under the spotlight

Chapter 190
Two days later, this round of training in actual combat ended. Lu Beicen, Du Chengran and Xue Feng stayed behind. After meeting with the lighting team in Qianyang City, they continued to shoot. The rest of them went back to Huxia together. Of course, they will also go to various places in Zhongjiang to participate in the pre-production work of a large number of promotional films.

It was not until the whole Qianyang was under the shroud of autumn rain that the three of them finished the first round of shooting and returned to Huxia, but they had already missed the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, and it was almost the Double Ninth Festival.

Du Chengran took Xue Feng to return the equipment, Lu Beicen went back to the office alone, and before entering the door, he heard Wei Ye yelling: "Damn, this is also a person, that family is so pitiful, I don't even have the heart to drink a bottle of mineral water from him." How can you still be interviewed just like this? You even called me back from other places, what kind of bullshit is this!"

"Forget it, my driver has been called back to write a report on the situation, and I don't know who has provoked whom. How can I write this? At my age, I can only drive but not type!" This is the old Huang of the team yelling, the old man who was already a little hyperglycemic, his face is flushed now, and he is already showing signs of high blood pressure.

Wang Hui, the cameraman, has never spoken much, and now he couldn't help but mutter: "This was not a problem in the first place, and it wasn't anyone who did it. Now it's all jittery!"

After being talked to by the leader, Wang Hui immediately found a quiet place and called his uncle who was the leader of a certain cultural unit. After hearing the rumors, I knew what was going on, and after asking him clearly what was wrong, I analyzed the situation for him, so that he could write down the interview process at that time clearly and in detail, and report it to him.

But being sniped coldly for no reason, can you not feel depressed?No matter how good-tempered and not talkative, it is still inevitable to complain.

Wei Ye blinked his small eyes when he heard the words, and instantly understood what Wang Hui meant: "Yes, the young man is very clear-headed. I didn't realize that we are the fish in the pond, but unfortunately we still haven't eaten anything. The hungry fish that arrived, if we had known, we would have taken the bag of twisted doughnuts they gave us, and it was better than checking and finding nothing, we really didn’t eat any mutton, and it caused a lot of trouble.”

"Your brain is sick, you didn't take anything, and you were forced to write a report on the situation. If you took a bag of twist, you wouldn't be afraid to bite your teeth. I really don't know how to type. Who can do it for me? Right?" Lao Huang pushed the reading glasses to his forehead with a perplexed look on his face.

"How about I type this form out for you, and you write it by hand. Anyway, you always have to submit a written report. It's definitely not appropriate for us to write the same one. Besides, the positions are different, and you just write it down. You don't know. You don’t have to write about the work content.”

"Then they wanted to keep us for lunch, but we didn't eat it. They stuffed a bag of twisted doughnuts in our car and we took it down. Should we write or not? That's all I know, and I know where the rest went. Didn't you pay attention!" Lao Huang asked.

"If you want me to say, I should write like this. I also want to write about the fact that we bought three boxes of instant noodles at the entrance of the village without eating other people's meals. In addition, we can also write about what the family had for lunch and what it was like. , all this can show that the man is just beating him up, typical slander..." Wei Ye still looked angry.

Wang Hui heaved a long sigh: "Hey, it's really pitiful. A family of four adults and one child has a pile of pickled vegetables and a cabbage for lunch. The child is so small, he has no fish, and an egg should be given to one!"

The editor-director of the night talk department next door was confused by the three of them, and couldn't help being curious. A female editor-director in her thirties raised her neck and asked, "What's wrong, you've been interviewed by others?" ? What's the matter?"

Wei Ye was always a talker, and he was involved in a lawsuit. Now someone asked, and the office was full of people. Although the office was sparsely populated, one of them stretched out his ears or simply had gossip in his eyes. , Waiting for him to reveal the secret, he can finally play.

"One morning last month, I bought a bottle of drink in the small supermarket at the entrance of the living area, and waited for an interviewee by the way. Then there was a man, who was not very old, at most about the same age as me, whose hand was like ours. Like the old man who has been planting fields for decades, there are black ditches, and I don’t know if his hand is swollen or he has done too much hard work, anyway..."

The female choreographer, Lao Gao, whose appetite has been slackened, is still willing to hear what kind of hand this hand is, and immediately interrupted mercilessly: "Can you tell the important point, we don't want to know what kind of hand it is! We just want to know what kind of hand it is. What the hell is going on."

"Do you want to see how the three of us fell into the pit? Do you want to step on two more feet? Do you want to hear it or not?" Wei Ye was interrupted from the description of the image, and he felt sad at the time, Then sympathy sprouted, and finally stepped up to the righteousness of supervision and exposure, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

When the female director saw it, she immediately passed the ladder winkingly: "I know what you mean, I just feel sorry for him, and then what?"

Wei Ye got the ladder, so he stopped entanglement and continued to recall: "The man ran to the supermarket and asked the boss how he could find the reporter of the TV station, saying that he had a grievance and wanted us to report it. Normally, such a person We didn't dare to provoke him, and I didn't say a word, but the supermarket owner was too busy, so he asked him what was wronged, and the people who came to the TV station to find reporters said they were wronged."

Wei Ye’s words are shared by everyone in the office. Under normal circumstances, no one will take the initiative to contact such whistleblowers. When the hotlines of various TV stations solicit topics, when the corresponding columns are broadcast, not only the host will After broadcasting several times, the subtitles below will also be rolled out, so those who often watch TV know that if you want to find a TV station to report, you must first call the hotline to explain the situation, and then the operator will record and screen the summary, and then report to the supervisor. , and then distributed to the corresponding departments.

In addition, the editors and directors will have their own fixed contact units if they are journalists running the line or scribing films. Of course, some directors will have their own exclusive sources of themes because they have worked in the industry for a long time, but they will always Explaining the source of the subject matter to the leader is also a way to avoid private use of public assets, or to protect journalists.

Regarding the sources of these themes, the one Wei Ye mentioned is typical of unknown sources. If the topic itself is a very good topic, it’s okay to say, but if it’s a bit awkward, it’s easy to go wrong. How can you Explain, what you are doing is not a humane draft?

"Then that person didn't know whether he was angry or provoked, and his face turned red all of a sudden, saying that he was really wronged, and even brought out a verdict (ah) verdict (ah), the boss is also a It’s a good thing, I really stretched my neck to look at it, and after watching it for a long time, I don’t know if I can see the way, but he just yelled that there seems to be something wrong.”

"Then the interviewee I was waiting for came and called me Reporter Wei, and then I was held back by the owner of the supermarket. He only knew that I was from the Metropolitan Channel, but he didn't know what position I was in. He handed me the document, and told the man that I was a reporter from Metropolitan Channel, and told him to look for me quickly."

"The subject of my interview is another lawyer, and I saw something wrong at a glance. The first judgment (ah) said that so-and-so is the sister of the person who was called. So-and-so divorced."

Hearing this, everyone in the office was already attracted. Ye Bo, who was still writing a manuscript, interrupted: "Psychopath? Is this the first time the man has filed for divorce?"

"It's the first time, how many times?" Seeing Wei Ye gulping water, Wang Hui said.

"That shouldn't be the case. Isn't it necessary to be cautious in the divorce judgment (ah) of such a person without civil capacity? Generally, it is impossible to get divorced for the first time." Such simple common sense, Ye Bo came here casually.

After filling the water, Wei Ye continued: "Don't interrupt, this is not the biggest problem. The second is property distribution. There is a three-story house in the town of Liangzizi, a family car from Dongfeng Nissan, and some Household appliances and furniture, etc., are estimated at 19 together, and [-] is added to [-], half of each person, the man will give the woman [-], and the woman will leave the house."

When it comes to property distribution, the female choreographer at Night Talk is now sensitive: "Which county is this about? Is the house in the countryside?"

"Heji County is not only not in the countryside, but also in the center of the county!" Now even Lao Huang couldn't help but answer.

The female editor sneered: "Heh, how is this evaluation done? Heji is a county with a large population, and housing prices are notoriously high. This man's family is amazing!"

"There is something even more powerful. Article [-] says that the only child will be raised by the man, and the woman will pay the alimony. The total amount will be converted into [-] yuan." Wei Ye's two corners of his mouth were almost turned to his chin, his eyes were full of contempt .

The female editor-director of the night talk program is also very hot-tempered, and she slammed what was in her hand on the table: "Damn, this man is really good at counting, even if you invite an actuary, he may not be the one who is good at counting, let this woman I have to ask him for 1000 yuan to leave the house, and he will not be generous enough to tell the woman that the 1000 yuan will be waived! I just want to ask a question, how old is this child?"

"The child is already ten years old." Wei Ye was about to continue talking about the key point, but the female director of Night Talk stood up directly: "Damn, the child is already ten years old, so was this woman mentally ill before she married him? Or is it concealing the history of mental illness?"

Wei Ye shook his head: "No, I asked about this during the interview. Although the man did not accept the interview in person, I chatted with him on the phone for almost an hour, and there was a recording."

"He said that he was in the army when the woman was pregnant, and the woman lived with his parents. According to what he said, his wife was more powerful at home, and then his wife became depressed, and then it became more and more serious. He went home when his child was two years old, and the girl's depression gradually got better. This happened again in the past two years. One year before their divorce, this girl was in a mental hospital."

At this time, Wang Hui was also aroused to speak, and he sneered and said: "It's not just that, the woman was introduced to him by the man's mother. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are both nurses. Dad used to be the leader of a local bank. After this man came back, he joined the bank and became a money guarantor. The family conditions are quite good. So this mother-in-law looking for a wife for her son is like choosing a concubine. But it's clear, you said that if this woman really had any medical history before, wouldn't she be able to figure it out if she is so shrewd?"

"And the man also said that he and his wife, no, they are ex-wife now. They only found out during the blind date that they were still classmates in junior high school. He said that girls were a little shy back then, but there was nothing wrong with them. He went to the health school, and then passed the exam to work in the hospital, it's all clear."

Wei Ye was busy talking, but before printing out the form for Lao Huang, Lao Huang also answered the conversation out of boredom: "The woman's mother said that his daughter suddenly got this disease the year before last, because there was someone outside that man, and this woman I got sick because I couldn't bear the stimulation, I couldn't think about it, it wasn't serious at first, but I was sent to a mental hospital for no reason, and then I took those medicines, but now I become a little dull."

"But that woman's thinking is still very clear. When she was interviewed by us, she was no different from a normal person. It's just that there are occasional problems with her eyes and actions, which are usually not obvious." Wang Hui began to argue.

Wei Ye was blocked in the middle of his speech, and now he started to get angry: "Wow, do you have any key points, can you draw the key points well, this film should be based on your thinking, how to shoot? Either you say it or I say it He said, and then play guessing all the time?"

"Okay, okay, you have a clear mind, otherwise why are you directing me to drive, you say it, you say it, you say it." Lao Huang was not happy.

The female director of Night Talk said with a look of surprise: "There are so many problems here, so it's not the point? What's the point?"

At this time, Lu Beicen had been sitting in his seat and resting for a long time. Hearing what these people said to each other made everyone dizzy. She also wanted to hear what the point was.

Wei Ye turned his small eyes, and shouted at the female director with contempt: "Wow, don't say that you have worked as a legal reporter when you go out in the future. Your current thinking is to treat this subject as a dog for your night talk." It’s time to think about it, there is a blemish on this document, the first and third items, you think, you think hard, you think carefully, if you can’t figure it out, please ask me to eat popsicles and I will tell you..."

"Your sister, Wei Ye, do you want to say it or not? Is there someone so tempting? Wang Hui, you say it!"

"I don't want to eat popsicles, I want to drink a bottle of Happy Fat Boy Water, so as to calm down my anger." Wang Hui also started a chicken thief.

"Old Huang!"

"Don't call me, I don't know anything, Boss Wei, quickly type out the form for me, I'll finish writing early and hand over the work earlier."

After Lao Huang finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at his female director with angry eyes, smiled and said: "It's not that I don't say it, I really don't know, besides, I'm anxious to get angry, you can give me some spiritual comfort, reflect It’s okay to have some warmth among colleagues!”

"Old Huang, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, you and Wei Ye ran a few times in the car, and everyone followed suit!" Ye Bo began to sway.

The female choreographer over there kept silent, her eyebrows were knit together...

Lu Beicen listened to the colleagues in the office complaining from the beginning to joking with each other to resolve it, and the resentment gradually disappeared.After running outside for so many days, sitting in such an environment again, a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but what is so tricky about the first and third items?

　Well, it took a day and a half to adjust, and the progress is very fast today, thank you for your votes.There are some places in this chapter that are intentional, you just need to understand, I asked if I was not allowed to write it, but I still wanted to write it, so I wrote it...

　　
　
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