Chapter 317: Privileges Are Really Useful
During class, Lu Yiming's cell phone is turned off, and he will only turn it on after class.
It turned out that there were dozens of missed calls.
Lu Yiming suddenly felt ashamed, fearing that there might be some emergency at the company, so he quickly dialed the number.
"Manager Lei, it was you who called me just now? Is there something urgent?"
On the other side, Lei Peilin almost cried after receiving Lu Yiming's call.
"Mr. Lu, you finally returned my call."
Hearing Lei Peilin's anxious tone, Lu Yiming had a bad feeling in his heart: "What happened?"
He had told Lei Peilin before that he could only call at 6pm. Now Lei Peilin called so many times during class, so it must be something very important.
Lei Peilin told Lu Yiming about how Ji Wenzhe and others had caused a big commotion at Shijinji.
Lu Yiming was speechless after hearing this.
"That's it?"
Seeing that Lu Yiming didn't take it seriously, Lei Peilin had to remind him, "Boss Lu, don't underestimate the identities of these people. Although they look like a bunch of old men, they might be retired cadres from some unit. They still have some influence and should not be taken lightly."
However, Lu Yiming sneered: "What influence is there? Haven't you heard that when people leave, the tea gets forgotten? If these people want to participate, just follow the procedures. If they don't want to participate, let them go. If they dare to make trouble, just call the security to deal with it. There's no need to indulge them."
"That's... okay."
Lei Peilin had already told Lu Yiming about the relationship between these people, but Lu Yiming still maintained this attitude, so Lei Peilin naturally would not disobey. In addition, he had been annoyed to death by these old men for half an hour, and now that he had received Lu Yiming's instructions, he would certainly not be polite to these old men.
After hanging up the phone, Lei Peilin came to Ji Wenzhe and the others again, his expression serious and his voice a little louder than before: "Our President Lu has something to say. You can tell me directly if you have anything to say. If you want to participate in the competition, just hand your works to me. If you don't want to participate, you can leave."
He spoke in a very tough tone, which showed that he was really annoyed by these people in the period before this, and he was not going to give them any face at all.
Xie Zugen yelled, "Your boss at Shijinji is too ignorant, right? Mr. Ji came to visit us personally, and you guys have this attitude?"
He followed his master out today, and was planning to have a good meal. In the past, relying on his background in the Chinese Painting Association, he was always treated well wherever he went, with a one-stop service of food, drinks and entertainment.
But today, I came to Shijinji and there was only a cup of tea!
Lei Peilin said calmly, "I didn't ask you to come. I still say the same thing. If you are here to participate in the competition, just register according to the rules. If you are not here to participate in the competition, you can leave now."
Xie Zugen wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ji Wenze. He took out his painting and said to Lei Peilin, "This is my entry. As the president of the Baiyun City Calligraphers and Painters Association, I want my work to enter the finals directly. What do you think? This request is not too much, right?"
Although he was very unhappy about being treated so coldly, thinking about the one million prize money, he still endured it and decided to sign up first.
However, knowing that the Million Artists talent show was related to the company's transformation plan, Lei Peilin dared not agree and decisively rejected Ji Wenzhe's request: "Our competition is open and transparent, and the champion is determined by voting. There is no such thing as direct entry into the finals."
"presumptuous!"
Xie Zugen was immediately upset. He slammed the table, pointed at Lei Peilin's nose and started to curse: "With Ji Lao's ability, it should be easy for him to win the championship. He condescended to participate in your competition. He was giving you face. Don't be so shameless and ungrateful!"
Lei Peilin waved coldly at the girl at the front desk, called her to his front, and then ordered in front of everyone: "Xiaoyu, go call the security captain over and ask him to bring his men and gear to see the guests off."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Ji Wenzhe and the others coldly, his eyes indifferent: "We will accept your entries and will start with the preliminary review. There will be no special privileges. If you don't want to participate, you can leave now with dignity. If you continue to make trouble unreasonably, the security team will come and help you to be dignified."
Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Lei Peilin felt very relieved, but also a little worried.
After school in the afternoon, the sun sets.
Lei Peilin had been looking forward to it for a long time, and finally Lu Yiming came.
"Boss Lu, why are you so late today?"
Lu Yiming said as a matter of course: "I'm on duty."
“…”
There is a high school student boss who is so stupid that he can choke people to death with just a few words.
After a day of classes, Lu Yiming looked listless. He yawned, stretched, and asked, "Did you find any eye-catching works today? Show them to me."
"have."
As Lei Peilin spoke, he brought over all the works that had passed the review. There were tens of thousands of emails sent today alone, but less than one percent of them were able to pass the initial review.
Lu Yiming picked up one, took a look at it, and then threw it away: "This won't work."
Then he picked up the second one, took a look at it, and threw it away: "This one is not good either, the painting is worse than the last one."
In just a short while, he had thrown away more than a dozen copies.
Lei Peilin hesitated a little and quietly suggested, "These are all candidates who have passed our screening. Your elimination rate is still so high. Will you accidentally eliminate some talented candidates?"
Lu Yiming said indifferently: "Luck is also a part of strength. They were eliminated simply because they didn't prepare their works carefully. If they don't have a proper attitude in the competition, why keep them? Draw a circle in front of me to show off his skills? Does he think he is Yoshihara Jiro?"
As he spoke, Lu Yiming picked up a painting. He took a look at it and immediately exclaimed "Huh".
“Who chose this?”
Lei Peilin took a look and found that it was the comic he had chosen before, so he stood up proudly and said, "Me."
Lu Yiming smiled and praised Lei Peilin: "Well done, Manager Lei, you have good taste. This painting is obviously not of the same level as the previous ones. This is what a painting is. It's pleasing to the eyes. Not bad."
As he spoke, he moved the painting in front of the camera for a close-up.
As he was talking, Lu Yiming had already arrived in front of the office. He said to Lei Peilin, "Continue the selection. After all, there is only one painter worth a million, and the competition is cruel. It's not easy to get this million, and there are no shortcuts in this world. Anyone who can take this million must have the strength and luck to deserve it."
Lei Peilin nodded and said respectfully, "I understand. By the way, Mr. Lu, I still need to report to you about what happened with the Calligraphers and Painters Association today."
"explain."
Lei Peilin took out Ji Wenze's unopened entry and stood aside and whispered, "This is the work of that so-and-so president. He also asked me to let this work enter the finals directly, but I disagreed."
"Good fellow, you have quite a temper. Show it to me."
Lu Yiming took Ji Wenzhe's entry, took a look at it, and immediately threw it away with a look of disgust.
"What the hell is this painting? Throw it away."
Lei Peilin quickly persuaded him, "He is the president of the Calligraphers and Painters Association after all. He should have real skills. He can't be the president without real skills. Mr. Lu, why don't you take another look? Maybe it's some kind of abstract art? Fauvism? Maybe it's profound and we can't understand it? Isn't it inappropriate to let him fail the initial review?"
"artistic conception?"
Lu Yiming sneered: "What kind of bullshit artistic conception is this? Do you understand this thing?"
Lei Peilin quickly shook his head.
Lu Yiming sighed, "I don't understand either. So, if even we don't understand, how can you expect the kids who buy our products to understand? Shijinji's target users are mainly students, especially elementary and middle school students, so we must target their preferences."
Although Lu Yiming has no appreciation for Chinese paintings, anyone can see the beauty of some good works and feel the ingenuity of the painter's brush.
On the contrary, some people who seek fame and reputation join this association and that association, but the things they create are confusing to people. Can this be called art? This deserves to be called art?
The essence of art is the pursuit of beauty, but the prerequisite is that you must be beautiful, right?
It is a pity that the so-called cultural and art circles in the country are now in a mess. A small group of people are self-admiring behind closed doors, and even rank people based on seniority and suppress others. They have completely divorced themselves from culture and art itself, and are far from "aesthetics". They can only come up with some confusing theories to fool laymen.
Lu Yiming never had a good impression towards these people, so he had no intention of giving face to Ji Wenzhe. What a crappy president, how dare he draw such rubbish?
"I understand."
After all, Shijinji is a commercial company that pursues profits. If it abandons profits for the sake of identity or some other concerns, wouldn’t that be the end of it?
The business world is like a battlefield, and the rules of operation are different from those of the officialdom. Who cares about that stupid association!
Just when Lei Peilin was about to throw Ji Wenze's work into the trash can, Lu Yiming suddenly thought of something and immediately stopped Lei Peilin: "Wait a minute, since the president wants to enter the finals, I will fulfill his wish and let this thing enter the finals."
"ah?"
Lei Peilin was stunned for a moment, and had no idea what Lu Yiming was thinking: "Why?"
He couldn't help but feel suspicious. Could it be that President Lu was still afraid that this president had a powerful background and didn't dare to offend him?
Lu Yiming smiled mysteriously and told him, "Just do as I say."
What is the core of talent shows? Is it a competition of talent?
Wrong!
The most important thing about a talent show is the show!
Without stories, conflicts, and controversies, how can there be any topics?
Obviously, Ji Wenze's works and his identity have attracted countless topics. If the waters are muddied, it will trigger countless arguments and discussions.
If you don’t make good use of such an excellent tool that comes to your doorstep, how can you be worthy of your identity as a capitalist?
On the other side, Ji Wenzhe left Shijinji angrily, and Xie Zugen was also unhappy: "This company is really too rude. They won't really let your work start from the preliminary selection, right? Master, what is your identity? Do they know the rules?"
Ji Wen Ze squinted at him and said in a shrill voice, "Why? Do you think I don't have the ability to win a prize in a fair competition?"
Xie Zugen was shocked and quickly shook his head and waved his hands to deny it, "No, no, Master's work will definitely win the championship. I just think that given your status, it would be too disrespectful if they let your work start from the preliminary selection. It would be blind."
Ji Wen Ze was flattered by this flattery, and his expression eased a lot. He said, "That depends on whether this kid is sensible or not. Forget it, drive me back."
"OK."
Xie Zugen drove Ji Wenze back home. When Ji Wenze entered the house, he found his daughter at home and was a little surprised: "Si Meng, why are you back?"
Ji Simeng smiled and said, "I came here today to do some business, and came back to visit. Dad, where have you been? You came back so late."
Talking about this matter brought back Ji Wen Ze's bad memories. He couldn't help but tell Ji Simeng everything that happened today.
Ji Simeng was extremely surprised after hearing this: "How could such a thing happen? Who is this Shijinji? How could they not even give face to you, my father?"
Ji Wen Ze snorted: "How should I know?"
As a caring father, Ji Simeng saw his father's unhappy face and quickly stepped forward to comfort him: "Dad, don't take it personally. You said he was a young man, right? Young people probably don't know much. When the leaders of their company know about this, they might just give you the title of champion."
After Ji Simeng said this, Ji Wenze immediately felt comfortable and snorted in a pretentious manner: "I hope they will be more sensible."
Ji Simeng then thought of a plan: "Otherwise, let Chang Mao put pressure on this company. If they still don't obey, let their company go bankrupt. Dad, don't worry about this. I'll take care of it."
In the evening, Ji Simeng returned home and told her husband Wu Changmao about this.
Wu Changmao looked at Ji Simeng, who had a charming figure and was wearing sexy clothes. His eyes narrowed into a line and his hands wandered dishonestly on Ji Simeng's body.
"It's nothing, just a word from me. But how are you going to thank me?"
They have been married for several years, how could Ji Simeng not understand Wu Changmao's thoughts? She immediately pressed Wu Changmao down on the large sofa and said charmingly, "How do you want me to thank you?"
