Yang Fan walked into Zhao Xinlong's office.

And Zhao Xinlong didn't look up, he was still writing something on the desk, the pen was flowing, and soon the A4 paper was full of him.

Rubbing his somewhat sore wrist, he put down the pen, raised his head, and paused slightly.

"You... Something? ”

He never thought that it would be Yang Fan who came to find him, which surprised him very much.

It stands to reason that a small security captain is not qualified to come to him directly.

The company has many departments, such as Finance Department, Legal Department, Supervision Department, Screenwriting Department, Film and Television Department, Artist Department, Marketing Department, Personnel Department and so on.

But only the Ministry of Security is an exception, some of the good ones are called the Ministry, and the bad ones are the security team.

So there is no supervisor in the security department, only a security captain.

Because the number of people in the security department is very small, only a dozen people, there is no director.

Yang Fan was the first security captain who dared to knock directly on the door to find him, and he didn't dare to do it before Yang Fan.

Many employees of the company know that he Zhao Xinlong has a very bad temper, and if he angers him, he will be fired directly, no matter how much credit he has in the past.

So he felt that Yang Fan came to him, probably because he didn't know his temper.

"Mr. Yang, I have something I want to tell you."

After Yang Fan walked in, he stood in front of the desk and looked at Zhao Xinlong to speak.

Zhao Xinlong pointed to the rattan chair and motioned for Yang Fan to sit down.

Yang Fan sat down and continued to look at Zhao Xinlong.

Zhao Xinlong frowned and asked, "The company's business?" ”

If it's a company's business, it doesn't seem to be worth paying attention to personally, right?

The security department can find the personnel department, or the artist department, after all, the security department usually has the most contact with these two departments.

"It's my personal business."

Yang Fan thought about it for a while, of course, his identity was a private matter.

Zhao Xinlong saw that Yang Fan said it was a private matter, and his face immediately turned ugly.

"What are you looking for me for private matters? Even if I marry Wen Hui, I am your brother-in-law, and I have to do things officially! ”

"Get out!"

Zhao Xinlong pointed to the door angrily and shouted.

Yang Fan didn't expect Zhao Xinlong to be angry, but he had to say this private matter.

"Mr. Zhao, I used to be a screenwriter."

Yang Fan opened his mouth, looked at Zhao Xinlong, and said in a deep voice.

However, Zhao Xinlong did not have the slightest surprise in his eyes, but glanced at Yang Fan and sneered: "I know, the pen name is Yi'an, right?" ”

"Huh?"

Yang Fan looked at Zhao Xinlong in surprise, he didn't expect Zhao Xinlong to be surprised, but he was surprised by his words.

"Your sister Hui told me."

"She even wanted to intercede that day and asked me to arrange you in the editorial office, but I refused."

"What do you want to find me today?"

Zhao Xinlong glared at Yang Fan and asked in an unkind tone.

Yang Fan was speechless for a moment, his biggest hole card was this, but now it seems that Zhao Xinlong doesn't care about this at all.

His proud identity as a screenwriter is worthless in Zhao Xinlong.

"No, it's fine."

Yang Fan's face was a little lonely and he smiled bitterly, and he got up and wanted to leave here.

Since Zhao Xinlong doesn't care about his identity as a screenwriter, there is no point in continuing to talk about it.

"Wait!"

Zhao Xinlong called out to Yang Fan, then took out a card from the drawer and put it on the outside of the desk, that is, near Yang Fan.

"There are 100,000 yuan here, you can take it, you can settle the compensation of Sweet Orange Film and Television first."

Yang Fan was stunned, looked at this bank card for a long time, and then looked at Zhao Xinlong in disbelief.

Zhao Xinlong leaned back and fiddled with the tumbler ornament at random.

"I'm the boss of the circle, can I not know about your dispute with Sweet Orange Film and Television?"

"This 100,000 yuan is not for you, it can be regarded as an advance of your salary for the next year."

"Don't let me down, be your security captain."

"Get out!"

When Zhao Xinlong said this, he waved his hand impatiently and motioned for Yang Fan to leave.

Yang Fan hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether to take the money.

But thinking that this was an advance of his salary for a year, he also figured it out.

In the next year, I will not have half a penny salary, and I will have to work in Xinlong Media for a year before I can get the money.

But now that they are troubled, if they don't give this money to Sweet Orange Film and Television, they won't give up.

He silently picked up the bank card, and then felt a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, he deeply felt how big a status gap he had with the middle-aged man in front of him.

Sister Hui, she... Found a good home.

"Thank you, chairman, I will work hard!"

Yang Fan blushed, bowed deeply to Zhao Xinlong, and turned to leave.

Zhao Xinlong just shook his head when he saw Yang Fan leaving, and then continued to take the pen to process the documents.

Yang Fan's suffering is just a drop in the bucket in his eyes.

When he started his business ten years ago, he slept on the road, slept under the bridge, was collected by the bank, and even sent dozens of thugs to block himself in the toilet and humiliate him.

That is the real suffering, if he was not strong in his heart, he would have fallen long ago, and there would be no Xinlong Media today.

Yang Fan held the bank card, came out of the office, walked down the stairs, and returned to the office of the security department.

He didn't make a sound all the way, staring at the bank card.

He couldn't figure out why Zhao Xinlong was so indifferent to his identity as a screenwriter no matter what?

He is not arrogant, he has mixed up some famous names in the circle in the past few years, and Yi'an's script, at least within the scope of Jianghai City, is a popular IP.

But why didn't Zhao Xinlong care at all?

Even if Zhao Xinlong says that he will enter the screenwriting department, it is okay.

But he didn't...

"What do you think? Team Yang? ”

Lu Xiao followed Yang Fan into the captain's office, stood behind him and asked with a smile.

He saw that Yang Fan was a little confused, so he took the initiative to come in.

In this security department, the one who can take the initiative to communicate with Yang Fan now is probably Lu Xiao alone.

Other security guards are more or less because of their status, because of their identity, or they are not convinced and are not willing to pay attention to Yang Fan.

Especially Yin Tian, the vice captain, almost never communicates with Yang Fan.

"Lu Xiao, who are the contracted screenwriters of our Xinlong Media?"

Yang Fan put the bank card on the table, then raised his head and asked Lu Xiao.

Lu Xiao was stunned, he didn't expect Yang Fan to ask this, he thought about it carefully.

After all, he is a security guard and does not know much about the screenwriters of the same company.

"There seems to be a woman who is very powerful, what is it called a dream?"

Lu Xiao scratched his head, he really didn't know much.

Yang Fan's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Yang Qingmeng? ”

I don't blame him for his gaffe, he was really scared.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's Yang Qingmeng, let's talk about it in person, and finally succeeded in spending five million to invite this one."

Lu Xiao patted his brain and remembered.

Yang Fan was suddenly bitter, and even laughed at himself.

No wonder, how can such a big film and television company in the circle as Xinlong Media look down on a little person like himself?

Yi'an is indeed very famous in Jianghai City, but it is only limited to Jianghai City, even if Jianghai City is the capital of Dongjiang Province.

But that genius girl Yang Qingmeng is a screenwriter who was born to eat this bowl of rice.

When he was twelve years old, he wrote a fairy tale drama, and it was successfully adapted into a sitcom, which became popular, thus making a name for himself in the circle.

When I was sixteen years old, I wrote a conspiracy drama with a big heroine, and I also changed the TV series, but it is still popular.

Since then, her worth has increased to the million level, and a script can sell for at least one million.

And now this Yang Qingmeng is not very old, only twenty-four or five years old, and he is already a top second-tier screenwriter in China.

There are at least four or five masterpieces.

Compared to this genius girl, is she a fart?

Thinking of this, he blushed and was hot, he really couldn't help himself, and he wanted to use his identity as a screenwriter to let Zhao Xinlong treat himself as a talent?

I'm afraid that I am even more unbearable in Zhao Xinlong's heart, right?

"Who else but Yang Qingmeng? Do you know? ”

Yang Fan was already asking himself at this moment.

Let's just let the storm come more violently, and slap yourself a few big mouths.

In the field you are familiar with, abuse yourself well.

"Tie Guanfeng, little dancer, is a screenwriter trained by our Xinlong Media, I know these two."

Lu Xiao still didn't know why Yang Fan asked this, but he still replied.

Yang Fan was like a dead salted fish, sitting on a chair and looking up at the ceiling.

Tie Guanfeng, a master of martial arts scripts.

Little Dancer, the veteran of the Dushi romantic drama.

Although not as famous as Yang Qingmeng, it is also at the million-level level.

At this moment, Yang Fan's last bit of confidence was gone.

The pride that I once had in my career was shattered by the blow.

Compared with them, I, Yang Fan, am worthless!