On the other side, after Qin Feng returned home from get off work, he began to enjoy the most peaceful and enjoyable time of the day.
He has many anonymous real estate properties in Guanhai City. After all, as a first-class writer, it is hard to explain that he does not have many properties.
But on weekdays, I live in a rental house with a monthly rent of 1,500 yuan.
Since the Internet developed, everyone has more or less their own label or other identity, such as online name, such as part-time job.
The simplest example is that friends of different categories in QQ and WeChat know themselves with different identities. They have one identity in front of netizens, one identity in front of friends in the same city, and another identity in front of relatives, friends and friends.
Qin Feng carefully separated Qin Wuxiang from himself.
In order to prevent his ordinary life as a small employee of a television station from being disrupted, he worked hard in private.
I basically rely on the subway to travel, eat in the canteen at the company, and go out to restaurants with my colleagues when I'm out in the field.
Even in order to cope with the situation when colleagues suddenly come to visit his home, he usually lives in this old community not far from Youth Square.
This is the family building of the nearby naval hospital. It has been an old community for thirty or forty years, and not all family members live there anymore.
The four-story small gray building has seen its age from the outside. There are creepers at the base of the wall. Except for the strict access control, it cannot compare with the new community.
Passing through the narrow corridor and opening the door, you are faced with an even narrower entrance hall. Most of the 60-square-meter room is a living room.
After putting down my backpack, a thin layer of sweat formed on the back of my neck and forehead. I took off my clothes with a sigh of relief, folded them and put them on the back of the chair. I turned around and went into the bathroom to rinse my arms with water to cool them down.
After taking a shower, he felt much more refreshed. He closed the doors and windows and turned on the air conditioner. Qin Feng turned to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He took two eggs and half of the remaining cabbage and prepared to stir-fry some noodles.
After eating and washing up, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He took a can of ice-cold Coke from the refrigerator, washed some fruits, put it in front of the computer to play some games, and then started coding.
It was completely dark outside. He closed all the curtains, turned on the lights, and closed the door to the room. The small space made Qin Feng feel an inexplicable sense of happiness.
The mobile phone placed on the table vibrated, and Qin Feng subconsciously pressed the volume button to mute it.
After work, work has nothing to do with you.
It was just that he glanced at the work group out of habit, and a message caught his attention.
Recording Xiao Wang: [Brother Tai is too...]
Got any gossip?
Human essences include doves, repeaters, lemon essences, true incense and gossip. Qin Feng was no exception. He peeked at the screen with great interest to see what was going on.
Brother Tai has long been at odds with the evening program department, and the work he can get away with has nothing to do with the other side. Extraordinary matters and unexpected work always break the department's work plan, causing colleagues to often complain.
Director Wang didn't know why, but he never thought about breaking up with Brother Tai. He always did Tai Chi and threw away some work, and the matter passed.
Because the two departments are in a competitive relationship, colleagues occasionally complain about Tai Ge's department.
Field manager Liu: [Yeah, that’s too much. It’s obviously our show, and we should handle the field management. But except for showing the way to people and managers at the beginning, I never showed my face again. We don’t even ask for signatures... Brother Tai is bullying us just because the director is not here. 】
Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly. What star could make Liu complain like this, and make Tiger so embarrassed that he ran to the studio of the evening program?
Is Director Wang finally hiring a third-tier star from an eighteenth-tier star? !
Qin Feng is not interested in celebrities, but feels that the department is finally saved... This is performance, it is KPI. Next time the big leaders hold a group meeting, their department will not have to lower their heads and look at the table!
I hope tonight's ratings can increase a bit. The department must not be disbanded. Losing field opportunities means that your retreat is cut off, and you may also lose contact with Wang Anruo.
Director Zhao Ming: [It’s a pity that Xiao Qin has such a good opportunity. 】
Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and tapped his finger on the screen a few times.
Copywriter Xiao Qin: [What about me, Brother Zhao? 】
Director Zhao Ming (voice): [Xiao Qin, you...oh, you'd better not know. Oh, what a pity. 】
Field Manager Liu: [Indeed. 】
Recording King: [+1]
One by one, they didn't tell Qin Feng and didn't bother to ask.
His personality is like this, he is too lazy to care about work after work.
Qin Feng shook his head slightly and pressed the pause button, but he could guess pretty well.
It's just that the guests at the scene praised the manuscript again but I was not there. This kind of thing was not uncommon in the past, but I really didn't like those 18th-tier starlets, and I was not willing to spend some words on the scene to flatter them.
It’s better to go home and think more about writing suspense or romance for the next publication.
For example, the document opened on the screen now contains the outline of a novel that is a blockbuster for the entire literary world and many of his fans.
"Hmm... let's put a little more sense of expectation here. To match the plot, we should design a supporting character who will end up with only three or two lines, but it should be tragic enough to be remembered by everyone."
At this moment, a rapid ringtone rang, but it was not the cell phone at hand.
Qin Feng turned around and took down a mobile phone from the bookshelf next to him.
This is his work phone——
That is Qin Wuxiang's working machine.
The contacts there are all well-known big shots, such as literary figures, leading figures in the Chinese music scene, senior directors from Hong Kong Entertainment and national-level actors from China Entertainment, etc.
The caller ID showed "BJ Film Studio—Director Chen."
He stopped typing. Qin Feng still respected this relatively famous representative among the five generations of directors.
As a screenwriter in a certain theme movie, he wrote a script for a unit drama for Director Chen. The two got to know each other and collaborated frequently after that.
The most recent collaboration is with Director Chen preparing to remake "Spherical Cloud".
Qin Feng knew immediately that this call should also be about a movie.
"Hey, Director Chen."
"Long time no see, Teacher Qin." Director Chen's greeting came from the other end of the phone: "You haven't been busy lately, can you talk?"
"Fortunately, I'm preparing the outline of the next book. It's convenient to talk. What can I do for Director Chen?" Qin Feng picked up the Coke and took a sip, looking at the fluorescent screen in front of him.
Logically speaking, coffee should be more atmospheric at this time, but Qin Feng feels that happy water replaces extreme simplicity with pure happiness, which is much better than coffee.
"That's it, Teacher Qin. I would like to invite Teacher Qin to show up at the movie launch ceremony at the end of September."
Director Chen paused and continued: "In addition, I would like to ask you to make a New Year's film with our team and all the leading actors to promote the movie... Then I will introduce a few new people to you, One of the actresses really reminded me of the old timers."
