Holding the phone, Jing Jian felt his scalp numb. Qin Zi's voice was already crying: "Xiao Jian, save me, it's not enough that your wife arrested me and Panpan. Now even Haiyan and the two boys are arrested at home. They say they want to take care of the confinement period, but in fact they are watching us tightly. If you don't save us, I will go crazy."

"How is Haiyan..."

"I can see that Haiyan's child must be yours. When she asked her, although she didn't say anything, her face was very proud. I'm not like her, I... timid. Xiao Jian, if I knew about Xia Mei'er, how could I have the face?" Qin Zi sobbed while saying that.

At this time, Jing Jian really felt like he was a big deal. As soon as he left Los Angeles, Zhao Xia would meet Qin Zi and Panpan by chance. Then when he went to the hospital for premature check-up, he met Cao Haiyan who had a premature birth. Are there so many chances? Now, the two women and the children are already in control of Zhao Xia.

Jing Jian became calm and hurriedly said, "Doesn't Xia'er know? Are there any seedlings found?"

"I dare not say it, Haiyan probably won't say it. I don't know where Xia Mei'er." Qin Zi became frightened.

Jing Jian thought for a while and reminded him: "Don't let her know and take good care of her and the children in her belly. I'll think of a way, think of a way, and find a reason to pick you and Haiyan out after a while."

"No, we three are doing well and don't need a traitor." Jing Jian was so scared that he almost threw away the phone. The voice was actually Zhao Xia's.

"Haha." Jing Jian smiled dryly, "Xia'er..."

"Bang!" Zhao Xia simply hung up the phone.

On the other side of the ocean, I don’t know what the three women said. Not long after, they hugged each other and cried bitterly...

...

With random thoughts, Jing Jian and Li Qin went to attend the college middle-level cadres meeting. When they sat down in the conference hall, they still looked a little weak. They were not guilty and had already let themselves go. Are they still afraid of wolves and tigers in front of them? This scum would not be such a person. It is mainly because Zhao Xia in her previous life had a miscarriage and was afraid that such stimulation would cause harm to her body.

Today, the meeting was Dean Shen Songsheng who returned to the college: "...Comrades, the country is in difficulties and insufficient funds, so we need to rely on ourselves..."

Jing Jian ignored Dean Shen’s report. The theme of today’s meeting was to generate income. Jing Jian was just a so-called so-called “hard mission”. It was not his turn to worry about such a “hard mission”.

While distracted, Jing Jian slowly thought about it and suddenly hated Zhao Xia, a worry-free woman. In most cases, Zhao Xia must have mastered the clues long ago and was waiting for him to leave. Now he has grasped the initiative all at once, leaving him helpless. It is really strange that the honest wife in her previous life suddenly became cunning in this life?

"...Director Shen, their performance department and photography department are easy to generate income. How can our director department and literature department have indicators?"

"What about our logistics department? We are so worried about selling popsicles."

"You can still sell popsicles, where are our Organization Department and Propaganda Department? The school is full of college students, and how many primary school students can sell red scarves."

“…”

The conference hall was already in chaos. It was obvious that the school committee attached great importance to the income-generating task and put some thoughts into it. The quota of each department, the completion rewards and excess rewards, and the individual rewards... Anyway, everything is covered, and even the library has a quota of 50,000. There is no direction for the solution. It is to let the people present show their magical powers.

Gradually, the finger was pointed at the performance department - the performance department.

"Your department teachers can get thousands of things out, so it's certainly easy to complete the task."

"Where are thousands? Last time we, Teacher Zhang, made a movie, didn't get a thousand." The person who spoke was the director of the Performance Department.

"Are you talking about those main theme movies? They are all guest appearances in friendship. What about you Professor Wang and Teacher Li? I attended the "Motherland Night" party and went to Hong Kong once. There is also the one in Beijing. I heard that there may be more in the future. One game will cost 10,000 Hong Kong dollars! 10,000! What about Hong Kong dollars!"

"Hmm?" Jing Jian raised his spirits, but he didn't expect that the soy sauce would involve him. He continued to watch the people present fight with interest.

"I'll pay 10,000 yuan. Ask the school leaders, they have to pay 90% of the foreign exchange they get, and they will be forced to exchange for RMB, which is only more than 600..."

"Ahem." President Chen finally couldn't hold back his face, "This is the policy of the hospital. Isn't the customized clothing made by Hong Kong the individual?"

"Director, it's really not unaware of the realization. The proportion of the gains is too low. Seeing that other actors get so many, they are mentally unbalanced. Afterwards, I will also do ideological work for teachers. This mouse drills into the bellows - both ends are angry!"

“…”

"Ha!" Jing Jian felt more and more interesting as he listened. Unexpectedly, the artists in the mainland were so ruthless. Of course, he would not take the initiative to change this situation. As long as he did the same job and paid equally, he would be at ease. Otherwise, he would not only spend more money, but also offend all aspects.

In fact, Jing Jian felt that such a debate was boring. With such a wealth of resources, what kind of training classes, art classes, tutors and other things will be held in the future, and every teacher will be rich. If you say it more exaggeratedly, you can even make it difficult to use unspoken rules. Are you still worried about those brothers Kong Fang?

Director Li Qin beside her was also indignant. She murmured to Jing Jian: "It's just a gentle and polite way. Where did our library generate income? Do you sell books as waste paper?"

"Actually, I think I should rely on the mountains to earn the mountains." Jing Jian said casually, "We are a film school. It is not difficult to get a movie batch number, right? Then I just make a script, a director of my teacher, student director, and performance. Save some in film internships. There are so many experimental short films every year, and you can make a movie film in a few minutes. The cameras are ready-made, and the lighting recordings are even more work. At that time, you can find a distributor and share the box office. How much income do you want? Are you all here? Are you attracted by the hard work of a few teachers?"

"Eh?" Li Qin felt it made sense, and she was a little questioned, "What if she didn't sell the market?"

"Then you have less money. Anyway, we have no business. If you still look back, then you can simply sell the movie batch number and make some money. Although it is not much, the victory is stability. Director Li, I just said it casually, I don't know if it is feasible. I just started working and may not have enough experience."
Chapter completed!