godfather

The editor-director surnamed Zhang looked at Shaotang, raised his eyebrows, lit a cigarette and stroked the table: "Meng Xiaobei? Meng Xiaobei is a little painter that our program team hired to participate in the preparatory symposium! It is also legitimate to contribute, how can it be said that we plagiarized?!"

Shaotang said sternly: "I recorded the first episode of the show for you. The 2-minute long list of production staff includes the name of our family Xiaobei? Did Xiaobei receive a penny? "

Director Zhang thought for a moment, then his voice softened: "He just participated in the preliminary discussion at the beginning, he is not an official member of the program group, and he has not made much contribution. After all, he did not draw the finished product! How much money and personnel are invested in an animation production? The chief designer begins to finalize the draft, and the supervisor and superior leaders review and revise. For a 10-minute film, our artist team needs to draw [-] to [-] sketches, the scene background map, and then color it. The photographer will then conduct line shooting and post-production , Dubbing... Comrade, you need to understand..."

Shaotang waved his hand, and said bluntly, "I'm an amateur and I don't talk to you professionally. You don't have to fool me, I'll just ask you—you copied his manuscript back then."

Director Zhang pointed to the drawing: "Why can't we say that we copied his work? Look at the little dragon drawn by Meng Xiaobei, the one with wings, our baby little dragon, the wings are taken away!..."

Shaotang raised his hand to interrupt the other party, and said with a sneer, "You are logical. If your baby dragon has taken off its wings, it is not a drawing according to my son's drawing; you put the little lion baby drawn by my son on the head. With two horns, a lion becomes a unicorn. You are not plagiarizing, huh? I, a layman, can tell that this is a litter of cubs born from a mother's womb, or a hybrid tampered with the original! "

After Shaotang finished speaking, he was also full, sucked a pork rib and threw it on the table, wiped his mouth and fingers, put his elbows on the table, and stared at the other party with a calm face.

With such a posture, it seems that he is the boss behind this matter.

Director Zhang's eyes behind the lens began to wander and messy, his momentum became low, and he was speechless for a long time.There are people coming and going around, all colleagues from the TV station, looking this way, someone gossiped and shouted, "Old Zhang, who did you offend? You owe someone else a production fee? Hurry up and ask the station leader to report the bill and pay you!"

In the end, the man showed embarrassment and helplessness, and whispered aggrieved and begged for peace: "Parent, I will tell you the truth. To tell you the truth, I also did it out of helplessness. I am an employee who works for the leader and gets paid. I didn't pay for the money! Why did I come here, I cheated a child with bad intentions?"

"This matter is actually like this. Our chief designer of the original painting is more than 50 years old and highly respected. He is also an old friend of the TV station and a famous animator in the art studio. He has been so old for so many years. He needs this work very much. , he needs this achievement, and this work will be selected for next year's Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Awards..."

After a few words, Shaotang quickly understood that this kind of thing had been experienced too much.Speaking of the basics, the cartoon character modeling that "won the bid" here on the producer's TV station was a rough sketch submitted by Meng Xiaobei.It's not that he, a high school student with basic drawing experience, can surpass the opponent's 50-year-old senior animator in the industry. It's not because of technology, but because of the development of the times. Meng Xiaobei is young and accepts new things.Japan's American animation pop culture has aggressively captured the domestic entertainment market. Children's tastes have undergone earth-shaking changes. Many elderly people can't keep up with the trend of the times. If they don't advance, they will fall behind.However, various factors in terms of reputation, prestige, and favor competed with each other, and Meng Xiaobei was "cannon fodder".

His draft was edited, produced, and shot by others, but in the end he didn't sign his name and became someone else's child.

Director Zhang spread his hands and said: "Our program has already started a trial broadcast. We paid the production team in the early stage and submitted the list of personnel. Now this is the only way to do it. Otherwise, what do you want?"

Shaotang looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth.Such a person is obviously a rogue in the industry. In short, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, knowing that he can't do anything to the other party.

Director Zhang said: "Anyway, we can't invite your son back to make this film. He is still a student! He has to go to school..."

Shaotang snorted coldly: "Even if you want to invite my son again, I won't let him do it with someone like you."

"I just want to make two requests. First, when the second episode of the program starts, put my son's name on it. Don't play with your rules. I will tell you the minimum morals."

"Secondly, our family, Beibei, took your job seriously at the beginning, staying up all night to paint, and my eyes are almost useless. It's not easy for children. What do you think should be done?!"

Director Zhang was extremely reluctant, went upstairs to the office, got an envelope, and handed it to Shaotang privately.

Shaotang unceremoniously accepted the reward that his family Beibei deserved.He is not short of money, he can definitely give Meng Xiaobei a heavy red envelope of lucky money to comfort his son.However, for talented and determined boys, the meanings of the two methods are quite different.

When breaking up with the director at the entrance of the TV station compound, Shaotang left a word to the other party, "You don't have a long-term vision, your eyes are on your buttocks. Our family, Meng Xiaobei, will definitely be famous in the future and become famous! It's a pity! , you are not that Bole."

……

When Shaotang came home, he picked up the big baby, put his arms around his shoulders, and walked all the way on the street. From the back, he looked like two brothers, who were about the same height and body.He moved his head and said to Meng Xiaobei: "Silly boy, be careful with people from now on, and report this kind of thing to your father."

Meng Xiaobei put his hands in his pockets, walked with his head down, and said sullenly: "I originally wanted to give you a surprise during the Chinese New Year."

"I originally thought, when my name is on TV, I will tell you officially, so that you can be proud of me... But the surprise is gone, forget it, I won't disturb you during the Chinese New Year!"

Shaotang pinched his son's shoulders and said in a low voice: "I understand, you are a grown-up, and I am very proud to have this dedication."

Now Meng Xiaobei's heart is also big, and his mentality is completely different from when he was a child.At the age of a kid back then, his little dad frightened the head teacher when he appeared in school as a father. He pretended to be a tiger riding a tiger and touched his buttocks on the back of a tiger and felt that he was so awesome.It's completely different now, Shaotang needs to come forward to smooth things out, it's not an achievement worth showing off, Meng Xiaobei, are you still a three-year-old kid who can't lift his shoes or pocket his trousers?

Shaotang handed the envelope to his son, and Meng Xiaobei's eyes glowed with excitement, like flowers blooming, and asked in surprise, "That man actually gave you money?"

Shaotang disdainfully said: "It's strange that he can pay, and he wouldn't fool you at the beginning! They took the budget from the producer, and the initial funds have been spent, and he has no money in his hands as a handyman, let alone Might spit out his share."

The choreographer gave Meng Xiaobei a few discount coupons from the Friendship Store, and a meal coupon from a high-end restaurant for Spring Festival cultural performances. They can eat for free, and together they are worth a lucky red envelope.

This kind of coupons is obviously a favor and benefit fee given by the merchant to the TV station personnel.When the program team goes out to cover and report the news of a unit, the businesses of the related unit often treat guests and do business in private, and some even hand out red envelopes directly at the press conference.

Shaotang stuffed the coupon into the pocket of Meng Xiaobei's jacket, pinched his face: "Baby, your salary!"

Meng Xiaobei smiled so much that his eyes narrowed, lines of joy appeared at the corners of his eyes, and he gave his little daddy an ambiguous look...

The father and father were very happy, so they went directly to the Friendship Store when they went to the city that day.

Shaotang was optimistic about an imported camera in the store in advance, thinking of buying it for Xiaobei during the Chinese New Year as a New Year's gift.Meng Xiaobei looked at the price, it's expensive, dear father, this is your salary allowance for two years, right?

Shaotang said, we have internal coupons, cheap and discounted.And if there is no coupon, imported electrical appliances at this price need to be booked three months in advance. The shopping malls get the order form and are now purchasing from Japanese manufacturers, which is difficult for ordinary people to buy.

The two of them leaned over the counter and studied together for a long time, with great interest. The man's interest in cameras is second only to his enthusiasm for cars.Then Shaotang took out his passbook on the spot and went to the bank next door to withdraw a wad of cash.The big transaction in the store was more than [-] yuan, and he dared not conduct it at the counter outside. The manager of the photographic equipment department came out to receive him in person, politely invited his father and son into the single room at the back, sat on the sofa, drank tea, inspected the goods face to face, and counted money ——This is the earliest VIP level service.

Shaotang bought this Nissan Yashica SLR camera and gave it to Meng Xiaobei.

Meng Xiaobei came out of the store, covered his face with his hands, his ears were red, and he bubbling with pride and pretended to shout: "Hey mom, it's too expensive! You can sell me for less than 1000 yuan ahhh ah!"

Shaotang sneered and said, "Don't pretend to me."

Meng Xiaobei strangled his little father's neck from behind, and breathed hot air into his ear, and said an intimate word with color.

Shaotang laughed.

Shaotang glanced at Meng Xiaobei, his eyes were deep: "Your little butt will be mine in the future."

"I paid in advance. The camera was bought for you to play with. Your boy washed his butt and kept it for me."

……

China Central Television voted and auctioned a masterpiece of masterpieces, and built a magnificent Grand View Garden in the southern suburbs of Beijing, which was officially opened to the public this year.Shaotang takes Meng Xiaobei to visit the Grand View Garden during the Chinese New Year.The two of them hooked their shoulders and walked happily on the covered bridges, waterside pavilions, and winding paths leading to secluded places, and used their cameras to take pictures of a cold and beautiful red plum outside the Changcui Nunnery.

Meng Xiaobei stepped on the white snow and leaned against the red plum tree, posing coquettishly, while Shaotang knelt on one knee a few meters away to take a photo of his son.

There are green bamboos lined up outside the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and there are graceful and beautiful photos of Chen Daiyu in the TV series version hanging inside the pavilion, as well as an exhibition of potted plum blossoms. There are many tourists, and the warm current is surging in the cold winter.

Meng Xiaobei took the camera and pointed at it: "Godfather, stand among the plum blossoms, and I'll take a picture for you."

He Shaotang looked back, and said seriously: "There is Lin Daiyu's photo, I won't take it, it's not from the same age."

Meng Xiaobei shook his shoulders and laughed twice: "You are Daiyu, Sister He, quickly pose!"

The little bastard was so tired of living, Shaotang raised his eyes to look around, and covered Meng Xiaobei's camera with his hands: "Don't make trouble, don't shoot..."

Meng Xiaobei suddenly recalled eight or nine years ago, when the two first met, in the Xigou army barracks, the guy who was injured and sick was lying under the bed and humming.Meng Xiaobei said: "Tangtang, I want to hear your panting, come here."

"Ouch!!"

"what--"

With a camera around his neck, Meng Xiaobei was kicked out of the gate of the Xiaoxiang Hall by his younger father, and ran into the snow, where he slipped on his ass and sat down in the snow, protecting his precious camera.He was pinched by Shaotang so much that he screamed and begged for mercy... Green bamboos became forests, snow was falling, and the ends of their hair were covered with crystal snow.