Peng Guoqing, whether he can get into a 211 university?
Wen Ying truly does not know.
However, for the sake of getting into a 211, Peng Guoqing has now mustered the enthusiasm of a 007 work schedule. Oh no, he has mustered the drive to study around the clock.
When Chen Ru called to arrange a meeting with Xie Qian, Wen Ying had just arrived downstairs at the Tianjiao building.
Today, Wen Ying has two matters to handle. The first is, at Yuan Fenghui’s invitation, to go to the company to discuss the new script that Zhang Guangzhen has just completed. Yuan Fenghui hopes Wen Ying can offer some suggestions on the script.
After finishing with the script, Yuan Fenghui will accompany Wen Ying to Wenyi Publishing House to see Xiao Ni.
The royalty settlement for the fifth season of “Youth Idol”, the royalty settlement for the first season of “Galaxy and You”, the final draft of “Seeking Yong” and confirming the publication and release date.
All these matters need Wen Ying to complete on this Saturday!
Security guard Ma Qiang spotted Wen Ying from afar and greeted her enthusiastically, “Great writer, you have not come to the company for a long time. Is it because studying is particularly busy?”
Wen Ying sighed, “Indeed, it is the final year of high school!”
Ma Qiang patted his chest and said, “You can rest assured and study. Recently, no one has come to the company to cause trouble.”
“Even if someone causes trouble, there is no need to fear. Little Brother Ma, you are our most solid line of defence!”
Wen Ying’s words made Ma Qiang puff out his chest with pride.
Of course!
A few days ago, the higher-ups had even talked to Ma Qiang, asking if he was willing to go on a business trip.
Ma Qiang would still do his usual security team duties at the company. When Yun Chen and Zhang Yangning had performance activities out of town, the company hoped Ma Qiang could serve as the temporary leader of the security team.
There was no choice. Ma Qiang’s ability to identify dangers was too strong. With him along, the company felt more at ease about the artists’ safety.
Ma Qiang had not yet replied to the higher-ups. Seeing Wen Ying, he could not help but seek her advice.
Although Wen Ying was young and Ma Qiang was older, Wen Ying held an absolute image of a cultured person in Ma Qiang’s heart!
For matters he was unsure about, asking a cultured person was sure to be right.
“The company wants to give me another raise, and they said bonuses for each trip. I feel uneasy taking so much money!”
So-called taking too much money, how much is that?
The security guard Little Brother Ma, who was poached back by Li Mengjiao, was indeed honest and endearing. Wen Ying could not help but laugh out loud, “Are you complaining that your salary is too high?”
“I cannot say it well, anyway, I have never seen a security guard earning so much money.”
Ma Qiang scratched his head. In Ma Qiang’s hometown, many people went out to work. Everyone’s ultimate goal in working was to earn more money.
What to do with the money earned?
Of course, to return home, build a house, marry a wife, and have children.
After having children, one still had to go out to work, to earn money to pay off the debts from building the house and getting married!
Then, raise the children to their teens. Children who could not get into university could go out to work again.
Ma Qiang had never felt anything wrong with this cyclical life before, but recently he was puzzled because his parents were already urging him to return home for matchmaking, yet Ma Qiang himself did not want to get married.
Such words would not work in his hometown. If others found out, it would be seen as utterly rebellious.
But Ma Qiang truly did not want to return home to marry yet. He felt very happy working at Tianjiao. He wanted to stay here and work forever. This job brought Ma Qiang immense spiritual satisfaction!
Oh dear, so it was not confusion over too much salary, but Little Brother Ma was confused about his future.
Wen Ying did not brush off Ma Qiang just because she was eager to read the new script.
Ma Qiang’s confusion was actually not his alone. It was a microcosm of the era embodied in Ma Qiang.
Ma Qiang had merely developed doubts. Many young migrant workers did not even have the chance to doubt. Seeing those around them live that way, they lived that way too, muddling through and repeating the life of a “wage slave”.
If Ma Qiang had not been influenced by Tianjiao’s positive atmosphere and secretly studied books on his own, he would not have such confusion.
Wen Ying did not lecture Ma Qiang with grand principles. She simply expressed clear support for him:
“If it is something you yourself do not want to do, no matter how much others urge you to do it, you can put off making a decision. Everyone else worries about salaries being too low, yet you complain about too much. Are you worried that you have too much money and cannot spend it all? If I were you, I would save the money to buy a house in the city!”
If he did not want to return home to build a house, then do not build one.
Tianjiao provided social insurance for employees and paid housing provident funds. Now many companies avoided buying insurance for employees if they could. Encountering a company like Tianjiao that honestly bought insurance and paid provident funds, Ma Qiang was indeed lucky.
The company also wanted to increase Ma Qiang’s workload.
Going on business trips with artists every time, not knowing how to spend the excess bonuses?
Then save them to buy a house.
Buying a house could empty Ma Qiang’s savings and squeeze his future income, forcing Ma Qiang to have greater career ambitions.
Moreover, houses in Rong City were more value-preserving than rural ones no matter how one calculated.
Even if Ma Qiang one day could not withstand the pressure and had to return home, selling the city house and pocketing a sum of money to go back home should mean no debts from building a house and getting married!
Ma Qiang was stunned by Wen Ying’s words, “I, can I buy a house in the city?”
“Why not? With your current salary, repaying the loan is no problem. You just lack the down payment now!”
A budget of one million corresponds to a property worth one million.
A budget of one hundred thousand can also buy one.
Even fifty thousand or sixty thousand can buy a house.
Rich people buy expensive ones. Those not so rich can buy in less central locations with smaller areas.
As long as Wen Ying helped Ma Qiang calculate the accounts a bit, it was enough to make Ma Qiang’s heart surge with excitement.
Tianjiao provided dormitories, three meals a day, and uniforms for work. His salary could basically be saved entirely. Not counting the bonuses from business trips yet, saving for two years would amount to fifty thousand!
Until Wen Ying went upstairs, Ma Qiang was still grinning foolishly.
A colleague from the security team asked Ma Qiang what he was smiling about. Ma Qiang talked about saving money to buy a house. The colleague thought Ma Qiang was daydreaming.
Tianjiao’s salary was not low, but after work, one definitely had to spend money.
Buying new clothes, getting a haircut, buying cigarettes, gathering with friends for meals and drinks. Dating would cost money too. Being able to save a bit at the end of the year would be good. How could one possibly buy a house and settle down in the city?
“Little Brother Ma, everyone knows it is good to be a city person, but we cannot be reborn into it. Forget about buying a house. After work, shall we go for barbecue?”
Ma Qiang said seriously, “If others say it is possible, I do not believe them. But if Wen Ying says so, I believe her. She is a cultured person! I will not have barbecue. I need to save money.”
From this point on, Ma Qiang, who now had a goal, was no longer confused. The conversation with Wen Ying lasted only about ten minutes, yet it set Ma Qiang on a path different from ordinary security guards. Of course, that is a later story for now.
The cultured person Wen Ying arrived at Yuan Fenghui’s office. Zhang Guangzhen was huddled on the sofa, rubbing his hands.
Seeing Wen Ying, Zhang Guangzhen was very uneasy:
“Wen Ying, the matter of writing a script for Jiaxin, I did not mean to hide it from you…”
“Teacher Zhang, I am not blaming you. I already know. I have not even blamed Xie Qian!”
Wen Ying spoke the truth, but Zhang Guangzhen still felt embarrassed.
Yuan Fenghui pointed to the script on the table, “Old Zhang spent so much time brewing this one. Take a look.”
Hearing this, Zhang Guangzhen became even more uneasy.
He was not afraid of Wen Ying offering suggestions. He was afraid it was not written well enough.
Jiaxin’s new drama had already started filming. He had immersed himself in creation for so long and finally produced this script for Tianjiao.
Wen Ying sat down and slowly flipped through it. Time passed minute by minute. After finishing the script, Wen Ying was quite surprised, “This is not an idol drama.”
Yuan Fenghui rubbed her brow, “Yes, it is not an idol drama. I originally thought as long as Mengjiao does not act in it, it would be fine. Filming according to this script, even Yun Chen and Yangning have no suitable roles. This script, from leads to supporting roles, we will have to use other actors.”
“But it is a good script.”
Wen Ying was still savouring it.
Every creator has their peak period.
Zhang Guangzhen had been in the industry for many years. At first, he could only be an uncredited assistant screenwriter. Later, even when credited, it was for idol dramas. No one believed in Zhang Guangzhen’s ability to write serious dramas.
The life experiences and insights accumulated over the years should be poured out at Zhang Guangzhen’s age, so that led to creating the story of the Mo Du alley for Jiaxin. Now, Zhang Guangzhen had created another script for Tianjiao. The story of this script was good, the theme was good, yet there were no roles suitable for Tianjiao’s artists.
Tianjiao’s dramas should be acted by Tianjiao’s own artists to maximise benefits. Yuan Fenghui was very persistent in cultivating superstars. Every good work was essential for cultivating superstars.
The company spent money to produce dramas, yet its own artists did not act in them. What kind of good script was that?
But if they forced Zhang Guangzhen to revise the script, the story would change. Dismembering Zhang Guangzhen’s work, Tianjiao’s behaviour would be no different from Guan Zong, Cao Bo, and the others.
Yuan Fenghui said it was to have Wen Ying offer opinions, but it was more like having Wen Ying make the decision.
Whether to revise it, whether it could be filmed?
Wen Ying read the script again.
“Teacher Yuan, we cannot take all the advantages. From the screenwriter’s standpoint, I think Teacher Zhang’s script cannot be changed. From the company shareholder’s standpoint, I believe this script does not need to be changed. Tianjiao is a comprehensive film and entertainment company. We are not simply a celebrity brokerage company. We cannot have our company artists act in every drama. Our company artists cannot be confined to only acting in Tianjiao’s productions. This step we will have to take sooner or later. What do you think?”
