Compared to Yang Yichen's director of the Spring Festival Gala, he is now standing at a higher position. Everyone in the entire studio looked at him and his eyes were filled with more or less worship.

You may not like him, or you may not like his style of conduct, but you cannot deny the achievements he has achieved. At his early thirties, he already has wealth and status that everyone can look up to. Now anyone who can have something to do with him, even if he sits with friends and friends in the circle many years ago, would be very proud.

He personally came to the Spring Festival Gala to cheer for Xiaogang Cannon, and it spread throughout the circle in less than an hour. Many people had analyzed that this Spring Festival Gala's small cannon was easy to be famous for his lifetime. Now the wind is one side, and no one has such an idea anymore. Yang Yichen's personal influence is too great. When he sits there, he doesn't have to do anything. The smoothness of Xiaogang Cannon's orders here has increased a lot.

That night, Xiaogangpao invited her to dinner, and Tan Jiacai accompanied Yang Yichen to eat. After the meal, a meeting was held.

Uncle Benshan, who had a perfect curtain call on the Spring Festival Gala directed by Yang Yichen, was invited to serve as deputy director this time. It can be seen that Xiaogangpao attaches importance to language programs. A large group of faces who are actually not unfamiliar sitting together. When everyone greets Yang Yichen, they are as if they were received by their leaders. They can't find the source after thinking about it. No matter how rich they are, it is their business. What does it have to do with me? As for that humbleness? After thinking for a while, they can find a reason for themselves, which is the personality charm of the other party, and let them worship him in a humble manner.

Every year, when the Spring Festival travel rush begins, you will see the brothers' groups, and you will provide a lot of assistance measures to make the return journey of a large number of migrant workers more warm and safer.

Not to mention other places, Yanjing, every year, starting from the Spring Festival travel rush, more than a dozen large buses under the name of the brothers will be converted into long-distance passenger buses. They will carry migrant workers for free on each route through lottery, and will also cooperate with some companies to mobilize as many large buses as possible. Each vehicle is equipped with two drivers, and a road of 500 kilometers to 1,000 kilometers will be scattered across the country with Yanjing as the starting point.

This is just a measure. In all aspects, Brothers Group contributes money and efforts. The biggest influence is the artists under the company. No matter how busy you are in the pre-New Year plan, you must spend a certain amount of time to do charity during this period of time. The company has no requirements for any artist, but it only requires artists to cooperate in charity.

The appeal of celebrities is huge. With their appeal, there will always be some heartwarming scenes during the Spring Festival travel rush in recent years. All of this has never been seen by Yang Yichen to stand up and claim to himself. This is what everyone admires the most.

That is why everyone worships people and worships his personal charm, and is willing to completely lower their attitude in front of him and be willing to be a person who looks up to him.

Yang Yichen doesn't like bracelets, jade, walnuts and other things in his hands to play with them. When he sat in the conference room and listened to others' discussions, what he liked was to close his eyes and pretend to sleep quietly and listen quietly to what others said.

As an old Yanjing cannon, he wants nothing to hide. He should be virtuous. The Spring Festival Gala is that there are too many fake things and too many fake things, which will make everyone dislike them more and more. He wants something real, but this requirement is so difficult and difficult to move forward. To this day, many things that he finds very interesting have been denied. When he is the director reviewing the program, that is the most depressing thing.

Things that he didn't like to read for many years are now coming out again. This is true for every sketch, especially Huang Hong, who is now in a very high position. His sketches are the ones that Xiaogang Cannon cannot stand. All the sketches he praised are not high-end at the end. Once the works that deliberately put out the big theme to the top at the end, they are basically in a state of failure.

As always, the discussion has no results.

The little steel cannon signaled everyone to relax for a little while. He took the lead in lit a cigarette, opened the door a little, and opened a gap on the edge window to let the cold wind blow in outside. Everyone also lit a cigarette while they were energetic.

I lit a cigarette for Yang Yichen. Xiaogang Cannon was familiar with him and didn’t need to be polite: “What should I do if I give some ideas? I don’t want to compromise. I don’t want to admit that I am the director of the Spring Festival Gala like that.”

Yang Yichen thought of the way that the original version of the small and medium-sized steel cannon vented his inner dissatisfaction. He was unable to transform the Spring Festival Gala, so he could only use a pilot film to vent his inner dissatisfaction. He also used these few minutes of the Spring Festival Gala pilot film to express his attitude.

"You are filming movies, so come from the field you are best at. Since there is no big breakthrough in the program at present, you can shoot a film that will be placed before the Spring Festival Gala. In the past, it was half a minute or dozens of seconds. You can make a Spring Festival Gala pilot film that should not exceed five minutes. Invite some people to introduce the Spring Festival Gala in your way, talk about the Spring Festival Gala in their eyes, and look at the New Year's Eve dinner of ordinary Chinese people. The most intuitive sense of picture gives the audience the whole country. The theme is the Spring Festival Gala. The content in it, you should complain and show your attitude, and how to control this degree. You are much better than me."

Yang Yichen's words were like a beacon, illuminating the entire world of the small steel cannon. The messy thoughts suddenly found the outlet for catharsis. In an instant, he thought about whom he wanted to ask to say what.

It was his idea, but Yang Yichen just said it in advance before he thought it through. The door was pushed at the right time. The small steel cannon suddenly entered a state of combat readiness and stopped opening. He waved his hand and didn't care about Yang Yichen anymore. He pushed the door and rushed out. Everyone didn't understand what was going on. They were gone.

Yang Yichen tapped his finger on the table and laughed: "Everyone can go back to have a good night's sleep tonight. I guess you will be busier tomorrow. Our Director Feng has found what he wants."

As soon as everyone stood up and was about to disperse, Xiaogang Cannon hurriedly ran back: "Boss Yang, you have to give me a mirror."

Yang Yichen smiled and said, "Okay, just arrange it. I will spend the New Year in Yanjing."

Xiaogang Cannon showed his bad teeth and smiled brilliantly. He knew that he had found a way to the Spring Festival Gala of his own style. Now it depends on the boss's return and how much space can he win for himself in the rules and regulations.

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After coming out of the imperial court, he still liked the home of the old-fashioned teacher's residential building. Although Shi Qingwu had not come back from playing in Antarctica, Yang Yichen still liked the taste here. Perhaps it was this place that made him feel like home.

I stayed there for an hour and the taste was there, but it was just the taste. There was no one who made the smell produce. After I came out, I got into the car and the crow drove the car very slowly, making the capital under the night sky a series of paintings that caught Yang Yichen's eyes.

"Crow, I want to buy a courtyard house, it must be the kind that has the most old Yanjing flavor." After a sudden whim, my grandfather was unwilling to live in the courtyard house provided. He did not live on the grounds of not being in his position, but not taking over the country. Shi Qingwu's leisurely life in that residential building began to be disturbed. More importantly, Yang Yichen himself felt that he should have a real home in Yanjing, rather than villas and mansions.

The crow looked at him through the rearview mirror: "Now there is definitely no suitable one, and no one has taken action."

Yang Yichen thought for a while: "Then buy a house near Dazhalan and restore the slums into a courtyard house."

Without considering money, such an idea has a certain probability of realization.

"If you want, just find someone to do it and see how cruel we can be slaughtered."

Yang Yichen laughed when he heard this: "Yes, let's see how big they have. The most important thing is to find a place first. My grandfather likes the market, and he doesn't have the habit of being a big shot. Although the area in Dashilan is now crowded with sardines, maybe the old smell left there is that little grandfather can like it."

Money can make the devil push the mill.

In a place that can be reached in more than ten minutes, if you want to build a courtyard house, now only Yang Yichen has this condition. He has the intention to make money by investing and making money simply for fun, and the concept of money making every inch of land fully reflected in this courtyard house.

After hearing this, Zhang Qingxin had no special reaction. Isn’t it just for being rich to be willful? If it is not expensive, what should I buy it?

"In the Fourth Ring Road, we also have a commercial residential area. If necessary, deduct a certain type of house. The effect of giving money is not as good as giving a house, so that your idea can be realized as soon as possible."

Yang Yichen spread his hands: "What do you say? Yes, problems that can be solved with money are not a problem."

Zhang Qingxin snorted: "Now the attention of filmmakers and film media around the world is focused on you, waiting for you to start the crew of "Bloody World War II". You are so happy that you will disappear for a month. Now I look like I'm idle when I come back. Do you really don't believe that the media around the world will bombard you?"

Yang Yichen leaned into the chair with his hands on his head: "I'm going to put aside the "Snow Sword 3" and "Galaxy Pioneer 4", including some plans. I'm going to put aside indefinitely, not to schedule a schedule to shoot, but to shoot when inspiration comes and mood comes. If "Snow Sword 3" is not satisfied with me, reshooting is a minor meaning. It's impossible to release it like this now. Don't open your mouth, no one has any face in this matter."

Zhang Qingxin took Yang Yichen's box of cigarettes on the table and lit a half of them and put them in her pocket. Both of them had no shortage of cigarettes. What they wanted was this kind of familiarity and inseparable feeling.

"I don't have the time to meddle in such idiots, but I can bring you a message to you so that those who feel they can have face with you can shut up completely."

Yang Yichen gave him a thumbs up, Comrade Lao Zhang, who knew me, said that the person who is most familiar with my style, temperament and character in the world must be Lao Zhang.

In the evening, Yang Yichen called Xiaogangpao, and together with Mr. Ge, Wang Shuo, and Liu Zhenyun, he saved a game and directly pulled out the Xiaogangpao who had made the pilot script at home. The five of them had a meal of authentic old Yanjing mutton hotpot first. No one drank, so they went straight to Guangde Building. The car was around several streets, and the car was very slow. They completely gave them a way to the state of my house. No matter what other vehicles thought, they drove slowly and finally attracted the traffic police. The car stopped in front of the gate of Guangde Building. Yang Yichen and others got off the car, but they didn't scan their faces and did not want privileges. The driver went to receive criticism and education and punished them as much as they should. There was no other word.

"How is it? It's still the smell of old Yanjing, isn't it comfortable?"
Chapter completed!