After putting down the phone, Zhang Yanming thought for a while and found that what Zhang Yongguang said was quite reasonable, and he was indeed in a slight dilemma.

This is not a sensation, it is a human being. This is a people-oriented society.

I slapped my forehead and forgot it, I didn’t want to do it anymore. I asked the program to go downstairs and hired someone myself.

After figuring it out, it was fine. He came out and walked to Sun Hongye with a relaxed look. Sun Hongye was holding his son and reading the documents. From time to time, he stuffed some food into Zhang Xiaoyi's mouth. The mother and the mother cooperated quite well.

Zhang Xiaoyi, who has been more than eight months old, can already eat complementary foods, and then he likes the taste. He is a bit like Zhang Yanming, who likes sweetness.

"Xiao Shang is leaving?"

"Well, why are you still staying for after you finish speaking? He had so many things that day."

"Did you agree?"

"Well. He just wants to go. It's more convenient for acquaintances to be there. It's not a big deal. District Mayor Li said hello. He would definitely be happy with this kind of favor.

This is helping District Liu to make arrangements. He can also find him here if he has any problems in the future. It is mutual benefit."

Sun Hongye curled her lips. She didn't want to interfere with these things outside, nor would she have any random ideas. Just take care of the house.

"Which day is the launch ceremony better?"

"Sunday? Generally, aren't this kind of large-scale activities on Sundays? Are you planning to sell tickets or enter them casually?"

"Ah? Who?"

"People. You don't plan to let the people participate, right? Such a large cultural square, the people around you have already set their sights on it. They care more about us every day. They know that they will start it up.

Besides, you can have tens of thousands of people in your place, so don’t you promote it? Isn’t that right? And there are more people inside and it makes the atmosphere look warm. If the leader is happy, it will be nice to report it.”

Zhang Yanming rubbed his beard and thought about it, and felt that what Sun Hongye said was very reasonable.

"Huh? Am I degenerating? Why do I feel like I am so confused today? I always can't think of the idea. Photon just clicked me, and you clicked another one."

"Are you degenerating? You are used to being lazy, you just don't want to do it from the bottom of your heart, don't want to make trouble, subconsciously resist and object, and you will definitely not be active. Isn't your brain still under your command?"

"Is there something wrong with this?"

“What’s the problem?”

"Brain. How do I direct the brain? The brain is a thinking organ and command other organs in the body. So how do we direct the brain? Do you tell it to manage itself?"

Sun Hongye was stunned halfway through his hand. This question seemed a bit awkward. Yes, is it our command of the brain or is the brain directing us? Or is it him commanding us to command it?

"Ah." Zhang Xiaoyi opened his mouth and didn't wait for something for a long time. He stretched his neck forward and shouted at his mother in dissatisfaction. When Sun Hongye looked at him, his eyes were paired with each other, and he immediately had a big smile, which was so sweet.

Sun Hongye stuffed the small biscuit into his son's mouth and rolled his eyes at Zhang Yanming: "You can just get upset and almost surround me. I care whoever cares about him, just be happy when you are alive. Get out of here."

Zhang Yanming sat down with a smile and touched his son's face: "Don't you think this question is quite mysterious? It's worth pondering."

"Take it down. It's something that no one has figured out for thousands of years. Do you have to figure it out? Then I have to cut my eyelids to see you. I'm idle."

"Hehe. Sunday. Then this Sunday will definitely not work. It's too short and it's too late. Then let's go next Sunday, 2nd, 3rd. Ten days of work should be enough."

"What did it take so long?"

"PhotoN said try to invite stars as much as possible, the more you come, the better, walk the red carpet.

I am going to ask for all the well-known domestic and foreign ones to scrape. Anyway, I can sit down. Then it will be lively and it will be so lively that he will leave the red carpet for four or five hours, saving the report without content."

"Foreign?" Sun Hongye was stunned for a moment: "Are you planning to announce your international award?"

"Well, Photon has applied for approval, so let's go directly to international. Anyway, no one needs to ask for approval from abroad."

"Don't discuss with whom?"

"No need, what to discuss? Our power is not small anymore. There are companies in TV stations, newspapers and colleges, so who do you have to beg for? Do you think you can easily approve it so quickly?

Besides, internationalization is our own business. We invite them and they come. Isn’t it enough to give a normal award? Fair and just, who can say what?”

"I don't think so. I just suggest you to change your mind. I feel that internationalization is not good, and there is no impact in China, so I'm a little anxious.

I personally think that we should do a good job in China first, make our reputations reach the peak, and then become international. At that time, it would be a matter of rising waters. It is meaningless now.

Besides, if you don’t do it first in China, you don’t even know everyone’s basic level very well, and you will become internationalized rashly. At that time, will you be really fair or fake? If you really get scolded, you will be scolded."

"You mean the difference in actual levels?"

"For. In some ways, we are indeed worse than others, and this must be admitted. Moreover, the differences in different national conditions are more obvious. Internationalization is not impossible, but we have to consider it clearly and find the right angle. What do you think?"

"Actually, I have the idea of ​​using awards to stimulate the entire domestic industry. But what you said... seems to make sense. It makes sense.

It seems that today is not my lucky day. I am always being slapped. I am still slapped. Son, come on, An Wei, your father, I." Zhang Yanming went over and hugged Zhang Xiaoyi.

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at Zhang Yanming very seriously, as if he was thinking about it, then pointed at the small biscuits on the table and looked at Zhang Yanming again.

"Call dad, I'll give you a bag for you if you call dad."

"Ah." Zhang Xiaoyi pointed again.

"Call dad."

Zhang Xiaoyi frowned, looked at Zhang Yanming's face and reached out to push back hard, then bent down toward Sun Hongye: "Momomomomomomomo, no, no, no, momo."

Sun Hongye reached out to take his son: "Are you going to talk? Does it look like you call me mom? Oh? Are you calling me son? Screaming again."

After running into Sun Hongye's arms, Zhang Xiaoyi became honest and pointed at the small biscuit with his little hand. "Ah. Oh uh, ah. Momo. Puff."

"Who did you learn to spit from? This is." Zhang Yanming looked at his son and analyzed whether he was spitting on purpose. It was probably either Zhang Xiaohuan or Zhang Xiaole did.

"If I would spit so early, it would be a good thing, is that possible?" Sun Hongye stuffed a biscuit to his son: "But I feel like I'm going to talk, so I'll definitely call me first. Hehe."

"That's how to eat cookies?"

"It's okay, Fat Chef baked it out for himself, it's not that dry, and put a lot of eggs."

"My brother didn't eat biscuits when he was a child, and he thought it was dry. I gave it all the biscuits. I like to eat them, which are dry and hard, and it smells good to chew."

"So generous? Not like it, then what does he eat?"

“…exchange my cake with cookies.”

Sun Hongye laughed out loud, which scared Zhang Xiaoyi. It felt so interesting.

"I really want to go back to my childhood and see what your buddies look like together. It must be very interesting."
Chapter completed!