Chen Guang trusted Yang Xi's ability. Since he was interested, he would leave it to him.
When the two of them got off the plane in Wujing, it was already past 9 pm. Chen Guang directly threw Yang Xi to Tianguang Agency and took a taxi back to the neighborhood outside the school.
The poor Tianguang Agency's Four Great King Kongs. In the afternoon, Chen Guang gave them a phone call and threw them an unimaginable idea. Just like that, they could become his shopkeepers.
He was quite comfortable. It was just a matter of a few words and a phone call.
However, Yue Hong, Fang Tianyu, Su Li, and Lu Xiaoliang had no choice but to accept the cruel reality that their short vacation was completely ruined.
Whether it was holding a competition or other activities, the entire project's establishment, planning, implementation, copyright operations, ticketing management, venue rentals, and clothing during the live performances, etc. It was simply a basket of troubles, not to mention that the time this time was so short.
This master had always been in charge of killing and not burying. The few of them had a meeting in the company while making phone calls everywhere to find people. It was a headache.
Fortunately, he was going to act in a traditional drama, "Thunderstorm". This saved them the trouble of writing a script and training new actors. After all, this drama was reserved for domestic performing arts students.
However, the time he gave them was too short. He even asked for experienced actors to act for him. Wasn't this torture?
It was not easy to gather all the main cast members in a short period of time.
Lu Xiaoliang used the connections he had accumulated over the years as a paparazzi and managed to find a few actors. However, the biggest problem was that he still had not found a director.
Although he knew that CEO Chen's acting skills were a little crazy and that when he was good, he could easily shoot 12 sets of commercials a day. However, suddenly going on stage to act in a drama was like suddenly going from the county school league to the English Premier League. It was a little unrealistic.
Therefore, they had to find a good director. Although it was not a famous director, they couldn't just randomly find a directing student from the school to make up the numbers, right?
At the very least, they had to find an experienced veteran, right?
Otherwise, how could they keep him under control?
Everyone understood the reason, but time was too tight. Many people immediately backed out when they heard that they had to go on stage next week at the latest, but they hadn't even settled on the actors yet. They didn't even discuss the price.
Secondly, even if they managed to convince him, the moment they heard that Chen Guang wanted to play the male lead, they would immediately fall through and refuse to do it even if they were offered more money. Those who spoke harshly were already swearing, and those who had a little bit of self-restraint were all kinds of sudden scapulohumeral periarthritis, gingivitis, and tenosynovitis.
Thirdly, there were some people who were willing to come, but they were all unorthodox directors who specialized in online popular supernatural films. They did not have the slightest bit of ability and only wanted to come here to pass the time and become familiar with CEO Chen. With President Chen's temperament, this kind of person would definitely be kicked away by him, and the few of them would also be labeled as incompetent.
How could a good play not have a director?
Since "Thunderstorm" was first put on the stage more than 80 years ago, it had been performed thousands of times on different stages, on TV or the big screen by different actors. There were countless different versions, some classic and some rubbish.
Every play of "Thunderstorm" produced by a different director would more or less have the director's personal characteristics.
Whether it was a play or a TV movie, the screenwriter was the skeleton of the work, the actors were the face and flesh of the work, and the director was the soul of the entire work.
Even twins who looked exactly the same would show completely different personalities because of the different souls living in their bodies, let alone "Thunderstorm" which was extremely rich in content.
This was a very deep, critical, and meaningful play. Every director would teach the actors according to their own artistic creation, and by paying attention to the details bit by bit, they would work hard to let the emotions of the main cast and the audience burst forth in the theater.
In this process of paying attention to the details, the director would put his own personal brand on the stage play.
A good director's play would be a classic, while a rookie director's play would make the entire theater audience suffer from embarrassment.
In the past, no matter how unreliable the things that President Chen had done seemed at the beginning, the final result had never disappointed anyone.
Obviously, his goal this time was the same. He only wanted classics, not rubbish.
Therefore, it was difficult to find a director, and it made people worry so much!
It was past 10 o 'clock at night, and Lu Xiaoliang was still flipping through his little notebook, hesitating. He had basically contacted all the slightly reliable play directors in the country, but basically all of them turned down.
Now, he was conflicted about whether he should use the hot news from Zhuo Wei's Eight Weekly H drive to force him to give in.
This thing was a big killer. Once he took it out, he might be able to achieve his goal in a short time, but it would definitely make people feel uncomfortable, and he would become enemies. After all, he was a person of virtue and prestige, and he might not even know that the hot news was stored in the H drive.
"Xiao Lu, why don't you call this person? Desperate times call desperate measures, and we have no other choice. "
Fang Tianyu took a deep puff of his cigarette and extinguished it in the ashtray.
Yue Hong, who was wearing a gas mask, said in a muffled voice. "But when he rejected us just now, he was very polite. Aren't we being too unkind?"
Su Li also shook his head with his mask on. He could not stand the smell of Fang Tianyu's cigarette, but everyone was very depressed, and they could not stop him from smoking.
Lu Xiaoliang slammed the table heavily. "Let's do it! President Chen once said that those who achieve great things should not bother about trifles! We will just raise the salary later! "
The other three people looked at him and gave him a thumbs up.
Yue Hong said, "Xiao Lu is very courageous!"
Su Li nodded. "As expected of someone from Eight Weekly."
Fang Tianyu said, "I admire your shamelessness."
Under the reverent gazes of the three, Lu Xiaoliang dialed the number. "Hello, Director Pan, are you asleep already? I am Tianguang's agent, Fang Tianyu, who called you just now … "
"F * ck!"
The next second, Fang Tianyu jumped up and sat on Lu Xiaoliang's waist. He snatched the phone from Lu Xiaoliang's hand and hung up.
Yue Hong said, "Despicable!"
Su Li said, "Shameless!"
Fang Tianyu said, "You are a true disciple of President Chen!"
Alright, this matter was put on hold again.
Director Pan had made a mistake in the past, and it had been a few years since then. Fang Tianyu could not bear to drag Director Pan down with him.
Just then, there was a knock on the office door. A company clerk who was working overtime poked her head in from outside. "Um, there's a director named Yang Xi outside. He said that President Chen asked him to come."
The eyes of the four of them lit up in a flash.
The poor clerk thought that he had caught the attention of four higher-ups at the same time, and he was panicking. I can't handle four people at once!
Lu Xiaoliang slammed the table and stood up. "Hurry up and invite Director Yang in!"
Fang Tianyu let out a long sigh. "As expected of President Chen. It seems like he had already selected a director in advance! This is called planning strategies in a tent, and victory will be decided from a thousand miles away! "
Su Li rolled his eyes. "President Chen is not here. He can't hear your bootlicking."
Fang Tianyu took out his phone. "I recorded it."
The other three people looked at him coldly. "Despicable!"
Lu Xiaoliang said, "Even more despicable than me!"
Anyway, the director's matter was settled. Brother Yang Xi had walked right into the trap and saved the four great directors of Tianguang Agency.
As for Chen Guang, he was sitting on the sofa nervously with his hands on his knees. He looked at the two little girls who were on the verge of tears and had a slight headache.
Actually, he should have gone straight to Guangding Headquarters to tell the two of them that he had resigned. But it was a little late when he got off the plane, so he did not go.
On the other hand, since he had already resigned, he had to be thorough. He did not want others to say that he was lying behind his back. He had already resigned, but he was still thinking about it and it would be a joke.
He did not expect that the two of them had already seen through his thoughts and were already waiting for him at home.
"Are you giving up on us?"
"You're so heartless!"
"My ass is growing! How could you just leave like that! You're leaving so pitifully! From now on, my little sweetheart and I will be alone in the headquarters. We'll be bullied by those cruel and evil martial artists and have to rely on them to survive! "
"Chen Guang, do you have the heart to leave me and Little Miaomiao in the headquarters? You're the chief of the martial arts world now. How do you expect Little Miaomiao and I to convince the masses? "
The two little girls were talking one after another. Chen Guang looked at them and felt a headache coming on.
It was especially so for Xin Qin. Honestly speaking, Chen Guang even felt that he was hallucinating. Did nothing happen between the two of them? Why didn't this lass change much from before?
No, she was a little different.
Actually, the two of them were pretending to be in high spirits.
It seemed like they were purposely trying to cheer him up?
It was no wonder. Their Master had passed away not long ago and it was only the seventh day. The grand funeral was still in preparation. How could they be in such high spirits?
Although he had told them that their Master was not completely dead and they believed him, there was no way to prove it in such a short amount of time. Moreover, the two seniors had really died physically.
It was really hard on them now.
Perhaps they felt disappointed that they were stripped of their position as the chief bureau after returning from Beijing, so they purposely joked around to cheer him up.
This must be the rotten idea of Wu Miaowan, who had even more crooked ways.
Patting on Xin Qin's head, Chen Guang continued, "Alright, alright. You guys can stop trying to cheer yourselves up. I'm feeling tired for you guys."
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the two of them instantly slumped down and sat on either side of him dejectedly with their heads drooping.
"Senior Xin and Senior Wu's funeral is the day after tomorrow, right?"
Chen Guang asked.
"Yes. Will you be there then?"
Xin Qin asked. "Almost all the sects in the bureau will send representatives. Actually, we know that with the reputation of the Thousand Despair Sect and Thousand Flower Valley in the pugilistic world, those big sects won't pay much attention to the death of their sect leaders. It's all because of you. But you … "
Chen Guang interrupted her. "Of course I'll be there. Although I'm no longer the bureau chief, it doesn't affect my relationship with you. It's only right that they give you face for my sake."
Wu Miaowan asked, "After you resigned today, there was news from Beijing that Xue Lin was not appointed as the bureau chief. He's still the team leader of the Special Operations Team. The bureau will not have a chief position in the future. The two deputy bureau chiefs will temporarily take over the bureau chief's affairs."
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