Chapter 115 Li Zhiming, Who Was Promoted: As Long as He Does Not Break the Law, I Will Definitely Protect Him in the Future!

Chen Xiao was so amused by this scene that he asked curiously, "Why did Senior Chazelle come here?"

"Because I want to present an award to Farewell My Concubine."

As he said this, Chazelle stuffed the banknotes into his pocket.

Locke's scalp tightened when he heard this, and he quickly turned around and looked around. Seeing that there were no reporters, he breathed a sigh of relief. Chazelle is really a lunatic. If reporters heard this, they might make up some rumors.

Chazelle glanced at him, "Why are you so nervous? The media is here, so I say the same thing. Is there a problem? There is no problem with the award."

Locke was so annoyed by him that he didn't want to talk to him anymore. He looked at Chen Xiao and smiled politely. "If Director Chen changes his mind, please contact me at any time. I'll leave first, and you two can chat slowly."

After that, he gave Chen Xiao an electronic business card and left angrily.

Chazelle shook the drink in his hand and said with a smile: "We can cooperate if there is a chance. Don't worry, I don't do factional things."

"Well, thank you senior."

The two chatted about their feelings about the shooting for a while, exchanged contact information, and ended the conversation.

After the celebration banquet, Chen Xiao returned to the room. It was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

He yawned, replied to the message on his phone briefly, washed up and got into bed.

It was April 1st, and he returned to China after waking up.

I landed on the night of the 1st. I attended the opening ceremony on the morning of the 2nd, took off to Sichuan Province in the afternoon, adapted and reorganized for a day, and started shooting on the 4th.

It was one o'clock in the morning in Italy, and he fell asleep.

But it was eight o'clock in the morning in China, and the news was rolling in.

Needless to say, the news media software, even people's circle of friends, was full of celebrations such as "New awards! Big face!" "We won the championship!" "Two of the three major awards belong to us!"

The small TV on the bus was playing news about the Venice Film Festival.

In the classroom and office, gossipers mostly chat about the Venice Film Festival.

On the TV in the university cafeteria, CCTV-1's "Early News" also congratulated the "Farewell My Concubine" team for winning 5 awards.

Chen Xiao's hometown.

Chen Mingfu finished breakfast and was about to go to school. He had a class at 10 o'clock this morning.

Just as he was about to change his clothes, his cell phone rang.

He answered the phone and the principal's voice came from the speaker.

"Teacher Chen, congratulations!"

After a polite exchange, the principal said, "Let's change your class to online today. This morning, we found many students from other schools in the school, all of whom came to visit, ahem, to visit you. Let's change it to online."

Chen Mingfu's mind instantly recalled the last doomsday zombie-like scene, took a breath, and decisively agreed.

"Okay! Thank you, principal, I'll go to the system to apply now!"

After hanging up the phone, he felt proud and depressed.

Proud that his son won a big award and won glory for the country.

Depressed that how can he still go to work?

Who would listen to online classes?

He put down his phone, thought for a moment and sighed: "It's difficult. Just get more than 95 points in the final exam and give Chen Xiao an autographed photo."

Hearing his mumbling, Chen Xiao's mother was unhappy, "Are you selling your son?"

"No, he agreed to sign a few for me."

"What about in the future? What if colleagues come to you?"

Chen Mingfu sighed, "Otherwise, tell the public that he is not my biological son."

"Chen Mingfu! Do you want to die?"

...

Just when the outside world was clamoring.

In a residential area near the Ministry of Culture.

The sunlight was blocked by thick curtains, and Li Zhiming was sleeping soundly in the room.

After a while.

He opened his eyes in a daze, turned on his phone and looked at it, and his eyes widened instantly.

Ten o'clock? !

He quickly got up, washed and changed clothes and rushed out of the house.

Oh no, there is a training meeting in the department this morning.

I was so excited that I fell asleep at almost four o'clock last night. I overslept!

His wife was away on a business trip, so no one called him.

In the morning, Daju came over to pat his face, meowing, but he slapped him away.

Oh, he was really sleepy.

Li Zhiming drove quickly to the department.

As soon as he arrived at the Art Department, Secretary He came to greet him.

"Director Li, the director wants to see you."

"Got it."

Li Zhiming felt bitter and took the elevator upstairs.

Oh, I'm late for the training meeting, I'm afraid I'll be criticized.

He knocked on the half-open door and pushed it open to walk into the director's office.

When the director saw him come in, he had a blank expression on his face, frowned, stood up, pointed at the sofa and said, "Director Li, sit down."

Li Zhiming saw that he looked ugly, and felt something was wrong.

No way?

What happened at the training meeting today? Why did he look so ugly?

Did the leader from above come to listen and found that he was absent?

The minister sat opposite him, with no smile on his face, "Director Li, the department wants to recommend you as deputy minister. I want to ask you what you think."

"I..."

Li Zhiming was about to say "I was wrong" when his brain suddenly reacted.

Huh? Deputy minister?

He blinked and looked at the minister in disbelief.

No, I'm being promoted. Why are you so tense?

The minister seemed to see what he was thinking. His face was a little embarrassed. He pointed to his mouth and said, "I have a mouth ulcer. The wound is too big. I dare not smile."

Li Zhiming felt helpless.

Oh my God, I was scared.

He straightened his back and answered decisively, "Of course I am willing to take responsibility, serve the people, and spread Chinese culture!"

"Well. You have done a very good job in the past six months. You dare to use new people. The response from the opera industry is good. Keep working hard."

"Yes!"

"By the way, Chen Xiao's first-level director and first-level screenwriter positions have also been approved."

"Okay, thank you, Minister."

"Then I won't keep you any longer. I'm going to the hospital to see a mouth ulcer." As he said this, the minister tried to squeeze out a painful smile.

Li Zhiming left the minister's office and returned to his own office in a good mood.

He has been in this position for eight years and finally got promoted!

Chen Xiao!

Very good!

Li Zhiming picked up his mobile phone, looked at the film festival news in the Xuexi Qiangguo software, and nodded with satisfaction.

Perhaps, with Chen Xiao, cultural undertakings will really get twice the result with half the effort.

This kid is going to start a company, right?

As long as he doesn't do anything illegal, I will definitely protect him!

At the same time, other actors and staff of the "Farewell My Concubine" crew received various invitations.

Everyone had an idea in their hearts: Following Chen Xiao, even pigs can take off!

...

The sun slowly moved westward.

The morning sun illuminated the water city of Venice.

On the boat, Chen Xiao told the production team leader: "We have received invitations from more than 30 distributors this time. Please go back and communicate with the Ministry of Culture to see in which regions the film will be released."

"Don't worry, I've taken note of it."

Chen Xiao nodded and looked towards the east.

Water City, goodbye.

Glacier, here we come!