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Chapter Twelve
Yi Heng and the director avoided everyone and walked aside. He took out the task list and asked the director what was going on.
Knowing that he couldn't hide it from him, the director explained: "Yi Heng, you used to be in the circle, so I don't need to tell you about the twists and turns inside."
Of course, he knows that the number of shots affects the artist's exposure rate. In order to let his artist show more face in the variety show, the management company will go to the program team to say hello and ask them to take care of it. Afterwards, the benefits are indispensable.
This kind of star-studded program that can be broadcast on all channels has made major economic companies try their best to stuff people into it, and try their best to add shots to their own artists.
Compared with the bright future of artists, the experience that some amateurs may have only once in a lifetime is naturally not important.
But didn't expect that with official support this time, they would dare to make small moves blatantly.
The director advised him not to meddle in other people's business, just turn a blind eye and close one eye, the best policy is to protect oneself wisely.
People, you have to be flexible.
Yi Heng neither refuted nor agreed, and asked him a question: "Do you think the people in the Poverty Alleviation Office and the inspection team are all blind?"
The director said: "It's just a slight adjustment to the camera allocation, as long as you don't say it, they won't be able to see it."
Yi Heng smiled lowly, put his hands in his pockets, and asked: "The mouth grows on me, how can you be sure that I won't say it?"
The director is an old fritter, how can he not hear the meaning in his words, seeing no one around, leaned closer, lowered his voice and said: "Make an offer."
Things that can be settled with money are nothing.
"Okay, that's what you said." Yi Heng took out the phone from his pocket, and the director suddenly showed a panicked expression.
He released the recording just now, and every word the director said, including the tone of voice when speaking, was recorded.
"Bribing public servants is against the law."
"You said that if I handed over this recording to my colleagues, what would they do?" Yi Heng stared into his eyes, saw the thin sweat dripping from his forehead, and saw him furious but could do nothing.
He took out his work card and said, "Director, there are regulations from above. We must abide by the rules and regulations. If you don't cooperate, I will have to work overtime to write a report for you."
In the past, he was always the oppressed party, and he was forced to agree with him even though he knew it was unfair, but now he has the initiative in his hands, and he can fight back, tearing the fig leaf from this group of pious people.
director:"β¦β¦"
If others knew that a good poverty alleviation program was used to smear artists, he would not be able to continue as a director. However, Yi Heng was still in the staff, and he did not use tricks to deal with insiders before using it against him.
Aggrieved, but had to give in.
When they went back, other people didn't know why, and asked them what important things they went to, and it took so long.
Yi Heng waved his hand and said, "It's nothing serious. Let's discuss the practical educational significance of the book "Ethics and the Rule of Law". Tell me, director."
The director scolded Yi Heng in his heart as a black-hearted smiling fox, and said with an apologetic smile, "Yes, it woke up my sleeping heart."
"Everyone come here, we need to adjust the assignment of tasks today."
I don't know why, but seeing the people who once threw stones at him feel as uncomfortable as eating flies when they see him, but they have to greet him with a smile, he feels relieved.Qiu, to be more honest, is the success of a villain.
And the system looks down on this kind of villain's success, it protested:
"Host, how can you feel good about this kind of thing? It's too vulgar. You have to contribute to the happiness of the people within your ability and gain satisfaction from it. That's the right thing to do."
Yi Heng said, "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary person."
Refuse moral kidnapping, start from him.
After the task was reassigned, the task of their team was to go to the mountain to dig bamboo shoots.
Yi Heng and his colleagues from the Poverty Alleviation Office were at the end of the line, and they introduced the local situation to him.
The specialty here is the bamboo shoots, which have a unique flavor, and due to the unique climate, there are a steady stream of bamboo shoots all year round. The villagers hope to make a fortune by selling bamboo shoots and some agricultural and sideline products, so they need the help of all parties to promote and open up as much as possible.market.
They are talking about something.
"Ouch." The amateur aunt's shoes got stuck in the muddy ground and she almost fell backwards. Fortunately, Yi Heng held her waist in time.
After standing still, the aunt was still in shock, and said: "Thank you, young man, if you ask me to tell you that this road is not for human beings, I don't know how to repair it."
Yi Heng looked at his feet. The texture of the shoes was not heavy, but because of the thick layer of yellow mud and the steep and rugged terrain, the road was difficult to walk.
Looking at the winding yellow mud road, Yi Heng asked the colleagues around him: "Have you never thought about building roads?"
Colleagues feel uncomfortable when they mention this, "I really want to, but the approved funds are not enough, so I can only choose to spend them on publicity."
"Your idea is wrong, young man." The aunt who was walking in front heard their conversation and turned around and said: "If you want to build roads first, it will be difficult for outsiders to come in. No matter how hype your propaganda is, it is uselessIt is better to apply for a loan if you have no money, and to raise donations from the society than to be like a headless chicken."
They all stopped in their tracks, standing still and recalling what their aunt had said.
After being beaten up by Yi Heng, the director became much more honest. It doesn't matter whether you are an artist or an amateur, you will come back disgraced after a busy day.
At night, the gourd-shaped old light bulb was turned on, and the light brought some fluttering moths. They gathered under the lamp and sat at a long table for dinner.
The local living conditions are average, and the food is unlikely to be much better. Some people bite the bullet and eat a few mouthfuls of rotten food in front of the camera, and their stomachs are not used to it.
As soon as the filming was over, they clamored for the program crew to change dishes and places.
"There are too many bugs, I'm covered in bumps from the bites."
"The food is so salty and there is so much oil, it's easy to get fat and unhealthy."
"It's normal that there are many bugs in the mountains. We can provide insecticides. The strong taste is to help you recover quickly." The staff carefully explained.
"But I can't even eat, how can I replenish my strength?!"
The staff made trouble.
But in the middle of the night, where to cook a small stove for them, the staff politely refused their request, and someone's face drooped instantly, and they slammed their chopsticks on the table heavily.
The atmosphere at the scene fell into an eerie rigidity.
The aunt put down the bowls and chopsticks, and kindly persuaded: "I brought something from home, if you don't mind, I'll take it and eat it together."
Those people didn't speak, what they were thinking was that seeing how ordinary her clothes could not be more ordinary, what good things could she come up with, nothing more than pickles, chili sauce or something.
boring.
"I'm full, I'll go first."
One person got up and left the table, leaving most of them one after another.
Not long after, my aunt came back with a huge travel bag, but she was gone.
"If they don't eat it, we will." Auntie said, taking out everything inside.
It's okay if you don't take it, but you will be shocked if you take it.
Caviar, imported ham, cheese, canned crab meat... everyone was taken aback.
The aunt was puzzled and said, "Look at what I do, eat."
Unexpectedly, this aunt was actually a hidden rich man.
Those people who left just now are probably going to regret it in their guts.
After dinner, the Poverty Alleviation Office called all the colleagues for a meeting.
Summed up the experience of failure in poverty alleviation in the past, some were due to laziness of the cadres, some were due to the lack of cooperation of the villagers, and some had to be given up temporarily due to natural factors.
Yi Heng didn't know much about this aspect, but he still admired the passion and sense of responsibility of these young cadres. He reluctantly listened to it and finally concluded that the road should be repaired first.
The problem is, there is no money.
Not only do they have to prepare a lot of materials to apply to the higher authorities, but they have to wait for the relevant departments to approve the loan to the bank. If there is no relationship, it will take at least a year. Even if they take part of the budget for the filming of the show, the funds they can raise now are stillFar from enough.
Colleagues who were actively offering suggestions stopped talking, and the office suddenly became quiet.
After a long time, a colleague slapped his head and said, "I remember that the program was directly paid for by the superiors."
This has opened up a new way of thinking for everyone. If the program needs to be allocated for funding, it will be much faster than applying through the process.
But they don't count on what they said, and the person in charge of the program needs to talk about it.
The director over there was about to go to bed, and suddenly his back felt cold, and he felt something staring at him, which made him panic.
"Boom boom boom."
"Director, are you asleep?" Yi Heng and several colleagues knocked on the door with several bottles of liquor.
The director opened the door to let them in, saw the wine in their hands, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Yi Heng smiled and said, "There is indeed something I need your help with."
After drinking for three rounds, the director's cheeks were flushed and he was drunk, and they expressed their intentions.
"No! Absolutely not!"
The director was emotional, and he didn't leave any room for rejection: "It's too risky for you to do this!"
"You young people are reckless in doing things without considering the consequences." The director hiccupped.
"We have already talked to our respective units on the phone, and they will send someone tomorrow," Yi Heng said.
"That doesn't work either!" A double image appeared in front of the director's eyes.
Yi Heng tentatively asked him: "I heard that you only need one sentence to get investment?"
The director pouted: "I won't tell you that three sentences are needed."
But he raised five fingers crookedly, he was so drunk.
Knowing that his wine quality was poor, Yi Heng sighed heavily on purpose, and said disappointedly: "Hey, we still overestimated your ability, your right to speak is nothing more than that, I'd better find someone else."
He made a gesture to get up, and the director held him back: "Don't leave, who said I can't do it?!"
Yi Heng provoked him: "Then you can prove it to us."
He winked, and his colleagues echoed. The director would feel dizzy, the voices of these people were so loud, and his stomach hurt everywhere.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore, like a green forest hero going to a restaurant to bark for a drink, he stepped on the stool boldly, waved his hand, and shouted: "Cell phone!"
The colleague hurriedly sent his mobile phone over, he unlocked it in a daze, found the number of his old classmate in the address book, and pressed it domineeringly.
After a few beeps, the phone went through.
"Hello, Lao Wang? I am Lao Li."
"I don't have enough funds for my poverty alleviation program, you can approve it for me tomorrow,"
"I'll buy you a drink when I get back, good wine!"
The director hung up the phone, grinned, and shook his head triumphantly: "See, three sentences, let the boss send me money!"
"good!"
Yi Heng and his colleagues laughed brightly, and they applauded him collectively, the applause was like thunder.
"I've never lost before! Hahaha." The director looked up to the sky and laughed, feeling like he was floating in the sky, his feet were limp, his head was dizzy, surrounded by a group of civil servants, the vanity in his heart swelled and blossomed, and he had become a high-ranking officialThe feeling of being on a high seat, looking down at your subordinates and giving orders, is very wonderful, very wonderful.
Before he shuddered a few times, the dots of light in front of his eyes disappeared, as if he had hid in the middle of the night, and with a bang, he hit his head on the table and completely lost consciousness.
When he woke up the next day, he rubbed his aching head, looked at the messy room, and the call records in his mobile phone, and he was stunned for a long time before realizing what a stupid thing he had done.
Depend on!
He wiped off his cold sweat, calling his old classmate back was more important than the memory of his death, but it was too late, the old classmate was too hardworking, and approved the documents overnight.
Furious, he found Yi Heng and the others and asked them to give an explanation. Yi Heng and the others were very self-conscious and stood under the eaves, waiting to be punished.
The director asked: "Which of you is the mastermind?"
Yi Heng raised his hand: "It's me."
The director said: "I knew it was you bastard! Aren't you full of rules and regulations? Your behavior is a violation of rules and regulations. Let's see how your leader will teach you when he knows!"
A few young and energetic people are not afraid of him at all, and they hold their heads high and say loudly: "The general will not accept the fate of the king!"
"Okay, that's great!" The director said two good things in succession, one biting harder than the other, "Do you know that in ancient times, it would be disrespectful, reckless, and stupid to cut first and then play!"
Another said: "We know, but there are some things that have to be done by someone. If you want to punish us, please let me bear the heaviest part!"
The director gave him a thumbs up: "Sure enough, he was born as a calf and is not afraid of tigers. He wants to be a hero, right? Remember what you just said, and don't cry and beg me when the time comes."
Yi Heng tugged at the colleague's sleeve, told him to stop talking, then turned his head and explained to the director: "This matter can't be regarded as a prelude, in fact, we have already..."
Several horns sounded in the distance, and everyone turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.
In the billowing yellow sand and dust, a unit vehicle was driving towards this side, and as it approached, the logo of the Cultural Bureau was revealed.
The director looked at Yi Heng gloatingly, and said, "Hehe, little bastard, your leader is here, you are going to be in trouble, just wait to be fired!"
Later, if he doesn't give these little bastards a hard copy and ruin their jobs, he will take their surnames!
The author has something to say:
Donβt substitute reality in the era of fiction~Happy New Year