On Friday morning, Li Xiaole, the big celebrity of the group in everyone's eyes, suddenly did not participate in the routine meeting, but asked for leave, and at the same time asked for leave Han Sanpin, deputy general manager.

And no one thought that Li Xiaole was in the VIP ward of the Armed Police General Hospital with Han Sanpin at the moment.

The doors and windows in the ward are tightly closed, the lights are bright, and unlike in the past, in the ward, where the sound of needles can always be heard on the ground, there is a crackling sound of an abacus at this time.

Stacks of papers were neatly placed on the table next to the bed, and the two sturdy men took the documents one by one and placed them on the left hand side of the person on the hospital bed.

Li Xiaole, who was standing far away in the corner of the wall, looked at the person on the bed curiously, which was a little different from what he imagined, his father's university teacher, the old director of Beiying, looked more surprising than he imagined, although he was sitting on the hospital bed, his tall eyebrow bones, his white eyebrows lowered to the bottom, his wrinkled but extraordinary face, the bright eyes, and the ten slender fingers flying like electricity on the abacus, the movements did not feel like an old man over seventy years old at all, but like an energetic middle-aged man.

The most impressive thing is the feeling that emanates from his whole body, extremely calm, like an old monk, and no one can see that he is currently suffering from conservative radiotherapy.

Even if he doesn't know the details of his past experiences, Li Xiaole can imagine that the current chairman of China Film must have experienced twists and turns in the world when he was young, so he could exude such a sense of serenity.

He himself was actually surprised that Han Sanpin would take him to meet the chairman of the group who could hardly be looked at by anyone. The majestic Xie Yang had a calm face and was energetic and calculating, making people can't believe that he is now suffering from cancer and is about to die.

It's just that in the air-conditioned ward, he has never sweated, but fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his ears moved slightly, as if listening to the rhythm of his abacus.

In the past half of the year, the financial income of the entire group of China Film has obviously entered the computer age, but Xie Yang is still used to using this old equipment.

The man "Xiao He", who was closest to Xie Yang and was strong and strong, but had a smiling figure in a doll, took a towel and swept it in the basin of clear water, twisted it gently, walked behind Xie Yang on the left side, stood on tiptoe, raised his hand, tried not to block his sight, and dried the beads of sweat on his left forehead for him.

The accounts came out one by one, and Han Sanpin kept taking the account sheets from Xie Yang's hand, and then arranged them and reframed them in the folder, for fear of making a mistake, he had to check it carefully every time to rest assured.

Xie Yang has been able to stand in Beiying and China Film for 40 years, and a very important reason is that the group's income and expenditure have always been in his hands, and now the actual financial director of China Film Group is Xie Yang himself.

Xie Yang's eyes sparkled, and he looked at the two financial income and expenditure statements fixedly. At this time, he stopped the abacus in his hand, and the whole ward fell silent.

Li Xiaole, who was standing on the side, looked at Xie Yang from a distance, and found that the beads of sweat on his forehead had also been strangely collected, and the face that was still full of excitement just now was like a woodcut, without any expression, and his face seemed to be more than ten years old, and he couldn't see any emotion.

"One of your TV series and one movie has made up for China Film's losses for 3 years?" Xie Yang said in an extremely low and thick Hunan accent, his eyes flashing with essence, and he looked at Han Sanpin.

"Xie Lao, this is a good time for our second production, and now the domestic market has recovered a bit, and it is not a big achievement." Han Sanpin replied softly.

"Then Weishenme Yansuke's first studio is still like that?" Xie Yang's tone was full of questioning: "It also cost millions of dollars, and the box office of Weishenme is only a hundred thousand?" What are they shooting? ”

"Elder Yan has the difficulties of Elder Yan...... He worries a lot, and he can't take his hands off to take care of it. Han Sanpin thought for a moment and replied sincerely.

"I've seen what they filmed, it's not worth that much money, you go check it, it's time to check it." Xie Yang sighed faintly, and only then did his gaze turn to Li Xiaole in the corner.

"Director Li, come here, Old Xie has something to say to you." Han Sanpin hurriedly called him.

Li Xiaole walked over, lowered his head and didn't look at Xie Yang, according to his seniority, Xie Yang was his father's teacher, and this rule still had to be talked about.

"It's been very hard to film." Xie Yang looked at Li Xiaole, and the expression on his face gave people a feeling of spring breeze.

Li Xiaole lowered his head and said calmly: "I'm just doing my job well." ”

"I watched your "Crazy Stone", as well as "Soldier Assault", I have an idea, and the shooting is very good." Xie Yang smiled.

"It's all the support of the group, the employees are united, and the actors are doing their best, and they put forward a lot of opinions on the spot." Li Xiaole said modestly.

"It's just someone pulling you back and making you uncomfortable, right?" Xie Yang looked at him and said.

Li Xiaole stopped talking for a while, and looked at Han Sanpin, but Han Sanpin didn't speak.

Xie Yang's eyes looked at Han Sanpin again, and stared at him: "Taking into account the overall situation and being efficient, these are your strengths, but you are too tactful and refuse to offend people, even your subordinates dare not tell the truth, knowing the disunity in the group, you can't pretend to be invisible, and now your directors are making it difficult for others to film, how did you become a deputy general manager?" ”

Han Sanpin hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Old Xie, I'm just not a great talent who can manage the overall situation, and when I took over this deputy manager, I was already going to tell you that I couldn't do a good job." ”

"Don't use that as an excuse." Xie Yang coughed violently a few times, and his tone became stern: "You want me to lose my old age, and then you are building a good reputation to watch the mess, right?" ”

"Old Xie, you have wronged me, you are my teacher, don't you know me." Han Sanpin finally became a little anxious, and said in a trembling voice.

"So what do you mean? I've been sick for a few years, and the group has become like this, don't you know? Xie Yang said in a deep voice.

"It's not a day or two, I've heard a little bit." Han Sanpin said helplessly.

"Then you don't report to me, and let Yan Jie report to me every day? Are you afraid of offending Yan Fusheng? ”

Han Sanpin was silent again, this majestic Han president in China Film could only be timid in front of Xie Yang.

Xie Yang looked at Li Xiaole at this time: "Director Li, if he doesn't say it, you can say it." ”

Li Xiaole was stunned for a moment, his heart turned, but he figured out the situation, although Han Sanpin now has the strength to have the opportunity to take charge of China Film, but he is afraid that his teacher will bear the notoriety of lax management by doing this, so he has never wanted to make things clear, not to mention that he is also a little worried, does his teacher Xie Yang really want to let go and let China Film Group reorganize him? After all, once the power is in hand, it is difficult to give up, in a word, the heart of the monarch is unpredictable.

And what is Xie Yang's attitude? To be honest, Li Xiaole didn't know a high-level figure like Xie Yang, he had never seen it in his previous life, and he couldn't judge whether Xie Yang was testing Han Sanpin's ambitions, or did he hate iron and steel, and felt that he lacked courage?

But there is one thing he can, in the future, Han Sanpin will eventually become the chairman of China Film, if Xie Yang wants to take possession of the chairman power himself, Han Sanpin will never be able to take the position, in his memory, Xie Yang, the former chairman of China Film, applied for retirement by himself.

Yes, Xie Yang meant that he wanted Han Sanpin to take over.

"Old Xie, let me interject, I believe that Mr. Han is not afraid of offending Yan Fusheng, nor is he afraid of offending Yan Jie, he is involved in you." Li Xiaole figured this out, and he had a lot of confidence.

Han Sanpin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, what happened to Li Xiaole, who has always been very good at reading people's faces, today? What is he doing here?

"Oh? How do you say that? Xie Yang looked at Li Xiaole curiously.

"The reason is very simple, there is corruption within China Film Group, everyone knows this, but if it is to be rectified, who will bear the biggest responsibility? Yan Jie, Yan Fusheng? Are they primarily responsible? Li Xiaole paused here and said word by word:

"No, I don't think they are the main responsible person, the real responsible person is the chairman of China Film Group, that is, you Xie Lao, if you want to rectify it, the first thing is to rectify Xie Lao."

"Director Li~!"

As soon as he said this, Han Sanpin's face immediately turned as pale as paper, and he shouted loudly, looking at Li Xiaole in shock, how could this Li Xiaole talk like this? Such impulsiveness is to harm others and yourself!

Xie Yang's extraordinary face was expressionless, looking at Li Xiaole and finding that he was not afraid at all, but there was no anger and resistance to Jiashi. I was also secretly surprised in my heart.

A young man, in the face of his questioning just now, either Mingzhe protected himself and avoided the topic, or was provoked to be angry and confronted him-for-tat, Xie Yang's purpose was of course the latter, but to his surprise, Li Xiaole seemed to see through his intentions, and he had no emotion at all, and said this as if he was cooperating with him.

Yan Jie and Han Sanpin are not delicate, the city is deep, and they can control it in different ways, but they originally wanted to control this Li Xiaole, but now they have a faint feeling of being mastered by him, and it is really unbelievable that a person from his grandchildren would give him this feeling.

"Pour them a cup of tea, they're thirsty after waiting so long." Xie Yang asked Xiao He, who was waiting beside him, to pour them two cups of tea, and these two sentences were spoken in Hunanese.

Li Xiaole took the purple sand teacup and took a sip of the sweet and refreshing tea, only to feel a lot more comfortable, and the little He said with a smile: "This tea is Xie Lao's favorite, and he is usually reluctant to give it to others." ”

After saying this, Xiao He saw Xie Yang's look at him, nodded, took out a box from under the bed, took out stacks of folders, which seemed to be account books, and handed them to Li Xiaole and Han Sanpin.