The conversation was raised, and the two of them said something that was not sore or swelling for a while. In fact, this matter was over. What else can we do?

Zhang Yanming felt that if this incident could cause some attention to copyright in Taiwan, even if there was only a little change, it would be considered an improvement.

The domestic attitude towards copyright is universal and from top to bottom. The complexity cannot be described, and it is not something that can be reversed in a short time.

In the entire matter involving copyright, musical and literary works have the highest risk of harm, but the same thing is said, if the store is big and do whatever it wants, the author who is alone and alone has no choice.

The people are also used to getting something for nothing. If you take his things and he fights with you, it doesn’t matter if he takes your things. It’s always natural.

This is a vicious cycle and a sadness.

Oh, it's just a song or a novel. What's so great about it? You guys are jealous of money. But you immediately turn your back on him with a needle. That's his.

It doesn’t matter to oneself. When you have no interest relationship with yourself, everyone is a good citizen who is upright, unparalleled, kind and profitable. Giving up others has always been the excellent quality of a good citizen.

...

After putting down the phone, Director Zhang lit a cigarette, rubbed his chin and sat there thinking for a while.

He could feel that Zhang Yanming's anger did not come from the copyright fee, but he still knew part of Zhang Yanming's family background. That anger came from his indifferent attitude towards this matter.

He was a little confused, but once he knew the reason, there was no problem in dealing with it.

But why? Isn’t it just an inconspicuous copyright? As for?

"Old Zhang, what time is it still smoking?" Director Zhang's wife pushed open the door and leaned in and said to him.

"Think about something." Director Zhang snatched the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Really." His wife walked in and opened the window for ventilation: "What's the matter? It's hard to do?"

"It's not a big deal," Director Zhang stood up and moved his arms: "The people below have nothing to do with it, they offended people. I just communicated."

"Who? Is it serious?"

"It's okay, it's Xiao Zhang and Zhang Yanming."

"That rich one? Why did you offend him?"

"A program was organized below, and Xiao Zhang's song was used. He didn't talk to others about copyright authorization. He was a little angry."

"How much?"

"It's not a matter of money, it's not much. It's a matter of face. This kid is silent and the deputy director of the Military Affairs Bureau, less than thirty."

"Oh, really? That's not, you're one level higher than you?"

"It's not the first level. Taili is a deputy provincial unit. It's a deputy army in the army. It's a military region and is treated as a major general. If it's the worst, it's the same level as the Standing Committee member and the Deputy City. It's amazing."

"Aren't you a good friend to have a personal relationship with him? It's also a lot of help, right?"

"Private relationships are personal relationships, and business is business. There is no question of help. We said at home that his studio helped me a lot. One work is more influential than the other, and I don't know how that guy's head grows."

"Then are you going to negotiate?" Director Zhang's wife poured out the herbal tea in his teacup and replaced it with boiled water.

"It's nothing, and he won't really make a fuss about this. Can he like these little money? I don't even like it. I'll ask the producer to apologize tomorrow, and if I talk about that, it will be over.

I just didn't understand what his starting point was, it was not a matter of money. Is it really because of copyright?"

"What did he say?" Director Zhang's wife poured herself a glass of boiling water and sat down.

Director Zhang learned the phone call just now: "..., that's all."

Director Zhang's wife also works in the stage. She worked as a host in her early years. Later, she has been working behind the scenes and is a producer on the financial channel. She is a middle-level member.

After thinking about it, holding the teacup and sucking two sips of boiled water, Director Zhang's wife said, "It should be a matter of copyright. I don't think it's a matter of face that you said. What he cares about is your attitude towards copyright."

"Not you respectful?"

"No. I don't think so. If it's face, he won't mention copyright law. In fact, Taiwan did not do well in this regard.

It can also be said that no one is paying attention to this issue. If we are placed from the perspective of creators, why do you use my works as long as you want? Have you asked me?

In fact, everyone usually does this, and it seems that they are used to it. Those creators dare not say anything, but they are not angry or have no ideas? But this time they meet someone who dares to say it.

I don't think he's angry, he's looking down on you."

"After saying that, isn't it just a matter of disrespect?

"There are financially, he doesn't care about this little money, and you don't care. Can you say that all the creators don't care? They don't eat?"

"You mean, he has this meaning in it?"

"I feel that. He is talking to a group. Didn't you say that he donates to build schools for charity every year? I feel that this person is more willing to consider the issue from a fair perspective."

Director Zhang nodded, reached out to touch the cigarette habitually, and then shrank back under the stern gaze of his wife, picked up the cup and took a sip of boiled water: "I'll call someone to have a meeting tomorrow to talk about this issue."

"You value him so much?"

"It's better to be friends or be friends, and it's not a big deal. When I first met him, I was still through the military shadow Lao Huang. Lao Huang had a very good relationship with him. At that time, he was still a civilian and had some money at home.

In just a blink of an eye, the actual major general was treated as a military region. At this level, what arrangements might be casual?

This only means that I don’t understand some things yet, or that I’m not qualified to understand them.

Old Huang has been promoted and wants to treat him. On the Sixth, you can go with me. It’s in the Moon Bay in Xiao Zhang. I happened to find an opportunity to talk to him, and you can also help me analyze it."

"Lt. Huang Lieutenant General Huang? Oh, I really didn't expect it. The promotion was not broadcast on the stage this time, I don't know how it was arranged."

"You said, how about letting Lao Huang and Xiao Zhang come here for this year's New Year's Gala? Their program was quite popular last year. No, I have to talk to Xiao Zhang about this matter myself."

Although the annual New Year’s Eve party is prepared from the middle of the year, as long as you have not yet started the stage and want to add a program and reduce it, it is just a matter of one sentence for the director of the Literary and Art Center.

The director of the National Taiwan Art Center is parallel to the deputy director in terms of level, and is guided by the deputy director in charge and responsible to the director in terms of work. It is also a high position and a high position and a high position.

"Well, their sketch is really well arranged. Can the two little girls in his family come? It's so popular."

"I dare not say, I'll try it. It's best if I can come. This kid is not like a young man at all. He wants to stay at home and play with his children every day. He attaches too much importance to his children and protects them well."

"Let Zhou Qing go and say, I heard that she is the godmother of those two children? The relationship is quite good."

"It's so bad. It's better to let Lao Huang go. He can pull people over even if he pulls them."

On this side, Director Zhang and his wife were chatting before bed. Zhang Yanming was holding his son and swaying around the room, humming a rocking song to coax him to sleep. On the other side, Sun Hongye was already asleep and snoring softly.
Chapter completed!