Entertainment: 1990

Chapter 282 Sitting at Home

Although he was unhappy with Chen Liang's sabotage.

However, when interviewed at noon, Zhang Yan still put on his best effort and tried his best to cooperate with the people from Shanghai TV, after all, this was also a publicity opportunity for the Yangtze River Delta region.

In the afternoon, he consulted with Director Han of Shandong TV and inquired in detail about Shandong TV's requirements for variety shows.

The first priority is definitely to get things done with minimal spending.

Although Shandong TV has had ample funding in recent years due to support from the province—if it weren't for the sudden rise of Tianjin TV in this era, Shandong TV would have been the first proper satellite TV station.

Having just spent 300 million yuan to buy the first broadcast rights, Shandong TV naturally hopes to spend less on subsequent variety shows. Of course, if a show is exceptionally good, they might grit their teeth and get it on.

Secondly, it's best to avoid variety shows like crosstalk, sketches, or singing competitions—not that these shows are bad, but CCTV and Tianjin have already taken the lead.

In fact, Director Han had an underlying message: even if Zhang Yan had better ideas in these areas, he would definitely have to prioritize Tianjin TV.

There are only two requirements, but they must be unanimously approved by the leaders of Taiwan.

After listening, Zhang Yan sighed helplessly, "It sounds simple, but it's not easy to do at all - if it weren't for Director Ma's instructions, or if it weren't for selling the first broadcast rights, I really wouldn't want to take this job."

After a pause, he asked, "Could you give me a little more time? I have some things to do after the New Year, and I also need to go to Hong Kong Island with the optoelectronics team."

That's what he said, but he already had a plan in mind. But why would people cherish something that's given away so easily?

"This one……"

Director Han said with difficulty, "It can't be delayed any longer, until early April at the latest."

Zhang Yan raised his hand: "May! By mid-May, I will definitely satisfy you!"

After some haggling, the two finally set the date for April 15th.

Seeing Zhang sighing and lamenting, Director Han assumed he had won a victory, so he arrogantly went to the front desk of the guesthouse, ready to call the station to report his negotiation results.

As I was dialing, I noticed a large group of people coming in, including Cheng Weidong from Zhejiang TV and the female host from Jiangsu TV.

Tsk~
Director Han secretly curled his lip. After being so relentlessly sabotaging them before, how could they still have the nerve to take the dream-fulfilling car on a trip?

"Director Han."

At this moment, a familiar TV station representative greeted Director Han and said, "You really should come with us to take a look. The Golden Palace is so magnificent—tsk, if we ever film an emperor drama again, we'll probably have to come to Tianjin."

Another person remarked, "No wonder Yuanmeng didn't sell the TV series to Tianjin TV in the first place. With such a huge project, it might take several years to recover!"

The land allocated to the August 1st Film and Television Base in Tianjin is more than twice the size of that allocated to Beijing, and there is still considerable room for expansion.

Therefore, in addition to the originally planned civil and military performance areas, a "mini Forbidden City" was also built.

Then someone else said sarcastically, "Did you guys see that building across from the film studio? I heard that's the office building that Yuanmeng funded itself to build. Such a big company with so much money, and they're still arguing with us over such small things..."

As he spoke, he kept shaking his head.

Hearing this, Cheng Weidong couldn't stand it anymore and sneered, "They're a private company. What does it matter to us whether they're rich or poor? Do you expect them to redistribute wealth?"

At this moment, Zhang Yan also came downstairs, cupped his hands to everyone and said, "Please enjoy your meal and have fun. If you have any questions, you can report them to our Vice President Wang. I have some matters to attend to in Beijing, so I may not be able to entertain you all for the rest of the time."

Upon hearing this, the people reacted in various ways.

Director Han, sensing that his relationship with Zhang Yan was different, inquired curiously, "Mr. Zhang, what's the matter that's so urgent?"

Zhang Yan waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "Don't even mention it. I was just sitting at home when trouble came knocking on my door. Someone made a suggestion to the higher-ups, which originally had nothing to do with me, but the higher-ups specifically asked me to go over there."

Before Director Han could ask any more questions, he bowed again and then hurriedly left.

Looking at his retreating figure, someone asked in confusion, "Up there? Which up there?"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, but no one had an answer. If Zhang Yan had said this yesterday, they would likely have assumed he was trying to elevate his own status, but after what happened with Optoelectronics this morning, they dared not think that way anymore.

…………

On the way to Beijing, Hutou rushed inside.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Chen Hong asked in confusion, "It's one thing for Cui Jian to take the lead in setting up a self-discipline association, but why are officials getting involved as well?"

"You ask me, I'll ask who goes."

As Zhang Yan drove, he said helplessly, "I was never optimistic about this from the beginning, so I didn't pay any more attention to it after returning to Tianjin. Who knew that I would be called out by the higher-ups?"

After a pause, he added, "That's fine too. Once I'm done with this, I'll go back to Hengjiang ahead of time, and I'll have plenty of time to take you back to your hometown before the New Year."

With the Lunar New Year approaching, there are more checkpoints entering Beijing.

When they passed a checkpoint, Zhang Yan and Chen Hong were stopped and inspected, but the inspectors' attention was clearly on the car, as if they recognized the Mercedes-Benz W14.

When Zhang Yan and Chen Hong drove this car into Beijing, they knew it would attract attention. They usually kept a low profile, but it was almost Chinese New Year, so they couldn't keep up appearances all the time.

After entering the capital, Zhang Yan took Chen Hong to Gai Lili's place [Gai Lili had recently come to the capital to develop her career], and then went to see Guo Chuanlin.

"It's not Cui Jian."

Upon meeting, Guo Chuanlin said directly without waiting for Zhang Yan to ask any questions: "Old Cui originally wanted to start a non-governmental organization, otherwise it wouldn't be called the Self-Discipline Association. But unexpectedly, the higher-ups suddenly called us over and specifically asked you to participate."

At this point, Guo Chuanlin said helplessly, "I guess the higher-ups think that none of us are reliable."

"How can something reliable be considered a crime?"

Zhang Yan genuinely didn't want to get involved in this. The industry was in such a mess right now, and rock music, by its very nature, carried a gene of defiance and resentment.

If you happen to run into a reckless or high-spirited person, they won't care what kind of big shot you are; they might just send you straight to meet your great-grandmother.

Moreover, the whole thing is eerie.

"Fourth brother."

Zhang Yan frowned and said, "If the higher-ups want to strictly control things, it's just a matter of a word. What's the point of pushing us to the forefront?"

"This……"

Guo Chuanlin pondered for a while before vaguely figuring something out: "They're probably worried about external influences. Several bands have been invited to perform abroad in the past two years, and their cassette tapes are selling quite well in Hong Kong and Taiwan."

He paused, then lowered his voice and said, "I heard that Bobo noodles are packaging us guys as opinion leaders."

This pot is huge!
As a young person born under the red flag and raised in the new society, Zhang Yan never imagined that he would be involved in such a thing.

However, since the person above specifically mentioned him, they must trust him quite a bit.

I don't know if I can turn it down.

Seeing Zhang Yan deep in thought, Guo Chuanlin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Alright, what's meant to be will be. Cheer up this New Year's Eve—let's go, let's call Cui Jian and Dou Wei and go eat hot pot."

"I'm trying to conceive, and the doctor said it's best not to drink alcohol..."

"Then you can have some tea, okay?"

Guo Chuanlin said, "It just so happens that Dou Wei's new album is almost finished. Let's all take a look at his progress together."

Got~
This is another tough job.

Ever since Dou Wei returned from Hong Kong Island, Zhang Yan and he have never reached an agreement on music.

(End of this chapter)