Siheyuan: Struggle Begins in the 1950s

Deputy Director Li is naturally Li Huaide.

That is the current director of logistics.

This old guy kept a low profile for a while.

Later, he was successfully promoted to deputy director of the steel rolling mill.

Wang Jianjun immediately guessed that this was Li Huaide's revenge on him.

Sure enough, Director Wu then said somewhat awkwardly:

"This task has been assigned to our logistics department. A total of ten people from our factory will go, and you are on the list of the purchasing department. I also talked to Deputy Director Li about changing someone, but he disagreed."

There's no way that old guy would agree to this.

Wang Jianjun knew that Li Huaide was deliberately making trouble for him.

Not everyone can go to the territory of the Russian bear.

Chinese people are not as resistant to cold as the Mao Xiong people.

Moreover, there were no down jackets in that era, and cotton jackets would lose their warmth when stuck with snow.

Fortunately, Wang Jianjun is not an ordinary person. Since the list has been reported, he will just treat it as a public-funded trip.

Come to think of it, I have never been abroad since I came here.

"By the way, Chief, why is it our turn to escort the supplies? Shouldn't the army be responsible for this?"

"We are short of manpower, and you are not escorting, you are just responsible for carrying supplies. In addition, we will also transfer some people from the Logistics and Security Department."

Since he had decided to go to the Russian bear, Wang Jianjun no longer hesitated.

I just silently made a note of Li Huaide.

If you dare to plot against me, then wait for me to deal with you.

When he got home in the evening, Wang Jianjun prepared to talk about this with Shen Chuxia.

Shen Chuxia will graduate this year.

Recently she has been learning some knowledge about film making at home.

Because of her identity as a capitalist, Shen Chuxia may not be assigned a job after graduation.

Several of her classmates are already interning in the art troupe.

And she could only stay at home and read.

She would have worried about this in the past.

But now she doesn't care.

Even if she was assigned a job, she wouldn't be satisfied with the salary.

Wang Jianjun has already registered a film and television company for her in Hong Kong.

He also wrote down the scripts of classic movies and TV series that he had watched in his memory.

Anyway, classics are classics, just copy them.

When Wang Jianjun came back, Shen Chuxia was reading a movie script.

"Jianjun, what's the name of this comedy you're talking about?"

“That’s nonsense.”

"Oh, yes, that's nonsense. It's a little difficult to film this script called "Kung Fu" under our current conditions. The main reason is that the props and special effects can't keep up."

"Forget about this drama for now. Before I find the right actors, I won't be able to produce the desired effect even if I have the technology."

Wang Jianjun took the Kung Fu script and glanced at it.

I thought that the comedy master Stephen Chow hasn’t been born yet.

As the king of comedy, no one else can capture the charm of Zhou's comedy except him.

You only need to watch a certain actor remaking the movie Kung Fu to know that some classic movies are inseparable from the actors in them.

"Let's try making these movies first. Martial arts movies are relatively easier to make. There are many martial artists in Hong Kong. If we make the action design more fancy, it will be very interesting."

Wang Jianjun said this and took out the Huang Feihong series.

He secretly sighed in his heart that the genius director Tsui Hark is just a young man now, and it will take some time for him to grow up.

Fortunately, he has watched the Wong Fei Hung series several times.

I think it shouldn't be difficult to replicate it.

“But I don’t want to make a martial arts film.”

Shen Chuxia is not interested in this type of martial arts film.

If it was Shen Maiqiu, it would be different. Maybe he would even make a cameo appearance in the movie.

Wang Jianjun scanned the scripts he had written.

Either the technology is not advanced enough to film it, or Shen Chuxia is not interested in the subject matter.

"Then let's shoot this movie called Seventy-two Tenants."

Wang Jianjun found a thin notebook.

This drama is a movie from the 1970s, but it is the prototype of kung fu movies.

If I make this movie myself, then Kung Fu in the future will be equivalent to remaking my own movies.

It’s quite interesting to think about it this way.

This script is pathetically short.

I just wrote a rough outline of the story.

If Wang Jianjun hadn't watched the video in his previous life and saw the introduction and roughly remembered the plot, he would have really had no idea what this drama was about.

"I only have a rough plot, so just treat it as your first film and practice. If it's really not good, we can just enjoy it at home."

Shen Chuxia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. These words sounded encouraging, but why did she not feel happy at all?

Seeing that Shen Chuxia was still reading, Wang Jianjun couldn't help but go forward, pick her up and put her on the bed.

"It's only a few hours now, I still need to read."

Shen Chuxia quickly hugged herself into a ball to prevent Wang Jianjun from taking action.

Once he starts doing this, he won't stop for a few hours.

"What are you saying? I just put you on the bed because it's cold outside and I'm afraid you'll get cold."

"If your hand was more honest, I could barely trust you."

Shen Chuxia directly exposed Wang Jianjun's lies.

It was only in the past two years of marriage that I realized how shameless my husband is.

Seeing that Shen Chuxia had exposed him, Wang Jianjun stopped pretending and started fighting directly.

The two of them quarreled for a while, and after Wang Jianjun took advantage of him, he told them that he was going to the Russian bear.

"How long will you be gone this time?"

"I don't know. They said they would go next month. They don't know how long they will be gone. But it will be at least ten days or half a month. The journey alone took more than a week."

"I heard it's very cold over there, even colder than our city. I wonder if you can stand it there."

"Hey, you don't know my body yet. Not to mention the bears, I'm even afraid of the Arctic."

Thinking of Wang Jianjun's bull-like body, Shen Chuxia felt that her worries were unnecessary.

But she still worries about various things for Wang Jianjun.

"Speaking of which, has anything happened in the hospital during the time I was away?"

Shen Chuxia leaned into his arms and said:

"Nothing happened. The people in the courtyard are just starving because of food shortage. Even Aunt Jia, who usually scolds people, is rarely heard now."

This is good news.

It seems that people really can't eat too much.

Those beasts in this yard are just making trouble because they have nothing to do after eating.

"Speaking of which, Aunt Jia's daughter-in-law Qin Huairu seems to be pregnant."

Qin Huairu is pregnant again?

Then the thing that is pregnant should be Sophora japonica.

Wang Jianjun felt a little sympathy for the Jia family. How dare they get pregnant in this day and age? Aren’t they afraid of not being able to support the child?

"Jianjun, are you sure there's nothing wrong with my body? You've been torturing me a lot, so I guess there's always a chance that I'll get pregnant once or twice."

Wang Jianjun glanced at her and said with a smile:

"Is there some gossipy woman gossiping behind my back again?"

"That's not the case, it's just that the aunties in the yard look at me a little strangely."

Shen Chuxia and Wang Jianjun have been together for two years, but they still don't have a child.

This matter is bound to arouse suspicion.

For example, it was rumored that Yan Fugui's son Yan Jiecheng was unable to have children.

Moreover, he got married earlier than Wang Jianjun.