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Chapter 59 Openly and Fairly Recruiting Key Personnel from Beijing Film Studio
Chapter 59 Openly and Fairly Recruiting Key Personnel from Beijing Film Studio
For the next two days, Lin Dong didn't do anything productive.
Zhang Heping took him on a tour of Beijing, visiting Tiananmen Square, the Great Wall, the Summer Palace, and the Temple of Heaven, two places a day, at a leisurely pace.
When he arrived at the destination, he would look around, and then leave without lingering or saying much.
Zhang Heping's timing was also extremely precise. He would never speak when Lin Dong was not speaking, and if Lin Dong stopped to take a second look, he would add a few anecdotes at the opportune moment.
After two days, the two had developed a tacit understanding that didn't require many words.
June 19th, 9:00 AM. Han Sanping's car was parked downstairs at the Great Wall Hotel.
Lin Dong got into the car. Zhang Heping didn't come today. Han Sanping said on the phone last night that today was an internal matter for the factory, and he would accompany him personally.
The Beijing Film Studio is located outside the North Third Ring Road. When the car turned into the factory gate, Lin Dong saw props and scenery boards piled up in the open air under the walls on both sides of the road, covered by tarpaulins, with a few faded wooden frames sticking out from the corners.
The exterior walls of several Soviet-style office buildings were dusty and gray, with ivy climbing halfway up the corners of the walls, its leaves withered.
There were quite a few people in the factory area, but they were all walking slowly. Some people were squatting at the workshop entrance smoking, and they only raised their eyelids when they saw Han Sanping's car pass by.
The entire factory area was like a machine that was still running but no one was oiling it anymore, with every part waiting for a signal that would come at any time.
Han Sanping walked to Lin Dong's left, introducing the prop workshop, the film studio, and the dubbing room for post-production.
Wherever he went, people stood up to greet him, calling him "Factory Manager," their voices filled with respect, but beneath that respect lay a deeper layer of unease.
The older technicians glanced at Lin Dong behind Han Sanping, their eyes lingering on his face for a moment before looking away, asking nothing and saying nothing.
They all knew who it was.
A wealthy businessman from Hong Kong, with a net worth of two billion US dollars. Han Sanping led him into the factory area; what did this mean? Everyone had their own guesses.
As you enter the printing workshop, a strong smell of vinegar hits you.
Just as Han Sanping was about to begin his introduction, Lin Dong suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Mr. Han, I'd like to have a private talk with you."
Han Sanping glanced at him, then turned around and waved to the two technicians who were inspecting equipment in the workshop. "You two go out first."
The technician put down his tools and left, closing the workshop door behind him.
"President Han, I heard that China Film Group is about to be established." Lin Dong's tone was flat. "Beijing Film Studio will be merged into it."
Han Sanping didn't speak. But his silence itself was an answer—this news was no longer a secret in the circle.
"After the merger, there should be a plan from above regarding personnel arrangements and organizational structure. But a plan is one thing, but in practice, some people will inevitably have to stay."
Han Sanping leaned against the worktable behind him and nodded silently.
Of course he knew. The Beijing Film Studio had a thousand or so people, but the number of positions that could be merged into the China Film Studio was limited. He had already mentally considered what to do with the rest more than a hundred times.
He had a clear understanding of who could stay and who might be reassigned in each workshop and department.
"Mr. Lin, just say it."
"I want these people." Lin Dong turned to look at him, his gaze clear. "The core team. Production, distribution, theater connections..."
Artist management—I need as many key personnel as possible across these four areas.
Han Sanping's gaze froze, his mind racing, and he didn't answer immediately.
"As for compensation, Director Han, you don't need to worry," Lin Dong continued, explaining his terms. "I will provide them with the best conditions available in mainland China."
Base salary, profit sharing, housing allowance, year-end bonus—everything is increased to the highest standards in the industry. Medical care is available to the sick, and support is provided for the elderly.
Han Sanping leaned against the worktable behind him. He remained silent for about half a minute. Then he straightened up, patted the worktable, and a small cloud of dust rose in the sunlight.
"Lin Sheng, since you've asked, I, Han Sanping, will help you to the end. You don't need to worry about the people; I'll arrange it. Just tell me what position you want, and I'll handle the rest."
He looked at Lin Dong and added, "However, some people won't be willing, so you should be mentally prepared."
Lin Dong nodded. Some people are used to it; they feel that the factory is their home, and even if they can't get paid, they'll endure it until the very end.
"Director Han, I need someone. Yu Dong. What is he doing at the factory now?"
"The deputy head of the distribution department." Han Sanping's eyebrows twitched. "How do you know him?"
"I naturally have my own sources of information." Lin Dong smiled. "Director Han, I want this man. He will be the general manager after the mainland company is established."
Han Sanping looked at Lin Dong and then nodded.
Yu Dong was the person he thought the most was. He was twenty-seven years old, quick-witted, eloquent, good at drinking and getting things done, and most importantly, he had a daring spirit.
Most importantly, he had outstanding performance and a strong network of connections, making him the youngest section-level cadre at the Beijing Film Studio to be promoted by him.
"Okay. I'll talk to him first and sound him out. Don't worry—I'll persuade Yu Dong, he'll be willing."
Han Sanping readily agreed.
As far as he was concerned, as long as Lin Dong was willing to shift his focus in this direction, he was willing to cooperate. Because he was not just considering things from the perspective of the director of the Beijing Film Studio.
With the business concluded, Han Sanping's expression did indeed relax.
He told Lin Dong in detail about several key personnel in the factory—who was good at production coordination, who had managed artist files for more than ten years without making a mistake, and who had won awards for lighting.
He spoke each name as if he were reading a report he had written over a long period of time.
As they walked out of the film processing workshop, the sunlight was a bit dazzling. Han Sanping led him through the factory area towards a group of photography studios to the east.
I passed a shed that was being rented out on the way. Several bread carts were parked in front of it, and people who looked like site staff were carrying light fixtures inside.
"This shed has been rented out for the past few years, we take in all sorts of shows, from GG to TV dramas," Han Sanping said, pushing open the half-closed door.
The studio was brightly lit. A group of guys were having their picture taken.
A young girl in a white dress, with long hair flowing down her shoulders, stands in front of a white backdrop, holding a sports drink and smiling at the camera.
The director yelled "Cut!" and she immediately stopped laughing, looking down and rubbing her mouth, her muscles aching from laughing for too long.
When the lighting technician went up to adjust the lights, the production assistant stood next to the monitor and talked to the director.
The girl stood still, took another sip from her drink bottle, and then turned her face to face Lin Dong's gaze.
Her eyes lit up. She had seen this man's face just a few days ago at the airport.
Jiang Wen and Han Sanping personally picked them up at the airport, their powerful presence making everyone present take a second look.
And now, they meet again, and Han Sanping is by his side once more.
Lin Dong didn't look away and nodded at her.
Meanwhile, the director filming GG spotted Han Sanping from afar.
The studio where they filmed GG was rented from the Beijing Film Studio, so there was no way he wouldn't recognize Han Sanping's face.
He told the photographer, "Don't move yet," and then quickly walked over, a smile plastered on his face.
"Director Han, why did you come in person? Isn't the factory busy today?"
"I'm showing a friend around." Han Sanping tilted his head slightly in Lin Dong's direction, his tone casual. "What are you filming?"
"GG for the sports drink. Just a few shots, almost done." Director GG turned to the side and glanced into the studio following Han Sanping's gaze. He saw Gao Yuanyuan still standing there, the bottle of drink in her hand already placed back on the prop table.
Before Han Sanping could speak, the director, understanding the implied meaning, immediately took the initiative to introduce, "Today's model is Gao Yuanyuan. She's from the Labor Movement College."
Then he added, "By the way, she filmed a movie last year called 'Spicy Love Soup' directed by Zhang Yang, in which she played a female student."
Han Sanping nodded. "Okay, you go ahead with your work."
The director tactfully took two steps back, turned around, and went back into the studio.
Han Sanping withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly at Lin Dong. "Mr. Lin, let's go. There's another studio up ahead, and the recording workshop is over there too."
Lin Dong nodded and followed him outside.
Han Sanping walked beside Lin Dong and said, "That girl is quite bright."
Lin Dong chuckled but didn't reply.
Han Sanping didn't say anything more.