My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 395 Don't be an idiot

Actually, this person was already very careful, or rather, very skilled at it.

They didn't hand over a business card, and didn't provide their name or contact information.

Even the company he proposed to cooperate with could be an empty shell with no trace.

In any case, if you don't submit to this so-called cooperation, don't expect to do business peacefully.

Ram stood meekly by the door, even bending down to open it for him.

But he silently made a gesture to his younger sister outside.

Zhuoma then gestured to Mao'er, who was squatting in front of the artificial rock in the courtyard.

Mao threw the towel in his hand over the wall.

The stone that had been squatting under the shade of the tree across the street disappeared without a trace and hasn't returned for two or three days.

Sure enough, all the inventory in the warehouses was seized.

They are not allowed to sell or move anything; if asked, they are told to wait for the inspection results.

As for how long the inspection will take, that's all handled with a serious, official attitude.

The college students and sales team, who had never seen anything like it before, were stunned. When they complained to the relevant departments, they were met with expert relaying of their complaints.

The sales staff all reported the news back.

In addition to the warehouse on the Bund where the electronic component factory is located, all the goods were seized. Cargo ships that had sailed down from Jiangzhou and docked at the port were also ordered to be seized before they even unloaded their cargo. It's like the whole ship was being detained.

Then, the jeans and beef that should have been exported and declared were, of course, seized.

Old Zhang was so anxious that he ran to the dock first, then to customs and border inspection, and his mouth was covered in blisters and sore.

Wei Dong calmly replied, "I just asked you to go take a look and take a picture, don't get so emotional..."

Old Zhang's voice was hoarse: "You...you can report this to the Fifth Ministry of Machinery Industry. We...we are being bullied. Someone is targeting us!"

Wei Dong smiled and said, "Asking someone to solve your problem always comes at a price. Even if the government takes your side, you end up as a quail under their protection. They can protect you if they want, and manipulate you if they want. It's even worse than that."

Old Zhang gritted his teeth: "What can we do? The children are watching!"

Wei Dong chuckled, "That's great! Let everyone experience the harsh realities of society. Don't think that the boss has to suffer all the time, and don't think that being a boss is all that fun. Reality is never smooth sailing; just listen to the storm..."

Old Zhang almost knelt down in submission, jogging behind him, desperately trying to learn to relax and face things this way.

But it's really hard to do.

When they arrived at the courtyard gate, they found a large group of people in black T-shirts gathered, pulling and arguing.

Upon seeing Rang Weidong approaching with the basketball, they immediately fell silent and stared intently.

The branch manager, a Shanghai native sent from Beijing, pushed up his glasses and complained: "They're going to put up banners and complain in the streets... I told them to trust that the boss has a way!"

Those from Pingjing's group at least witnessed Wei Dong accompanying many bigwigs to conduct research at sanitary napkin factories before and after last year's economic conference.

Moreover, it was able to operate a sanitary napkin factory so steadily in Beijing, and even expand to the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives, with the support of media outlets like the Sunshine Daily.

Being located near the capital city gives one a strong sense of security.

But the university students in Shanghai were clearly getting impatient.

Or to put it another way, they were too young and naive: "Boss! I don't believe we can't sue these departments!"

"Why sue? They are enforcing the law impartially, and there are no loopholes."

"They did it on purpose! They just arrived yesterday and seized everything today. The sanitary napkins all came off the sterilization production line; they didn't even take any samples for testing, they didn't even bother to pack them up!"

"Great, taking the sample would be considered a loss, wouldn't it? Losing even a sanitary napkin for such trash is a waste, understand? When faced with trash, you can't turn yourself into trash and wallow in the latrine, or you'll lose."

"Yes, I'm talking about you guys. Why would anyone do this? It's to force you to beg them, to beg them so they can control you. No matter who's instigating, instigating, or reporting you, it all seems like a calculated scheme. I can't handle your style of acting impulsively and recklessly. Anyone who tries to cause trouble should just quit the company. I don't work with people who are ignorant of the law or idiots..."

The college students, who were initially yelling in anger, gradually quieted down.

Only a few were probably genuinely irritable, but dared not defy their boss, so they could only silently vent their emotions by pounding their chests, making faces, and so on.

Just as Wei Dong was about to go back to take a shower, he saw a figure come out of the yard. It was Wang Zhiwen, who was as thin as a bamboo pole: "I heard the boss's voice, so I'm here to report for duty. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Wei Dong was puzzled: "Aren't you in Beijing? You haven't even finished your first year of university and haven't had summer vacation yet, have you?"

Wang Zhiwen also wore a black X-branded T-shirt: "I had surgery last June, and the hospital asked me to come back to remove the steel plate for a follow-up examination. I just got off the train this morning and learned from a classmate that you are in Shanghai. I had to come and report for duty. I hope I can do my part. I am familiar with the terrain of Shanghai. I can also deliver letters back to Beijing without any problem."

He had even more contact with people, from Jin Zhuoqun's film crew coming and going from the retirement home, to Yu Xiaoqiu and her aunt giving him a more comprehensive understanding of Wei Dong, and then going to Jiangzhou and Shangzhou to film, where he personally witnessed a bunch of experts and film crews living in riverside buildings. There were also guys like Wu Xi, whose background was obviously impressive.

So he wasn't so anxious, and just looked at his boss with confidence.

People are different. Just like most people are more tolerant of a beautiful woman, even if she acts a little strange.

Wei Dong then asked, "So what do you think about this?"

Of course, Wang Zhiwen wouldn't joke about just standing there and watching. He just frowned seriously and said, "If the lines in the play really moved me, I'm really disappointed now. It's like I've been doused with cold water. So many people sacrificed themselves for this, and this is the result?"

Let Wei Dong watch him quietly.

Other college students also quietly gathered around, and many people followed from the office courtyard, all looking at Wei Dong with expectant and trusting eyes.

Zhuoma quickly peeked out and disappeared, and then Lamu silently came out with a wet towel.

They didn't care about the conflicts; their eyes were only on the affairs of their master.

Rang Weidong, who is over sixty years old, really doesn't know how to reason with Lao Zhang. If someone is still so naive at forty or fifty, then that's his own problem.

But when facing young people, Wei Dong felt differently.

Because this age is a critical stage where one's mindset is most affected, some young people have emotions like violence, gloom, and irritability on their faces, which makes one feel very uncomfortable.

Wang Zhiwen also felt uncomfortable: "Now I even don't want to study acting anymore. I want to enter society and work with you as soon as possible. I used to think that acting was an art, and it was a profession that I really liked and loved. Now I inexplicably feel that it is hypocritical and pale. All they shout are those slogans all day long. I feel disgusted. I find all the scenes I acted in funny..."

Wei Dong unexpectedly stepped forward and gave him a push: "Hey! Your mindset is wrong. Don't keep getting stuck on things and always think the worst. Then you'll naturally think that all crows in the world are black."

That kind of negative emotion is spreading.

It takes a physical slap on the shoulder to stop them.

Wang Zhiwen's acting talent goes without saying. His voice, which sounds very pleasant and has a rhythmic resonance, is extremely infectious.

He easily released and spread his somewhat gloomy emotions, drawing those around him in without them even realizing it!
This leads to frustration and dissatisfaction.

Startled by the sudden interruption, Wang Zhiwen looked up at Rang Weidong. In just a few seconds, he seemed to be swayed by Rang Weidong's firm gaze. He smiled sheepishly and said, "Yes, the boss is right. I couldn't get out of character for a long time after filming. Director Jin told me that it was being suppressed and couldn't be broadcast, and that I had to pull strings. I was quite disappointed. How did it turn out like this... hehehe."

I was just saying a few random things, and before I knew it, I was starting to get a bit extreme.

But this time, she kept looking into Wei Dong's eyes to let him speak. As soon as negative emotions started to rise, she adjusted her gaze and forcefully suppressed them.

Having experienced at least ten years of grief and gloom, Rang Weidong is a true expert in this area, even though he knows nothing about psychology.

He reached out and patted Wang Zhiwen on the shoulder: "Your body is yours, and so are your emotions. If you can't even control yourself, how can you say you're your own master? Since everyone's here, we need to explain the ins and outs of this company matter clearly. It's very complicated, and we can use Wang's case as an example..."

Even Lao Zhang couldn't help but squeeze closer and listen attentively.

"Isn't the process of making a TV series this complicated, from conception, scriptwriting, fundraising, casting, assembling the crew, filming, post-production editing, to its final release?"

Wang Zhiwen nodded: "Pretty much. TV series are usually broadcast, while movies are released."

Wei Dong was told not to get hung up on the wording: "The bigger the project, the less likely it is to be accomplished by a single person. If you are doing research or academic work, you can focus on your studies without worrying about the world. But to complete a TV series, create a product, build a brand, or handle a large-scale trade, you need comprehensive abilities that cover a wide range of things. A simple, innocent person cannot do it. A single-celled organism that thinks too simply cannot survive in this situation."

As he said this, he pointed to the few guys who had been the most agitated earlier, and now they had all calmed down and were looking at him.

Wei Dong then gave a demonstration: "Xiao Wang, what would you think if I told you that Lao Jin told you he was being pressured to pull strings to get the broadcast done?"

Wang Zhiwen's expression changed drastically: "How could that be?! That's his hard work, why wouldn't he want it broadcast? It's definitely been suppressed..."

Wei Dong was willing to let Lao Jin serve as a stepping stone for these young people: "His motives for making this revolutionary martyrs drama were impure. I've said it before, there are thousands of martyrs in the world, why did he have to choose this one? You can mock him and despise him, but from another perspective, why not make this drama well? Because obviously this drama is easier to promote and easier to be released, allowing more people to see how the martyrs got to where we are today. That's why I recommended you to act in this drama, hoping that you can play this martyr well, so that this drama is not a perfunctory flattery, but that the birth of this drama becomes meaningful. This is how we can choose the right and bright direction to strive for when we face the cruel reality."

With about a hundred people surrounding Wei Dong, it was extremely quiet.

Some people wanted to applaud, but felt it might be a bit like flattery, so they had to keep it to themselves.

Anyway, it's written all over their faces.

Wang Zhiwen's squinty eyes suddenly became bright and clear, and he involuntarily straightened his chest.

Let Wei Dong not be a swindler: "Old Jin is talented; he can write good scripts and make good films. But talent and character are not the same thing. For example, the saying 'one's handwriting reflects one's character' or 'one's writing reflects one's character' is nonsense. You people with more experience know that it's all bullshit. He makes films just to make money, and he can't wait to take them around and solicit sponsorships. Of course, the families of martyrs would try to stop him. This is a slap in the face!"

The crowd erupted in uproar, their previous emotions turning into utter "Wow!" from the onlookers. "Gossip is so interesting! There's such a thing? Do you have any melon seeds or peanuts? A bottle of soda would be perfect!"

But Wei Dong's point wasn't about gossip: "When the information you receive is all fake, intentionally or unintentionally distorted, or even deliberately manipulated, and you get emotionally charged, don't you become a fool who is being manipulated and used?"

The college students, who were just moments ago so indignant, now finally understand what "enlightenment" means.

I instantly understood by following my older brother.

(End of this chapter)