" Yang Siwei remembered that Zhang Yuan had complained to him about this.

"This is where it gets interesting." Zhang Yuan sighed.

"To outsiders, they are all in the same gang."

“But the problem is, you have to look at it from a different perspective.”

"Don't worry, let me make a few calls and ask some questions." Zhang Yuan took out his cell phone and called two people.

First he called Ma Dong, the son of Master Ma Ji.

He works as a producer within CCTV and is familiar with the station's personnel structure.

"Happy New Year, Zhang Yuan, I haven't seen you for a few days."

When this person saw that he was calling, he was quite polite.

"Brother Ma, I have something I want to consult you about."

He asked about the editor-in-chief who came today's life and work experience, as well as his relationships within the station.

Ma Dong didn't know why he asked, but he still gave a cautious and general explanation.

After asking this question, Zhang Yuan called Zhao Benshan again.

Teacher Zhao is equally enthusiastic.

And Zhang Yuan also consulted him on some matters.

He is a frequent guest at the Spring Festival Gala and is also familiar with CCTV.

But it is different from Ma Dong’s familiarity which is more “official”.

Teacher Zhao comes from a gangster background, and he can see and know more about what’s going on behind the scenes through his eyes.

Especially since he has been cooperating with CCTV for a long time, and he knows a thing or two about so many people coming and going from the beginning to the end.

The channels for obtaining information cannot be one-sided, otherwise it is easy to make misjudgments.

"Okay, I understand."

Putting down his phone, Zhang Yuan confirmed his thoughts through the information provided by these two people.

"Boss, what's going on?" Yang Siwei's mind was confused.

"I'll give you some."

Zhang Yuan took out a piece of white paper and gestured.

At the same time, it is also a treat for yourself.

"While hinting at me to invest."

"The other side asked me to stay out of it before."

“These two are contradictory, right?”

"Yes."

"But this is only a superficial contradiction. We need to dig deeper."

"The contradictions in any matter are actually the contradictions in people!"

"There is no such thing as being completely objective and impartial in this world."

"Does the editor-in-chief have a conflict with the producer of 'Home with Kids'?" Yang Siwei replied.

"Your vision is too narrow, you need to look at the bigger picture!" Zhang Yuan made a gesture of the universe on his fingertips.

"Think about it, who is the person behind Home with Kids?"

"The person who is really behind the scenes is former CCTV boss Director Yang!"

"Who is that character?"

"How dare a small editor-in-chief confront such a big boss?"

"Slam the table, or even flip it over?"

Yang Siwei was stunned and did not agree with Zhang Yuan's words "small".

How can I be small? I am a big shot!
"So, he must be just an executor."

"And he came in a furtive manner, obviously not wanting anyone to know that he had contact with him."

"That means this matter is very sensitive."

“It’s definitely not as simple as the revenue from a play.”

"I just called Ma Dong and asked about the situation."

“This guy told me before that he lived in Wuhan.”

"But he didn't say that his hometown is Jiangsu."

"Guess who else in CCTV is from Jiangsu?"

Yang Siwei shook his head, not daring to draw a conclusion.

"The current station director is also from Jiangsu!"

"And there's another point. The current station director, like Mr. Li, the president of Shanghai SMG, is a top student who graduated from the Journalism Department of Fudan University." "They are alumni."

“You put that information together.”

"You can find that these people can actually form a network."

"So, boss, what you mean is..." Yang Siwei roughly understood.

Her heart was pounding and she was scared!
“So, actually, this is not about the movie.”

“It’s not the editor-in-chief’s business.”

"It's a matter between the old and new station directors!"

Zhang Yuan paused, took another sip of tea, and then continued speaking.

"I have asked Mr. Zhao Benshan about this."

"The former Director Yang has made great contributions."

"There have been a lot of reforms in Taiwan, and they are very bold reforms."

It was he who decided to add the 30-second advertisement after the news broadcast and before the weather forecast began.

At that time, the head of radio and television felt that something was wrong and called to inquire personally.

But in the end, the old director still insisted on doing it, thus bringing tens or even hundreds of millions of advertising revenue to the station every year.

There was also the Challenger explosion in 86. He made the decision on the spot to broadcast this news first at the beginning of the "News Broadcast" and reported it for a full 6 minutes!

According to the rules at the time, domestic news had to be broadcast first before foreign news.

It's easy for him to make mistakes by making such temporary adjustments.

But not only did they do it, nothing happened to them.

Everyone in the station knows that this person has some "power" not only in radio and television, but also in the higher-level Central Propaganda Department.

So from the host to the manager in the station, no one is dissatisfied when talking about this person.

Of course, many people dare not disobey.

But that’s the problem!

Zhang Yuan learned from Teacher Zhao that he is still very powerful in the office.

The problem is until now!
This person has been retired for seven or eight years!
Even though the person is gone, the influence remains.

Just like after Qianlong abdicated, Jiaqing no longer had the final say on all matters major or minor in the court. How did the new emperor feel?

But the problem is that Jiaqing is Qianlong's son.

You can't rebel against your father, can you?
The only way to rebel is to set up your own faction.

But the problem is, there is only one CCTV.

What kind of place is that? It is the mouthpiece of the whole country, and so many interests are involved in it.

The influence is there, and the students and old friends are there, so the position is all occupied.

The old will not go, and the new will not come.

How to do?
And the most troublesome thing is that you can't turn against them.

Otherwise how will other elderly people see you.

Therefore, the "new emperor" needs an opportunity to remind the other party that "you are old".

The people in Taiwan cannot take on this task because there are too many traitors and their involvement is too obvious and not decent.

When you reach a certain level, there are some things you can do but cannot say.

Even if they were fighting under the table and were bleeding, they still had to keep a smile on their face.

Coincidentally, the results of the crosstalk competition over there came out.

Not many people paid attention to this matter.

But anyone with a discerning eye soon discovered that there was a gap in the Ma family’s private plot.

How come a twenty-year-old suddenly appeared and managed to take on such a tough task?
You will find out if you check it out. This matter is not kept secret. There were hundreds of people who went there on the day of the apprenticeship ceremony.

I also found out from the station that Zhang Yuan once wanted to invest in "Home with Kids", but was "rejected".

The other party then became interested.

This kid dared to snatch food from the Ma family by holding a banquet to pay homage to his master. How cool!
He then got to know him better and found out that he was familiar with his younger schoolmates, so he asked Li Ruigang for information.

The response I got was roughly...

If you give him a regiment, he would dare to attack Ping'an County. If you give him a division, he would dare to attack Taiyuan!

Good, what’s missing is courage!

Just like Liu Lanfang invited him to join the Chinese Folk Art Association.

Seeing that he was powerful enough, he was not afraid of those seniors from aristocratic families at all.

So he wanted to use him to check and balance others.

Being a pawn is very dangerous!

If you cross the river and become a pawn, that would be great.

This "Home with Kids" is very small and inconspicuous.

But the stronger the BOSS, the harder it is to break its defense, and even its health bar cannot be exposed.

Because once your health bar is exposed, countless people will come forward to kill you.

Da da da da... Yang Siwei's teeth chattered after hearing his words.

Is this something we can get involved in?
It’s too scary!

If things go wrong, your soul and body will be destroyed, and your bones will be reduced to ashes!

She even wants to submit her resignation!
Otherwise I'll run away!
Although Sister Hua is domineering, it is much safer than here!
"Boss...please be careful." she said hurriedly.

"I know, it's dangerous."

"But risks and benefits are proportional." Zhang Yuan replied calmly.

“The greater the risk, the greater the reward.”

Yang Siwei thought, indeed.

If we can do it well, we will have a connection with CCTV, which will naturally be a huge benefit!
But the question is, do we have the physique to do this?

"Don't panic, I won't get carried away."

"After all, there are some old sayings that a gentleman should do something and should not do something."

"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall." Zhang Yuan lit a cigarette and relaxed.

Huh... Yang Siwei breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt relieved after hearing what her boss said.

Wouldn't it be better for us to just do actor management honestly? We can make a lot of money there.

Zhang Yuan took a few deep puffs and put out the cigarette.

"Fortunately, I have never been a gentleman!"

Yang Siwei:!!!
A few days later, in the CCTV building.

"He agreed?"

A middle-aged man with a kind face said with a smile.

"Yes."

"Haha, my junior is right."

"He is the only one who dares to do this, something that others dare not do."

"He is quite courageous, and a real character!"

"Do you know what he looked like when I went there again today?" the editor-in-chief said with a smile.

"What kind?"

"When he was talking to me, he was barefoot and had no shoes or socks on."

"Haha, it's quite interesting that those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes." The middle-aged leader also laughed.

“It shows that he has a very accurate understanding of his situation.”

"Just because you made a little money, you don't lose who you are."

"Yes, and I know that I am barefoot, not wearing shoes."

"Much better than those nouveau riche, with a clear mind and a sharp mind."

"Okay!" The middle-aged leader nodded with satisfaction.

"But he also put forward some conditions."

"Hey, don't be afraid. Proposing conditions is a good thing. Not proposing conditions is a problem."

After taking the paper, he looked at it.

After frowning slightly.

"Sure, it's no problem."

"We'll talk about the details when the time comes."

"Okay, I understand." The editor-in-chief nodded in agreement, put away the documents, and hurried out to the contract department to handle business.

At the same time, Zhang Yuan was not idle either.

Soon after, the courtyard became completely bustling.

That afternoon, a group of people arrived one after another.

For a moment, the courtyard was shining with stars, and each of them was a big shot.

They are all well-known figures in the entertainment industry.

The reason why Zhang Yuan gathered them all together today was very simple.

play cards!

When playing mahjong, a few old friends are naturally indispensable.

He hadn't seen Wang Fei for a long time, and he also called him over, as he had been busy taking care of his little daughter's affairs.

She is just addicted!

I hadn't been playing cards for most of the year, and when I heard that Zhang Yuan invited me, I almost rushed over overnight.

The queen is so anxious!
But playing cards is fake, and talking to them is the real deal... (End of this chapter)