Chapter 677 Zhang Sheng, Are You Abusing Your Power for Personal Gain Again?

The ancient and elegant buildings and modern high-rise buildings complement each other under the flashing neon lights. The glittering and prosperous city is reflected by the night sky in the distance, and people come and go...

It has been almost 5 years since I came to Yanjing.

Wang Pangzi, who lives in a tar-filled, dirty, dim Internet cafe every day and plays games every day, never knows when it is day and night, and has never found that Yanjing City is so beautiful.

Standing on the overpass, overlooking the distance, Wang Pangzi suddenly felt a little touched.

At this moment, he seems to be a rich man.

Early November.

"Dungeon" has 2.6 million users.

In mid-November, the number of registered users of "Dungeon" soared from 2.6 million to 3 million!

You know, at this time, [Tengji Technology]'s "Gunfight Glory" only has 3.4 million...

Who would have thought that a horizontal version of a game that looks like an arcade fighting game would be so popular at this moment?

The promotion of "Dungeon" was a great success, and the leaders of the entire ground promotion department were naturally very happy. The leaders gave him a bonus of 20,000 yuan. With the previous business accumulation, he now has a total of more than 50,000 yuan on hand.

In the past few months, he has been promoting "Dungeon" offline in major Internet cafes, and has gradually learned some tricks. In the training again and again, he gradually began to take apprentices.

The current ground promotion team of "Dungeon" is like this. The big leader assigns regional tasks to subordinates and is responsible for training, marketing, and learning. After the subordinates receive the regional tasks, they assign the tasks to the next level. After each leader splits and refines the tasks, he leaves a space for development for the bottom level. In addition to doing tasks, the bottom level people develop downlines and form grassroots ground promotion teams. Well, that is, to pull people into their own team and be the leader...

It looks like a pyramid scheme organization and an insurance organization, but the routine is very useful.

Looking at the green faces.

Fatty Wang felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

This sense of achievement gradually brought out Wang Pangzi's ambition deep in his heart.

He began to watch various videos of [success masters] on the Internet crazily in his spare time at work.

"Don't keep money in your hands, it will depreciate if you keep it in your hands!"

"Be bold, what is the difference between us and rich people?"

"Rich people are bold and dare to invest in everything!"

"And what about us? We are timid and just want to save money. How to save money?"

"Look at Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang is a very typical example. When he was the poorest, he still dared to take on debts. When he had the least money, he still dared to give it a try!"

"Analyze Mr. Zhang's resume, what is it?"

"It's all in!"

"Regardless of everything, all in, all in, all in again!"

"Come on, read it with me, all in, all in, all in!"

"..."

"..."

Watching it, he thought of Zhang Sheng's success step by step.

Somehow, Wang Pangzi was inspired unprecedentedly in his heart!

After thinking all night, he finally set his sights on the stock market, which is now in full swing and booming.

Under the financial crisis of 2008, stock markets around the world were in a state of mourning.

After 2010, the global stock market began to recover gradually. After nearly half a year of ups and downs at the beginning of 2011, the stock market finally started to boom in October.

Although the definitions are different, many people in this world are eager to succeed and even more eager to get rich overnight.

At the same time, there are not a few gamblers in this world who dare to go all in.

The traditional industry makes too little money, and it often takes several months or even years to get a return after investing.

The stock market is different.

You invest money and get immediate results.

Everyone knows that they are likely to be the [leek].

But, maybe, I am a lucky sickle to cut the [leek]? Maybe, I am not sure if I am the stock god?

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This November.

For Ha Wenliang, it is the most painful month.

He followed Zhang Sheng around like a free billboard, advertising Zhang Sheng's [Didi Taxi]...

Damn it!

If he keeps doing this, he'll soon become a platinum member of [Didi Taxi]!

This is a kind of mental torture!

The assistant directors told him every day to report to the top on behalf of the Spring Festival Gala production team, otherwise they would go on strike.

He also reported to the upper-level leaders, who ignored the topic and insisted on not doing anything...

Various rumors spread on the Internet, such as [backdoor], [stuffing people], [this year's Spring Festival Gala is the most commercialized Spring Festival Gala], [the most disappointing Spring Festival Gala], [this year's Spring Festival Gala is probably worse than last year's]...

When Ha Wenliang saw this scene, he felt his blood pressure rise and his head was spinning.

As the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala, he had even thought about how he would stand under CCTV's big pants after this year's Spring Festival Gala and apologize to the people of the country.

"Director Ha, what's the big deal? Don't you want the attention of the Spring Festival Gala? Isn't the attention of this year's Spring Festival Gala strong?"

"..."

"Only with great attention can it have high ratings. I just said that you have a small mindset and can't even bear this little pressure. You..."

"..."

"Director Ha, I really want them to be on the Spring Festival Gala. Are you sure you don't want to see the skit we arranged?"

"..."

"Director Ha, taking a taxi is one thing, and you will reimburse it, right?"

"..."

November 17.

Ha Wenliang had a deep chat with Zhang Sheng for the last time.

Zhang Sheng currently has three programs.

One language skit, two songs, one by A K, and the other by Liu Chungen, a bricklayer...

During the deep chat, Zhang Sheng had seriously hoped that Ha Wenliang could stay and help guide the skit.

But Ha Wenliang finally escaped from Zhang Sheng's devil's den, using the excuse that there were many things to do on the Spring Festival Gala and various reasons.

When he returned to the villa in Yanjing, he felt a little more secure.

Zhang Sheng has a strong brainwashing ability and is full of morality.

When you stay with him, your thinking will unconsciously synchronize with his, and then you will gradually feel that what he says, even some weird words, are very reasonable.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would be completely brainwashed, and then...

After returning to the villa, he followed the assistant director and the editing and directing team to chat with the planning team.

This year's Spring Festival Gala, apart from Zhang Sheng's mess, can actually be saved, as long as they can invite Lin Jianyong, Huang Hongsheng and other sketch masters, and if they can invite Teacher Zhao Degang, it would be even better.

In the past few years, many older artists have retired because of their age, the reform of the Spring Festival Gala, mental pressure, or works.

At the beginning, I didn't feel anything, and I felt that the younger generation also had a group of excellent seedlings, but later, the whole Spring Festival Gala seemed to have changed a bit.

I don't deny the excellence of the younger generation, but they can't hold up the stage. The audience still likes those familiar faces.

From 2009 to 2011, the Spring Festival Gala director team had invited them many times, but...

Without exception, they all ended in failure.

Naturally, Ha Wenliang, like other director teams, grabbed these life-saving straws and wanted to try his last effort.

From November 17 to November 27, these ten days.

Ha Wenliang traveled all over the Northeast, and almost looked for all the seniors he could find.

He also visited them in person, trying to persuade them, but the seniors said they would consider it.

But...

"Teacher Huang Hongsheng said he didn't have a suitable work..."

"..."

"Teacher Zhao Degang has been feeling unwell recently, and his focus is on recuperation..."

"..."

"Teacher Lin Jianyong is free, but if Teacher Huang Hongsheng doesn't participate, he won't participate either..."

"..."

For countless artists in the entertainment industry, the Spring Festival Gala is the greatest honor in their lives, and it is also a kind of recognition.

But for those old seniors, not appearing on the Spring Festival Gala is no longer meaningful.

November 28.

The weather in Yanjing City is getting colder and colder.

The temperature is generally below 7 degrees...

Ha Wenliang sat in the study room of the villa with the air conditioner on, and followed the deputy director group and planning group of the Spring Festival Gala to look at the works reported one by one.

It can't be said to be bad, but there is no highlight at all.

After watching these works, Ha Wenliang also heard some of the rejections from his predecessors.

These ten days...

He was working in vain.

"Is this year's Spring Festival Gala over?"

In the evening.

The north wind was blowing gently by the window outside the study.

One of the assistant directors asked this question awkwardly.

Ha Wenliang did not respond.

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

He glanced at the phone and saw that it was Zhang Sheng who called.

Zhang Sheng seemed to have brought his skits to review.

Although he had complicated emotions towards Zhang Sheng, Ha Wenliang was still very polite when he answered Zhang Sheng's call.

The directors of the Spring Festival Gala were indignant. When they heard that Zhang Sheng was coming, they all expressed that they disdained to associate with Zhang Sheng, and some even scolded Zhang Sheng.

However...

When the door was pushed open, the assistant director who scolded Zhang Sheng first showed a bright smile on his face and even took the initiative to stand up and greet him.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, you're here? It's cold outside, come over and warm up..."

"Mr. Zhang!"

"Director Zhang!"

"Director Zhang, sit here..."

"Director Zhang!"

"..."

In the study room.

Zhang Sheng also greeted these assistant directors with a smile on his face, and then he was humble and said that everyone was a senior. In the face of these directors giving up their seats, he always insisted on sitting in the corner, but he couldn't stand the enthusiasm of these directors, and finally reluctantly sat in the second-in-command position of the Spring Festival Gala director.

Ha Wenliang looked at this scene...

His facial muscles couldn't help but twitch.

A new round of review meetings began under the leadership of Ha Wenliang.

When Zhang Sheng "modestly" took out his two language works, everyone agreed unanimously and gave a green light.

Some people even shamelessly praised Zhang Sheng as the "Bole of the time".

Ha Wenliang felt a wave of flattery. Although he was used to these faces, he still couldn't help feeling disgusted in his heart.

This group of people privately learned about the attitudes of their superiors. Although the superiors did not hint at it, next year, Zhang Sheng, a layman who had just passed the director's certificate exam and did not even have a single film production, would most likely have a certain say in the [Huaxia Directors Association]...

The meeting lasted until 9 o'clock in the evening.

The assistant directors and the planning team dispersed one by one.

Only Zhang Sheng was left in the study.

Ha Wenliang didn't know why, but when he saw Zhang Sheng, he felt a little scared.

He saw Zhang Sheng approaching with a smile.

"Director Ha... I heard some gossip. I heard that you wanted to invite seniors like Zhao Degang to come, but it was not ideal?"

"Yes..." Ha Wenliang nodded.

This is not gossip at all. Now on the Internet, everyone knows that he has been visiting Zhao Degang and others for more than ten days, but it still ended in failure.

"Is it possible that the method is wrong?"

"Mr. Zhang, do you have any insights?"

"Not a great insight, but I will talk about dreams. I think even old artists have artistic dreams..."

"..."

"How about, Director Ha, let's go look for it together?"

"Mr. Zhang, let's not waste this time. There is still more than a month before the Spring Festival Gala program will enter the final review period. Let's not waste this time..."

"How is it a waste of time? It just so happens that my skit also needs some guidance. It's just right to find Huang Hongsheng and Lin Jianyong. As seniors in the skit circle, they should be able to help the younger generation..."

"They are all very busy... Mr. Zhang, we can't bother them..." Ha Wenliang frowned.

During this period of contact with Zhang Sheng, he became more and more aware that Zhang Sheng would give you some nectar even if he was a passing bee.

"Director Ha, you are narrow-minded again. What do you mean by trouble? Maybe if we ask them for help, it will not only not trouble them, but will enhance our relationship..."

"Mr. Zhang..."

"Okay, okay, Director Ha, stop frowning. You are already old. If you frown again, I suspect that I will have to visit your grave next year. Director Ha, don't stand there. Let's go..."

"Mr. Zhang, don't pull me. Where are we going? It's too late..."

"Let's go to the Northeast. I will talk about dreams with my seniors and give them some local specialties..."

"Ah? Mr. Zhang, what I mean is... It's late at night now. If you want to go, go tomorrow. ..."

"That's right, Director Ha, give me a copy of the detailed information of these seniors, preferably the information of their families, I'll think about it... By the way, your villa is so big, there should be a lot of empty rooms, right?"

"Mr. Zhang, what are you doing..."

"Arrange a room for me, I'll sleep here tonight, by the way, our [Fengchao Jisong] has launched a midnight snack event, please help me order a midnight snack, I'm a little hungry, by the way, you go to do the task and get a red envelope, the minimum is 10 yuan for a midnight snack for two..."

"Zhang Sheng!"

"..."

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November 29.

Tieling.

The north wind is biting.

Zhao Degang woke up from his sleep, and then heard his wife Hou Guihua push open the bedroom door.

"The director group of the Spring Festival Gala is here again?"

"Yes, they are here again."

Zhao Degang frowned.

However, he still sighed and walked downstairs from the bedroom.

When he walked downstairs, before he could react, he saw a young man wearing glasses, carrying a big bag of gifts, his eyes lit up!

"Hey, Teacher Zhao is here? Teacher Zhao, you..."

The young man came over excitedly, and then shook hands with him tightly.

"Mr. Zhang?"

The young man's smile was contagious. After both parties sat down, he saw Zhang Sheng's face was full of smiles: "I came here today, and I saw Erya doing a live broadcast on the Internet?"

"The girl is just playing around. By the way, Mr. Zhang, what are you doing..."

"Oh, I watched Erya's live broadcast for a few times. I think she's good. I want to sign her..."

"Hmm?"

"I brought the contract. By the way, Mr. Zhao, do you want to do a live broadcast too?"

"..."

Not far away, Ha Wenliang, who was sitting and drinking tea, turned green when he saw Zhang Sheng coming over not to talk about the Spring Festival Gala but to solicit business.

(Shit!)

(The power is out!)

(Aaaaaah)

(I can’t write anymore after running to the internet cafe…)

(I can only update 4,000 words today!)

(Aaaaaah!)