C107 (1/2)

”The city's police chief?!” Due to being too shocked, Su Wangyou's voice unconsciously grew louder.

Isn't Tang Baifeng a businessman?” How could it be related to the officials? Although the officials and merchants had never split up, he wasn't a local, was he? Besides, based on what she knew, Tang Banyeng didn't stay here for long. He only came here a few times a year, so how could he have connections here?

In the eyes of Nikki, the level of this network was not low. The police chief of the Municipal Public Security Bureau was not someone who would give her face no matter who she tried.

”Yes, it just so happens that I've met with Chief Ji a few times. When Chief Ji heard that there was something he needed his help with, he gave me quite a bit of face and came to a hotel. Coincidentally, he also happened to be acquainted with Chief Ji, so after hearing about it, he realized his mistake and decided to write this acceptance at your father's request!”

Tang Banyeng casually explained the situation. He didn't say anything about his contributions, but he was clear in his heart that the reason why Chen Jiayi gave in was because Tang Banyeng had used his connections to call for the season.

In many TV dramas, movies, and novels, the position of the city's bureau chief was not considered a big deal. Even in the city's leadership groups, it was considered one of the last few.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, this was definitely a big shot, someone who they had to curry favor with. Once Chief Ji appeared, Chen Jiaji was afraid that he would immediately behave like a grandson.

Su Qingrou glanced at Tang Qian Feng and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something. However, in the end, she did not say anything. Instead, she turned her head to look at Su Huanhuan.

Seeing Su Huan's hands holding the contract, with her head lowered in silence, thinking about something, Su Qingrou let out a soft sigh. She knew that her mood must be very complicated, so she did not pursue her thought further and said, ”Huanhuan, I've seen Ding Ding watch this cartoon for a long time, why don't you bring him to his room early to rest. As for what's written on the contract, do you want to accept it? Go back and think about it!”

Su Huanhuan raised her head and looked at him for a long time. Finally, she nodded and silently turned around to leave the dining room. Then, she coaxed Ding Ding, who was in the living room watching cartoons, back into her room.

It wasn't until Su Huanhuan and Ding Ding had returned to their room and closed the door that Su Wangsun finally sat down on the seat opposite Tang Banyun and looked at him with a serious expression on his face.

”Brother Feng, what is your identity?” Why is it that you have the ability to get a bureau chief to follow you around? ”

After a moment, he said, ”I've told you before, it's just that you haven't believed me!”

”Did you tell me? ”When?” He lowered his head to recall, but he didn't have any impression of what Tang Bainfeng had said at all. Didn't he always say that he was the person in charge of the project?

Suddenly, a scene flashed through Su Wangyou's mind. She seemed to have really asked. It was just that she had felt that the answer Tang Baifeng had given her at that time was a joke, which was why she hadn't taken it seriously.

”You... Is it really Boss Tang? ” Su Qingrou's words seemed to lack confidence. In her opinion, the position of the Tang Dynasty's Director was already unattainable to her. If this Director was referring to the CEO, then she …

How could she sit face to face with the boss of the Tang clan? Furthermore, as the boss of such a large corporation, how could he possibly have the time to accompany him running all over the place?

But if that was not the case, then how could he explain his good relationship with a major screenwriter like Chen Xue? And everywhere he went, everyone treated him with such respect?

Looking at her conflicted expression, Tang Banyeng shrugged his shoulders, ”Don't tell me I don't look like a boss?” Or is it that in your impression, all of the company's bosses should be middle-aged uncles who are full of fat? ”

”No, there are a lot of bosses who maintain their outer appearance very well. I just feel that the decision makers in such a big company should be very busy. They don't have the time to bother with a small author like me, but you …”

”Little author?” Tang Baifeng raised his eyebrows. ”I've discovered that there's something really wrong with your self-orientation. I don't think anyone who can write a novel like 'Dimensions Decline' is a junior author.”

”I only spend that little bit of money for the script every month. According to the standard for the script, I'm just the most unremarkable little Translator in the online community. What would a little author even be called?”

It wasn't out of modesty, but because she really thought so.

”Using the money to divide the work of an author is in itself wrong. Writers use writing as their business, the quality of the work is the standard to test the work of an author, and the money can only prove the popularity of the work in the market. But in this world, the quality of many things isn't decided by the market's acceptance.”

Seeing that Nikki was only looking at him with her eyes wide open, Tang Baifeng continued, ”In today's movie market, literary and art films don't usually sell seats, and those selling seats are usually popcorn movies. But can you use the box office to decide whether a movie is good or bad? A really good movie will stand the test of time, not a flash in the pan. ”

After thinking carefully about what Tang Banyeng had said, it was indeed true. It was just that …