Actor: Thank you.

Wow, wow, wow...

In the quiet little reception room, apart from the breathing sounds of Zhang Yuan and Lin Cong, the host and guest, there was only the rustling sound of flipping papers.

Ever since Zhang Yuan told the female director that he was planning to start a new project with the original crew of "Home with Kids", she has been extremely panicked.

I'm here to film, not to risk my life!
But Zhang Yuan asked her to calm down first, finish reading the document, and then continue the conversation.

So, she began to flip through the pages with suspicion.

"Is this... a contract?"

She looked at it for a long time and confirmed it again and again before she understood.

This is not only a contract, but also an empty contract.

There is no project content.

But it has already been signed!

China Central Television, Channel 8.

It is commonly known as CCTV-8, the CCTV TV drama channel.

"Yes, it's a TV drama contract." Zhang Yuan raised his finger and said.

"The empty space, which is the name of the play, is up to you to decide."

Lin Cong was a little stunned.

There isn’t even a title… No, it’s not about not having a title.

The entire project has not been approved.

It hasn't even reached the stage of project establishment.

My team and I didn't agree.

It is equivalent to an engineering project, but there is no land, no bidding documents, and no drawings.

But someone has already wanted to buy it.

This is not a castle in the air, it is a hiccup, a little air coming out of your mouth and you dare to betray it.

"Are you...reliable?"

Lin Cong thought, Zhang Yuan wouldn't forge a contract just to get me to go up the mountain.

There are too many such things in the circle.

Some people cheat on both sides.

On the one hand, he told the coal boss that he wanted to find a famous director and famous actors to act in the play. The script was ready, but he lacked money.

At the same time, I told the director and actors that the money had been paid and all that was left was for them to come. Once they arrived, the pay would be credited to their accounts.

After gathering the money and people, go to the TV stations to sell the film in advance.

And then... of course, run away with the money!

Are they really filming it?

There are more than one or two people around me who have been deceived.

There were even actresses who slept with all the men just to get a role, and ended up with nothing in the end.

But Lin Cong felt that, although Zhang Yuan was a rather wild person, he wouldn't go so far as to forge a contract with CCTV, right?
After all, other TV stations that want to deceive people will choose small local TV stations, but using CCTV to deceive people is too deceptive.

In fact, Lin Cong fell into a misunderstanding.

The bigger the scam, the more deceptive it is.

Because it is so large, it is difficult for ordinary people to study the details.

Just like when a chef makes scrambled eggs with tomatoes, anyone can comment on it.

But when it comes to making Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, ordinary people can only shout 666 and have no idea what it means.

Lin Cong was thinking and pondering.

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything and let her think about it.

Don't be impatient at this time.

This is a big issue at this time and requires careful consideration.

"Well, I don't know how you got the contract."

"I don't know all your connections."

"I'll assume this contract is correct." He said it very tactfully.

But Zhang Yuan knew that her next word would definitely be "but".

"But." Lin Cong frowned and looked serious.

"No matter how powerful the person you can find is,

“No matter how capable he is, the old leader is behind this film.”

"Although he has retired, he basically doesn't care about the crew's affairs."

"But as long as his people are keeping an eye on this show, if you want to start a new one..." Lin Cong shook his head repeatedly.

"I just think you really have an idea."

"Even if you've already got the contract, I'll still go with you to shoot."

"Once the film is out and it's time to air, nine times out of ten someone will trip it up."

"It's useless even if we shoot it."

"This contract..." She tapped the document that had been placed on the coffee table with her fingers: "That's also a waste of time!"

"I'm telling you the truth."

"You might have been deceived!"

"Even if there is a contract, what if they don't recognize it at that time?"

Lin Cong was very excited.

Who did she think Zhang Yuan could find to handle this matter?

As a young man with no strong background, he could at most find someone at the level of the editor-in-chief of CCTV programs.

That's already very big.

But in front of the old leader, he is still a small figure, a small trickster.

But Zhang Yuan was not in a hurry to refute her.

Instead, he waited until she had finished speaking, rested, and was drinking tea to soothe her throat before speaking.

"I understand your concerns."

"But don't worry."

"When you looked at the contract just now, you probably didn't read it clearly."

"I missed something."

"Missed it?" Lin Cong picked up the contract again and flipped through it carefully.

She wondered if the money given was particularly large.

Or a particularly good payment method?

She looked again.

No?
There is no price for the film and payment agreement, everything is blank.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't turn the pages backwards, first page, at the top." Zhang Yuan pointed with a smile.

"The top..." Lin Cong looked in the direction his finger pointed, and then he was stunned.

Within a few seconds, an expression that was difficult to describe appeared.

It's not just shock, nor is it just pupil tremors.

Rather, it was as if I saw something indescribable and ineffable.

Because she saw something that went against common sense and was beyond her ability to understand.

This thing is not complicated, it's just a string of numbers.

It is unfamiliar to outsiders, just like seeing a barcode.

Although Lin Cong is not too old, he has been in the film and television industry for more than ten years.

She recognized the number at a glance.

TV series version number.

A more professional term is "domestic TV drama approval number".

If a TV series wants to be online, it needs several things.

Registration number, approval number, distribution license number, and if it is broadcast online, it must also have an online broadcast number.

This is the number and a bunch of licenses.

The country opened up TV drama production to private enterprises many years ago. The only hard requirement was that the company could not have foreign investment, for fear that foreign forces would smuggle in private goods, influence audio-visual effects, and manipulate public opinion.

It is open to the public, but how many companies are truly qualified to shoot and produce films?
Not to mention the qualifications for distribution and production.

These are the premises for a TV series to be broadcast.

Lin Congdu is familiar with this process.

But what she didn't understand was.

Why has a TV series that is not even worth a fart already been issued an approval number?

There is not a single hair on it, what are you examining?
This is equivalent to not having a wife but having the child’s birth certificate already issued.

Is this reasonable?

This is not just one step, this is several steps.

"This number... you didn't write it yourself with a fountain pen, did you?"

Zhang Yuan:!!!
You can insult my personality, but you can't insult my intelligence.

Would I do such a stupid thing in front of a professional like you?
You're still rubbing it with your fingers!
Are you planning to rub off the ink or something?
Everyone in Lin Cong was dumbfounded!

What is this? I've never seen this before.

how can that be possible?
There are people who can do such a thing...Yes!

Lin Cong suddenly reacted.

The director couldn't do it.

The editor can't do it.

Planning can't do it either.

But there is one person who can do it.

"Is this... for you?"

She guessed who was behind this incident.

Zhang Yuan didn't answer, but just nodded slightly.

Within five seconds, several drops of cold sweat appeared on Lin Cong's forehead.

Oh my god.

What has this kid gotten himself into?

She already understood that the person behind was no ordinary person.

Because the Central Television Station is different from other television stations.

Not only is he in charge of the station, he is also a senior member of the radio and television.

Normally, the review teams of TV stations and film and television companies are managed by these people.

There is a famous ironic joke about WTT, the World Table Tennis Professionals. When WTT had problems, Liu Guoliang, chairman of the WTT Council, informed Liu Guoliang, chairman of the WTT Board of Directors, and then reported it to Liu Guoliang, chairman of the Chinese Table Tennis Association.

Then it was presented to Liu Guoliang, President of the International Table Tennis Federation.

That's what happened.

This is also one of the things Zhang Yuan wants.

Film purchase contract and approval number.

He also needs the other party to show "sincerity".

If I had to defend the border and kill the enemy with no one to support me in the court, my military line would collapse immediately once the supply was cut off.

Not only that, if they send me twelve golden medals to summon me back to the court, I will be dead for sure.

"Director Lin." Zhang Yuan said earnestly, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk."

"We have to look ahead when we do things, right?"

Lin Cong knew that the sunset Zhang Yuan mentioned was the old leader, and the one in front was the new leader.

Knowing that she was still hesitating, Zhang Yuan threw out the simplest bait.

"I plan to give it to the basic staff of the crew."

"For people like cameramen, sound engineers, and props, the salary will increase by 50%."

"Main actors, such as Teacher Gao, Teacher Song and the three children, received a 300% salary increase."

"The same applies to the chief screenwriter and chief producer."

"And you, we have been friends for many years, I have to take care of you."

"The house I recommended to you before is not bad, right?" Zhang Yuan mentioned the mortgaged house he helped Zhao Decai sell when they were playing cards last time.

"Haha, yes, thanks to you, it has increased a lot." Lin Cong laughed embarrassedly.

"It's rising sharply now, so I should buy more, don't you think?"

"That... is it."

"So, I'm going to give you a 500% salary increase!"

"If you buy a few more sets, the price will go up a bit more!"

As the saying goes: Wine makes people popular, and money moves people's hearts!
The wine is white, and after drinking it, people's faces turn red.

Silver is cold, but when you hold it in your hands, your heart feels warm!

No matter how powerful or promising you are, without money, it’s all bullshit and bullying.

When Lin Cong heard that the amount could increase fivefold, his heart immediately beat rapidly.

Her pay for the first and second films was 80 yuan, or 8000 yuan per episode.

If it increases fivefold, that’s 400 million!
She gritted her teeth when she thought of this number.

Absolutely the highest salary in the industry!
Zhang Yuan knew very well that this play was no longer about money.

So whatever amount of money you have to spend.

He gave Lin Cong the biggest salary increase because she was the hardest to poach.

In the previous crew, the screenwriter and producer all wanted to leave, but she was the only one who held on and didn't leave.

At the same time, if we can deal with her, then we can expand to the whole, and she can deal with other people as well, which will definitely be twice the result with half the effort.

It seems to cost money, but it actually saves money and trouble.

"Please consider it carefully, but time is limited."

“Sometimes, the big decisions in life happen in just a moment.”

"It's over, it's too late to regret it."

"Yes, let me think about it." Director Lin nodded slowly.

"Then let's go out and play cards." Zhang Yuan led her out the door.

"Why does it take so long?" Xu Fan complained again.

"The table is set, but I can't wait any longer."

"What are you discussing?"

"Look how anxious your sister Fei is."

Zhang Yuan took a closer look and saw cigarette butts all over the floor under Wang Fei's feet.

He is even better at smoking than Brother Qian.

"Here I am, here I am catching up with Director Lin." Zhang Yuan covered it up casually.

The sound of cards rang out again.

It’s no wonder that people with a strong addiction to food can really endure it!

Hu Jun, Zhang Li and others all ran away.

Baoqiang, Huang Bo, Deng Chao and the others all lay down after staying up late and went to the guest room to rest.

Your sister Fei is still staring with her eyes wide open, wanting to see all of them.

"Lin, why are you so absent-minded?" Xu Fan asked with one eye open.

This guy is quite capable, he alternates between resting his left and right eyes.

"Director Lin must be tired." Zhang Yuan said immediately.

He knew that Xu Fan was just asking clichés.

Why are all these old ladies so gossipy?

It’s not fun to talk about this!

If you succeed, you can talk about it. But if it’s leaked when you fail, it’s definitely over.

Zhang Yuan gave Lin Cong a look.

Director Lin is also a veteran. He narrowed his eyes and nodded, indicating that she understood the seriousness of the matter.

"Sister Fei, aren't you going back to see the kids?"

"Aren't you hungry, little girl?" Zhang Yuan asked, hinting at the same time if he could let us go.

"You don't need me to feed you. There are aunt and wet nurse."

Rich people are different. They just give birth and leave the raising of the children to others. It’s very easy.

Some don’t even have to give birth themselves.

"Do you want the contact numbers of the wet nurse and confinement nanny? I can give them to you."

"What am I going to do with the stuff?"

"What if you evacuate too late one day and someone dies?"

Zhang Yuan:!!!
Lao Wang is a very honest person. Not only is he knowledgeable, but he also speaks his mind.

"Heh." Xu Fan chuckled, obviously she knew it too.

Zhang Yuan felt that he was still too young and didn’t understand how to play.

Seeing that Wang Fei was careless and talked nonsense without caring about anything, he deliberately led the topic to her to help Lin Cong distract his attention.

Good guy, it’s okay if we don’t talk.

As soon as we started chatting, everyone who was lying down and sleeping with their eyes closed woke up.

Everyone's eyes were as big as bells as they listened to Lao Wang bragging.

It turns out that everyone is gossipy.

The fighting lasted until dawn, and the people in the yard, even Li Yapeng, shivered a few times and knew what was going on.

"Ha..." Wang Fei stretched lazily.

"Can I borrow your bathroom? I want to take a bath and refresh myself before continuing."

"Aren't you going home to see your daughter?"

"Oh..." Lao Wang rubbed his eyes: "By the way, I have to go home to take care of my daughter."

After sending the Forgotten Queen to the car, he said hello to all the guests one by one and sent them off.

Zhang Yuan looked at the messy yard, found a recliner to rest and relax.

"Get up."

At this moment, a female voice appeared in his ear.

"Well, you haven't rested yet?"

The good sister came to his side, her eyes were bloodshot, obviously she had also stayed up all night.

"How can I rest while the guests are still here?"

She positioned herself as a master.

"Okay then, let's go and rest together." Zhang Yuan stood up and hugged her, and his hand on her waist became restless.

"I'm not in the mood." Cheng Hao slapped his paw away, which was rare: "I have something to ask you."

"Give me an honest answer."

"What's wrong?" Seeing her serious expression, Zhang Yuan said seriously.

"Have you done anything dangerous again?" Cheng Hao's face was full of worry.

"No."

"I've asked Yang Siwei." The good sister pointed at his nose and said.

"Yang Siwei, come here!" Zhang Yuan shouted.

No one responded.

The fat woman had already been teased.

It would be fine if it was someone else, but she didn't dare not answer Cheng Hao's question.

If I offend someone, I won’t be able to bear it if my boss whispers in my ear.

This person then told everyone who Zhang Yuan had met recently.

And then he ran away.

You two should check the accounts between yourselves. I am leaving now...

"Only Dandan is like a piece of wood, not uttering a word." Cheng Hao said again.

Although he was complaining, he obviously appreciated his assistant's tight-lipped attitude.

"Hey, I was afraid you would worry, so I deliberately didn't let them tell you." Zhang Yuan sighed.

"Come, let me show you something."

He was led to a small study in the corner of the yard, where there was a metal safe.

Zhang Yuan changed the password in front of Cheng Hao.

Seeing that no one was on guard against her, the good sister sent her away with a smile on her face.

"This is it."

Zhang Yuan took out a document from the safe.

But it wasn’t the one for Lin Cong to see.

Cheng Hao took it in his hands and looked at it carefully.

Then her eyes widened and moved back and forth between him and the file.

"This is real?"

Just like Lin Cong last night, she couldn't believe it.

Because the thing in front of her is called "Broadcasting and Television Program Production and Operation Permit". (End of this chapter)