under the spotlight

Chapter 78 God Fighting 1
After thinking for a long time, Lu Beicen sent an email to Mr. Tang before leaving get off work, explaining that Fang Nan could not get the original manuscript because he had signed an agreement that he could not release the manuscript before the magazine was published.

At the same time, Lu Beicen attached his draft of the fraudulent insurance and the filming outline of the teaching lover.In fact, she did this with two intentions. One is to indirectly tell Mr. Tang that she also signed the agreement, so this manuscript is not suitable for circulation and comparison before the magazine is published. At the same time, she is also fighting for herself. The shooting of teaching lovers.

Mr. Tang returned to the office just after reviewing the film, cleaned his teacup, and was about to turn off the computer and get off work. When he saw this new email from Lu Beicen, he opened it, briefly browsed the text, and then looked at the attachment. I have to say that the newcomer's carefulness is not only not annoying, but also makes people feel very smart.

Mr. Tang was not in a hurry to read the manuscript, but instead clicked on the outline and read it carefully. After thinking about it for a long time, he downloaded and printed it out, circled it, and made some comments...

"Boss Tang hasn't left yet?" Boss Yang's voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Mr. Tang put down his pen and stood up: "Mr. Yang just finished the meeting?"

Mr. Yang was obviously a little tired, and he walked into Mr. Tang's office and sighed: "Yes, the advertisements over there are falling in the fourth quarter. I heard that the situation in the spring of next year is not very good. In the end, they all fired with me, saying We stole their ads."

Tang was always a little surprised: "Where did this word come from? No matter who is in the pot, isn't it still in the stage?"

"That's what I said too, but..." Mr. Yang thought for a while, and closed the office door behind his back.

Mr. Tang saw Mr. Yang's serious appearance, so he came out from the back of the office, made two cups of tea again, and sat down with Mr. Yang face to face.

Mr. Yang blew on the froth in the tea, and took a sip: "They think we're poaching corners on the surface, but we're actually cutting their cakes. Lao Wang's face was black all the time, and Zhu Tai didn't say anything, but The Taiwan-wide selection list for that new project has already been finalized, and I guess it will be this weekend or early next week at the latest."

Boss Tang narrowed his eyes: "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in half a year for this borrowing, or we might as well send her out first. In this secondment, we have always respected personal wishes. She applied for two appointments today. The topic selection, this positive topic selection, I think we can make a good plan."

As Mr. Tang said, he took the two outlines that he had reviewed for a long time from the table, handed them to Mr. Yang, and added a sentence by the way: "Don't talk about anything else, this is really a good seedling. Give it a good experience, and in time , will be a good hand."

Mr. Yang held the outline, and it was full of Mr. Tang's handwriting. He couldn't help laughing and browsed: "Old Tang, it's been so many years, and the problem with your program control hasn't changed at all."

Mr. Tang laughed: "Seeing the smart newcomer, I couldn't help but want to give him a hand. In a blink of an eye, we are almost 50 years old. We have been here for so many years, hey..."

"Old Tang, don't remember the past, haven't you heard that it's a sign of getting old when you love to remember." Mr. Yang kept his eyes on the outline in his hand, still joking.

Mr. Tang stopped talking, picked up his teacup and started to drink tea.

After a while, Mr. Yang raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall: "Lao Qi should be censoring films on the Taiwan-wide network right now, you can call him and ask him to come up."

Mr. Tang nodded, picked up the phone on the desk and dialed out, and at the same time reprinted a copy of the outline written by Lu Beicen, and conveniently received the one he had corrected on the desk.

Mr. Yang looked at Mr. Tang's actions, and smiled: "No, although Lao Qi has a cannonball personality, we can still tell the difference."

Mr. Tang smiled and shook his head: "I didn't mean that. After all, he is in charge of the whole thing. It's always good to be careful. Besides, when it comes to news, he has his own way of thinking."

Mr. Yang sighed: "You see, you are paying attention to this. Why do you have a bad face when you get to the computer room? Otherwise, you say you..."

"I think it's good to be like this now, how innocent I am, don't you know me? I can't do things that are good at dancing. With you blocking the outside, our place can barely be regarded as a pure land." Mr. Tang His tone was somewhat relaxed.

Mr. Yang shook his head helplessly, and didn't say any more, but slowly drank the almost cold tea in the cup.

Qi Wenbin, vice president of Metropolitan Channel in charge of the news department, knocked on the door of Mr. Tang's office, and walked in with a big lala, with an angry expression on his face: "Young people nowadays are really unreliable in doing things. It really has nothing but a few elements, it’s useless to choose a topic, and dare to ask you what is wrong with him, hey..."

Mr. Yang shook his head and said with a smile: "There is always a process of growth, take your time, don't worry."

Mr. Tang got up to make a cup of tea again, and handed it to Mr. Qi: "It's the same when you drink water and get angry. A newcomer from us is picking and choosing. Let the boss of the night talk program Yes, recently every day either this or that calls me."

Mr. Qi took the tea, sat down and shook his head: "Old Tang, don't get cheap and act like a good boy. If you are willing to ask for it, it's better than us here. For a slightly bigger topic, just go back and forth. I don't know, besides, didn't you get a good new seedling there? There are so many newcomers this year, and how many of them can really become talents. You already have the big prize on your back, so what's the difference?"

Mr. Yang handed over Mr. Tang's retyped outline to Mr. Qi: "It's quite late, let's be serious, take a look at this topic."

Mr. Qi read the ten lines at a glance, and thought for a while: "This question is a good manuscript if it works well. Who made this outline? It is well-organized and not routine. It just needs to be deeper in connotation, otherwise it will be too flat. The extension should also be expanded a little bit, since you are doing this question, you have to have a beginning and an end, otherwise it will be meaningless.”

Mr. Yang glanced at Mr. Tang and smiled. Mr. Tang knew what Mr. Yang was laughing at. Mr. Qi was similar to what he corrected, but he still didn't speak.

"What are you two laughing about? This question should be done by our department, where did you choose the topic, and how did you report it to you?" Mr. Qi looked strange.

Mr. Yang raised his chin, and said directly: "I remember that we haven't done this type of topic selection for the new newsletter from the special feature department for a long time. Under your arrangement, Lao Qi, your department will send out an old Writer and director, take Xiaolu with you, and then bring Du Chengran with you, and bring it to your department for training and videotaping, it is best to arrange a business trip tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)