"Boss, wait for me!"

Qiao Shan trotted all the way and could barely keep up with Ji Yun's footsteps.

"Can you stop pestering me?" Ji Yun had no choice but to hold his forehead.

"no!"

Qiao Shan stopped in front of Ji Yun and said seriously: "Boss, I can't watch you spend all these money!"

Ji Yun was really understanding why so many loyal ministers in history were not welcomed.

"Do you know that King Zhao of Yan bought horse bones with a daughter?"

Qiao Shan shook his fat head and big ears, "Who is King Yan Zhao? Why do you want to buy a horse?"

"Okay, it's useless to tell you." Ji Yun looked disgusted. His cultural level was too low.

"I don't care about the king, even if Li Shimin spends money like this, the country will be destroyed."

Ji Yun was amused and crying, Qiao Shan was stupid, but you knew that he couldn't bear to blame him for your own good.

"Then what are the opinions of Lord Wei Zheng?"

"I suggest...uh..."

Qiao Shan was speechless. He raised his eyes and looked at Ji Yun's inquiring gaze, and couldn't help but feel guilty.

After all, he is still a worker, and the entire company belongs to others. No matter how much Ji Yun squanders, he still earns money.

Even so, he still said with a tough bullet: "We can't waste money so much anymore, our company is in its infancy."

Ji Yun shook his head, "It is because we are in the early stage that we need to invest money to support the new director."

Seeing his innocent heart, Ji Yun was happy to explain to him a few more words: "This is the process of dividing the cake, but you need to have a knife in your hand when dividing the cake?"

Qiao Shan shook his head, "I don't understand."

Ji Yun had no choice but to say: "The director's resources are just knives. Do you understand what I say?"

Qiao Shan suddenly realized and then hesitated: "But they may not be all good knives."

Ji Yun raised his eyebrows: "You haven't seen the movies they made, just say they are not good knives?"

Qiao Shan was foolishly in the same place, lowered his head and thought about it, constantly thinking about Ji Yun's words in his mind.

Yes, I directly denied them without even reading their works. Isn’t it too arbitrary?

Could it be that I was really wrong?

wrong!

The boss hasn't seen their works yet, so how can he determine that they are good knives?

Just as I was about to refute, but when I looked up, Ji Yun in front of me was gone.

When he turned around, the boss had been standing in the elevator at some point, and a sentence came from afar: "Go and Zhang Meng's crew to supervise whether he is a good knife."

"Boss, just take a look!"

"By the way, having a good relationship with him will be good for you in the future."

Qiao Shan looked at the elevator door closed from afar, and the smile in the gap was filled with a smile.

I secretly twitched in my heart: What's the benefit of letting me write a sketch?

......

Finally dismissed Qiao Shan, Ji Yun was relaxed.

The interview is still in full swing.

Perhaps the addition of Zhang Meng and Xin Yukun exhausted Ji Yun's luck, and there were no good candidates for the next candidates.

No matter which industry, people who take advantage of the troubled waters account for a considerable proportion.

These people have no substantive meaning except adding material to the video.

The material between Zhang Meng and Xin Yukun was also cut into the video by him.

There are two main reasons.

First, the conversation between several people during the interview is indeed a bit dramatic, and second, it can also attract more attention for their next works.

Just like today's video, the audience is hotly discussing these two works.

But some people are optimistic, so naturally some people are pessimistic.

"Has Ji Yun expanded? He threw three million away without even seeing the notebook?"

In Huayi's office, Wang Zhonglei pointed to the video on the computer, showing a look of disdain.

Wang Zhongjun smoked a cigarette, his eyes looked a little deeper in the smoke. He ignored the comments made by his younger brother and continued to watch the video carefully.

After the five-minute video was broadcast, he still ignored Wang Zhonglei's idea and transferred the progress bar to the beginning of the video.

After carefully examining Ji Yun's behavior, he kept nodding, showing a look of praise on his face.

After a long time, he sighed silently.

"This move is really clever."

"Hmm?" Wang Zhonglei was immediately surprised.

In his opinion, Ji Yun was a sucker and threw millions out for no reason.

Seeing Wang Zhonglei's confusion, Wang Zhongjun whispered: "As soon as he went out, he gained attention for his works, and even if the quality of the works itself is not good, he can still stop losing with this popularity.

Secondly, they can accept both of these people, which shows that they are eager for a good director. If you are a capable and unfamous director, will you feel thrilled to join his company when you see it?"

Wang Zhonglei's eyes flashed, and eventually he also sighed, "Really."

"But he is still a little too arbitrary." After Wang Zhongjun's guidance, Wang Zhonglei also understood Ji Yun's intention, but he said awkwardly: "That Zhang Meng is a screenwriter who has no foundation in taking pictures. How dare he invest money for him with confidence?"

Wang Zhongjun sighed. His younger brother was still too emotional. He always focused on the surface when looking at things. He could get small profits but not the overall situation.

In his eyes, 3.5 million is just a small amount of money, and he doesn't even have enough budget for a work.

"Have you read the information about Zhang Meng?"

Wang Zhonglei was stunned and shook his head immediately.

"He is not just a sketch screenwriter, he is Zhao Benshan's godson."

"Hiss!" Wang Zhonglei long hissed. "No wonder he looked indifferent when he came to the interview."

"If it weren't for this level of identity, could he squeeze He Qingkui out?" Wang Zhongjun squeezed out the cigarette butt and said another shocking message: "He is still Zhang Huizhong's biological son."

"That Spring Festival Gala director... Zhang Huizhong?" Wang Zhonglei had already started to stutter.

He looked at the video again, Ji Yun looked so comfortable, and when he saw that he had a more scheming meaning.

Wang Zhonglei was immediately discouraged. He felt that Ji Yun in the picture was slapping his face.

"It means he spent 3 million to get into the Northeast Circle?"

"That's right." Wang Zhongjun narrowed his eyes and pointed his finger at Qiao Shan beside Ji Yun, who was cute and cute, "Ji Yun wants this fat man to go to the Spring Festival Gala."

If Ji Yun was present, he would probably have to give Wang Zhongjun a five-minute kick on the spot.

The most popular programs these days are the Spring Festival Gala, which have to stand aside, such as big-produced movies, TV series, and national variety shows.

The finale of the Spring Festival Gala language program in 2008 is the best sketch that has been combined with current affairs in recent years. As long as Qiao Shan can get into the role of a fat host, he will definitely be popular.

"What should we do?"

Wang Zhonglei was encouraged in his heart that Ji Yun had done this to get rid of the fire. Not only were the director practitioners who were idle at home, but even the director resources that did not stand out under their command would inevitably not be moved by the other party's sincerity.

Wang Zhongjun smiled, "Their video is quite interesting, it is a good method."

Wang Zhonglei immediately understood, "Then let's make one too?"

"Do it! And we have to do it big and special!"
Chapter completed!