But Zhao Xinlong didn't raise his head, he was still writing something at his desk, his pen was flowing quickly, and soon the A4 paper was filled with his writing.
After rubbing his sore wrist, he put down his pen, raised his head, and paused slightly.
"busy?"
He never expected that Yang Fan would come looking for him, which surprised him.
Logically speaking, a small security captain is not qualified to approach 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, human resources department, etc.
But the only exception is the security department. To put it nicely, it is called the department, but to put it unfavorably, it is the security team.
Therefore, there is no supervisor in the security department, only the security captain.
Because the security department has a small number of people, only a dozen or so people, there is no supervisor.
Yang Fan is the first security captain who dares to knock on the door directly to find him. The previous ones before Yang Fan did not dare to do so.
Many employees in the company know that Zhao Xinlong has a very bad temper. If he is angered, he will be fired directly, no matter how much credit he has had in the past.
So he felt that Yang Fan came to him because he probably didn't know his temper.
"Mr. Yang, I have something to tell you."
After Yang Fan walked in, he stood in front of the desk, looked at Zhao Xinlong and spoke.
Zhao Xinlong pointed to the wicker 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, "What about the company?"
If it's a company matter, it doesn't seem worthy of personal attention, right?
The security department can just contact the human resources department or the artist department. After all, the security department usually has the most contact with these two departments.
"It's my private matter."
Yang Fan thought for a moment, and of course his identity was a private matter.
When Zhao Xinlong saw that Yang Fan said it was a private matter, his face immediately turned ugly.
"Why should you ask me for personal matters? Even if I marry Wen Hui, I am your brother-in-law, and things must be done in a business-like manner!"
"go out!"
Zhao Xinlong pointed at the door angrily and shouted loudly.
Yang Fan didn't expect that Zhao Xinlong would get angry, but he had to talk about 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, there was no trace of surprise in Zhao Xinlong's eyes. Instead, he glanced at Yang Fan and sneered: "I know, the pen name is Yi An, right?"
"ah?"
Yang Fan looked at Zhao Xinlong in surprise. He did not expect that Zhao Xinlong was not surprised at all, but he was surprised by his words.
"Your sister Hui told me."
"She even wanted to beg for mercy that day and let me assign you to the editorial department, but I refused."
"What do you want from me today?"
Zhao Xinlong stared at Yang Fan and asked in a bad tone.
Yang Fan was immediately speechless. This was his biggest trump card, but now it seemed that Zhao Xinlong didn't care about it at all.
His proud status as a screenwriter is worthless to Zhao Xinlong.
"No, it's okay."
Yang Fan looked a little lonely and smiled bitterly, stood up and wanted to leave here.
Since Zhao Xinlong doesn't care about his status as a screenwriter, there is no point in continuing.
"Wait a minute!"
Zhao Xinlong called out to Yang Fan, then took out a card from the drawer and placed it on the outside of the desk, close to Yang Fan.
"There is 100,000 yuan here. Take it and settle the compensation for Tiancheng Film and Television first."
Yang Fan was stunned immediately. He looked at the bank card for a long time, and then looked at Zhao Xinlong in disbelief.
Zhao Xinlong leaned back and fiddled with the tumbler ornaments casually.
"I am the boss of the industry after all. Can I not know about your dispute with Orange Film and Television?"
"This hundred thousand yuan is not for you, it is an advance on 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, signaling Yang Fan to leave.
Yang Fan hesitated for a long time, wondering whether he should take the money.
But when he thought that this was an advance of one year's salary, he figured it out.
In the next year, I will not have half a penny of salary. I will have to work at Xinlong Media for a full year before I can get any money.
But now that I am in trouble, they will not give up unless I give this money to Orange Film and Television.
He silently picked up his bank card and felt a little uncomfortable all over.
At this moment, he deeply felt the huge status gap between himself and the middle-aged man in front of him.
Sister Hui...has found a good home.
"Thank you, Chairman, I will work hard!"
Yang Fan blushed, bowed deeply towards Zhao Xinlong, turned and left.
When Zhao Xinlong saw Yang Fan leaving, he just shook his head and continued to process documents with a pen.
Yang Fan's suffering was just a drop in the bucket in his eyes.
When he started his business ten years ago, he slept on the road or under a bridge. He was chased by banks for debts and even sent dozens of gangsters to block him in the toilet and humiliate him.
That is the real suffering. If he was not strong in his heart, he would have collapsed long ago, and there would be no Xinlong Media today.
Holding his bank card, Yang Fan came out of the office, took the stairs to the next floor, and returned to the security department office.
He didn't make a sound all the way and stared at his bank card.
No matter what, he couldn't understand why Zhao Xinlong was so indifferent to his identity as a screenwriter?
He is not arrogant. He has made some achievements in the industry in the past few years. Yi An's script, at least within the scope of Jianghai City, is a popular IP.
But why doesn't Zhao Xinlong care at all?
Even if Zhao Xinlong just says that he can join the screenwriting department, that's fine.
But he didn't...
"What are you thinking about? Captain 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, Lu Xiao is probably the only one who can take the initiative to communicate with Yang Fan.
The other security guards were reluctant to deal with Yang Fan, more or less because of their status, identity, or dissatisfaction.
Especially Yin Tian, the vice-captain, hardly communicated with Yang Fan.
"Lu Xiao, who are the contracted screenwriters of our Xinlong Media?"
Yang Fan put his bank card on the table, then raised his head and asked Lu Xiao.
Lu Xiao was startled. He didn't expect Yang Fan to ask this. He thought about it carefully.
After all, he is a security guard and doesn't know much about the screenwriters in the same company.
"There seems to be a very powerful woman, what is her name?"
Lu Xiao scratched his head, not really understanding.
Yang Fan's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Yang Qingmeng?"
I don't blame him for losing his composure, he was really frightened.
"Yes, that's right, it's Yang Qingmeng. Our Mr. Zhao went to talk to him personally and finally succeeded in spending five million to hire this person."
Lu Xiao patted his head and remembered.
Yang Fan suddenly felt bitter and even laughed at himself.
No wonder, how could a film and television company as big as Xinlong Media look down on a little person like me?
Yi An is indeed very famous in Jianghai City, but it is only limited to Jianghai City, even though Jianghai City is the capital of Dongjiang Province.
But that talented girl Yang Qingmeng is a screenwriter who was born to do this.
When he was twelve years old, he wrote a fairy tale and successfully adapted it into a sitcom, which became a hit and became famous in the industry.
When I was sixteen, I wrote another plot drama with a female protagonist, and also changed it into a TV series, which was still popular.
Since then, her net worth has increased to the million level, and a script can sell at least one million.
And now Yang Qingmeng is not very old, only 24 or 25 years old, and he is already a top second-tier screenwriter in the country.
There are at least four or five masterpieces.
Compared to this talented girl, who do you think you are?
Thinking of this, his face turned red and hot. He was really overestimating his abilities, and wanted to use his status as a screenwriter to let Zhao Xinlong regard him as a talent?
I'm afraid that Zhao Xinlong's heart will be even worse for him, right?
"Who else is there besides Yang Qingmeng? Do you know?"
At this moment, Yang Fan was asking questions as if he was giving up on himself.
Let the storm become more violent and slap yourself hard.
Treat yourself well in areas you are familiar with.
"Tieguanfeng and Little Dancer are screenwriters trained by our Xinlong Media. I know these two."
Lu Xiao still wasn't sure why Yang Fan asked this, but he still answered.
Yang Fan was like a dead salted fish, sitting on a chair and looking up at the ceiling.
Tieguanfeng, master of martial arts scripts.
The Little Dancer has a long history in romantic dramas.
Although not as famous as Yang Qingmeng, he is still in the millions.
At this moment, Yang Fan's last bit of confidence was gone.
The pride I once had in my career was shattered by the blow.