Chapter 380 Small Things

"Li Geng?"

"Li Geng?"

Aunt Yu pushed open the door, and saw Li Geng still slept soundly, saying, "Li Geng, aren't you going to the crew with Xiao Xu today?"

Li Geng on the bed had already woken up, but he didn't want to get up. Jin Fangfang pulled Wang Yaqin. Zhang Yang didn't take it seriously during the rehearsal, and even felt that he was making a big deal. Even though he paid a little attention to Wang Yaqin's "200,000" later, it was only a little bit.

Because "200000" is just a number for him, and it is a number without Xu Rong's nod.

The day before yesterday, an employee in the company caused trouble because among the public year-end bonus details, Zhang Lin, the highest one, got 500,000 yuan. As for the one who caused trouble, there was no penny.

He didn't get a penny, but he didn't make a fuss or say anything.

But compared with Wang Yaqin's dazzling string of "0s", he felt a little unbalanced.

Asking for himself, he didn't think he had done more than Wang Yaqin, but even if he had no credit, he would have worked hard, right?

Wang Yaqinguang’s year-end bonus is more than three times his salary!

He can't understand, why?

What made him even more unacceptable was that in the past three days, neither Xu Rong nor Jin Fangfang had contacted him, nor even Wang Yaqin had sent even a single word of message. It seemed that his feelings were completely insignificant.

"Li Geng?"

"Li Geng?"

"I won't go!" Li Geng said in a muffled voice, responding to his mother's inquiry.

He really doesn't want to go anymore, there is no one who bullies people like this.

Li Xuejian, who was about to go out, heard the sound and was about to wear a hat and paused. He stood at the door and listened to his wife's deep and heartfelt consolation.

"Okay, what's wrong with this? Who are you angry with?"

"If you don't want to go, don't go. You get up first and eat, eat before sleeping, ha?"

Li Xuejian sighed, walked gently to the door, waved to his wife who was looking over, and when his wife left the room, he carried a chair and sat next to his son's bed.

"Why, are you still angry with your brother?"

Li Geng seemed not expecting his father to come, and immediately said, "I don't have one!"

Li Xuejian smiled twice. Before he decided not to give Li Geng the year-end bonus, Xu Rong called him and talked about some ideas about Li Geng. At first, Xu Rong originally wanted to pay Li Geng a holiday fee of 20,000 yuan. After all, Li Geng was a job no matter what the holiday was. After the New Year, he had to buy them some gifts or something.

After he considered it, he refused Xu Rong's kindness, which cost 20,000 yuan. For the two, they only said a few more lines, because with their value and popularity, if they missed their faces in the play, they would be far from being able to beat 200,000 yuan.

However, this was a huge sum of money, and to some extent, it was still a recognition of his performance throughout the year.

Li Xuejian listened to his son's insincere tone and asked, "Is it because he didn't give him a year-end bonus?"

Seeing that Li Geng was still facing his back to him, no one knew his son better than his father, Li Xuejian knew that his son was complaining to Xu Rong in his heart. He paused and said, "I also approve of the fact that he would not give me the year-end bonus in advance."

After quiet for a while, Li Geng turned around suddenly and looked at Li Xuejian in confusion.

Li Xuejian still smiled and said, "Do you want to know what he said?"

"What can I say? It's probably another test, and he's the best at drawing cakes for people."

"If you think so, you will underestimate him too much, and you will underestimate the thousands of colleagues who are being suppressed by him."

Li Xuejian shook his head and said, "He said, you are already an adult, but you are still like a child. You always let your temper and love to play. I have to give you the last guarantee of everything."

"Hu"

Seeing that his son subconsciously supported his body, he was about to refute loudly. Li Xuejian raised his hand and said, "You listen to me first."

Li Geng opened his mouth twice and lay down again.

"He said, he couldn't understand, because that's the case, what's the point of growing up?"

Li Geng was a little confused, and even didn't make a turn for a while. What is the meaning of growing up?

What's the meaning?

Li Xuejian still smiled and said, "I told him that you are my son, and it is my responsibility to give you my best."

Li Geng now understood, and Xu Rong's original words were: "Li Geng is still like a child, and he needs his father to protect everything. So what is the meaning of his growth?"

"He asked me, what if you die?"

"What he said is so ugly." Li Xuejian unconsciously rubbed the hat in his hand, smiling a little reluctantly, "This should be the most excessive sentence he has said since he knew me."

Li Geng looked at the folds on his father's face and fell silent for a moment.

The two were silent. After a while, Li Xuejian sighed suddenly and said with emotion: "Your brother, no matter how you say he is, some say he is good, some say he is bad, some say he is bad, some say he is ruthless, some praise him for his bodhisattva's heart, but no matter what, there is no hypocrisy to our family. You say you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination, they find you a school, a tutor, you say you want to be a director, and they find you a famous director. I don't owe many favors in my life, but I really dare not say that I don't owe anyone."

Li Geng was stunned when he looked at the layers of folds on his father's face. He always felt that his father was still young, just as he always thought he was still a child.

But at this moment, he looked at the pleats on his father's face and listened to what he said, for no reason, his nose was rarely a little sour.

"It's just a year-end bonus of tens of thousands of dollars, that's nothing?" Li Xuejian looked at his son and asked in an inquiring tone, "Do you really think he cares about that little money?"

"To say you are not happy, if you buy a piece of clothing for his wife, he may not be able to make any move. You must know that you are just an apprentice. When someone was an apprentice, he spent 2 million to learn skills from Tong Zixuan. Now he provides you with opportunities to learn skills, but in the end you don't give you money, you are not happy?"

Li Geng opened his mouth and said, "I, no."

"Say more beautiful words, so many people can't even ask for such opportunities. You have to know that he is twenty-five, and you are twenty-five. As long as you follow him well, he can eat meat and will never let you drink soup, because you are closer than you, no."

This sentence shocked Li Geng and asked, "No, right? I don't feel like he doesn't take me seriously?"

"Even if you didn't stand here, he might not have paid attention to me."

Li Xuejian denied again: "I recognize the last sentence you said, but because I am here, he will not take you seriously, because you are the one who can really help him, with so many people in the Art Theater and so many classmates. Why don't he let others be his assistant? He insists on letting you learn is one aspect. The most important thing is that he wants to understand you and hopes that you can understand him. If you don't believe me, think carefully, who else can compare with you in the treatment of other people around him?"

"As for his high demands on you, do you think his high demands on you have high demands on him?"

"But, I think he's having a very happy life?"

Li Xuejian laughed and said, "You only saw thieves eating meat, but you didn't see thieves being beaten. They suffered so much. Don't even say you can eat it, you don't dare to taste it."

Seeing that his son wanted to refute again, Li Xuejian said, "If you are not convinced, go to Chen Kaige and say you want to learn filming with him."

"He doesn't know me."

"Can you guard his door?"

Seeing that Li Geng stopped talking, Li Xuejian stood up and said, "I'm telling you all the words. Don't be stupid. Get up quickly and don't eat anymore. Go over quickly."

Li Geng nodded subconsciously because he thought about it carefully and it was really the case. No one can compare to Xu Rong's training for himself.

"By the way, be diligent and quick."

"I know."

On the car.

Xu Rong looked at Li Geng in the driver's seat, a little uncomfortable, and joked: "Oh, Li Cha, it's not easy for you to be a driver for me?"

Li Geng smiled and said, "Hi, Sister Yaqin is working very hard, let him take a break."

Xu Rong was not surprised. Li Geng didn't go to work for three days. He just heard Wang Yaqin say that every bonus he gave was for a clear reason. For example, Zhang Lin had a clear indicator this year, so she got 500,000. If the indicator is not reached next year, she would not get 100,000 or even a penny, and she would know it in her heart.

But on the other hand, if everyone is confused about the bonus they can get and is happy to get 500,000, but if they suddenly get only 100,000 in a certain year, then they will not understand it, thus forming a phenomenon of driving people away because of more money.

"Brother, I have a question, that is, why did you send all the money? I heard that the studio was not profitable this year?" Li Geng adjusted his mentality very quickly, because he thought he was an absolute "direct lineman", and his starting point for considering the problem was immediately different.

"You can't say that, isn't there still a surplus of 600,000?"

Wang Yaqin took the opportunity to add: "Some days, Sister Fangfang held department manager meetings every day to review the shortcomings of annual work."

"Hahaha."

Xu Rong also smiled. Li Geng was willing to learn, but he was never stingy with him. Xu Xing's brain restricted her future development. She couldn't do things like doing rough work and cheating, but Li Geng cultivated it well and corrected his values ​​slightly, and he was a good player.

So he explained with a smile: "This is not how I do things. If everyone is 10,000 or 20,000 yuan this year, I can make a profit of 10 million yuan. Of course, there will be no big problem. The studio is still in its infancy."

"But if the studio makes more money next year and pays 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, everyone will feel unbalanced. Why do you take away 9.9 million yuan when you make a profit of 10 million yuan, and you have to take away 49.9 million yuan? If this happens, the team will see that there is no hope for you to follow you, and that will not be able to do it."

"But you can't make money?"

Xu Rong shook his head and said, "The account is not settled like this. I can be sure that everyone in the studio will work hard next year. Zhang Lin got 500,000 and Jin Fangfang got 4 million. This is all visible and tangible. As long as you can create value, 500,000 and 4 million are just the initial stage. You can convey these words privately."

The first snow in Tianjin in 2011 didn't come at all, but Xu Rong could no longer waste it. Perhaps according to the habits of the Hong Kong crew, they could wait until next year, but he couldn't wait, and Hairun couldn't wait either.

Because he has no schedule next year, don’t say that year, even the following year, his schedule is basically full.

When he arrived at the crew and got the new arrangement, Xu Rong was stunned because he found that there was no arrangement on the 25th and 26th. He looked at Wang Yaqin in surprise: "What's going on these two days?"

“Christmas Eve and Christmas?”

Xu Rong nodded. Before he was seventeen years old, he had learned about Santa Claus from books, but he didn't know what Christmas Eve and Christmas were. Now he understood and said, "I really forgot my ancestors."

Mainland crews will have holidays due to holidays, only the Spring Festival. I have never heard of Christmas holidays, but since they are Hong Kong crews, it is understandable.

But what made him wary of was that on the other hand, as a practitioner of the cultural industry, he was very clear about the values ​​rooted in this festival, such as the customs of ancestor worship and New Year greetings during the Spring Festival. It contained traditional culture with "home" as the core for two thousand years. Similarly, Christmas was originally a celebration of the birth of Jesus.

This involves a content that ordinary people cannot think about, and follows the form.

Is formalism meaningful?

I volunteer to join China(), support(), and abide by().

For any party member, what should be filled in the brackets is almost an instinct. Although it is extremely difficult to practice than human desires and instincts, while satisfying desires, you can understand that you are doing incorrect things.

Mr. Lu once said that there is no road in this world, but when more people walk, it becomes a road. In other words, there is no road in this world. If a person walks more from a certain place, even if he cannot, it becomes a path.

Xu Rong knew that this was a habit formed in Hong Kong in 1999 and could not be changed overnight or individuals.

He turned his head, picked up the notebook, and said, "You go and buy me a new notebook later."

“Is this important?”

“It’s very important.”

Xu Rong nodded subconsciously and said, "You start doing things now, don't believe in any big business and ignorant words, and do not give in to the words of big gifts. If you observe carefully, you will find that at least 99% of successful people are paranoid about details."

Wang Yaqin subconsciously nodded her head. She had a deep understanding of this because Xu Rong was such a person.

(End of this chapter)
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