Gu Bei was one of the first batch of college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination. In that special era, students were unprecedentedly liberated. Children who had been "oppressed" by their parents and teachers for a long time suddenly had no control and were like wild horses running wild, playing as much as they wanted.

Noisy.

What kind of future and what kind of future are not within the scope of their consideration, they only care about tossing.

Gu Bei was very grateful to the original body. All his peers were wasting precious time wantonly, but the original body finally woke up after struggling for a while and started to become a Xiaoyao sect.

I stay at home reading and studying every day. From this point of view, maybe I am also a reborn person, otherwise I would not have the foresight.

Probably because of the influence of Li Sufen, or maybe because although the original person is diligent, his foundation is too poor after all, but he is very talented in painting.

Finally, I was admitted to Beijing Film Academy and was fortunate to be a member of the 78th class of Fine Arts Department. I am lucky because the students of this class will basically become the leaders in the Chinese film and television industry in the future.

Zhang Guoshi, Chen Kaige, Tian Zhuangzhuang, not to mention all the stars in the acting department.

When Gu Bei was reborn, he was still in school. As the little brother next to the future big shots, he witnessed the green years of those big shots up close.

"Master, I'm here to report. This is a letter of introduction from our school."

The old doorman took the reading glasses, looked at the letter of introduction carefully for a long time, and glanced at Gu Bei twice.

There are no photos on it, so I don’t know what to tell.

"Wait a minute!"

The old man was very cold, closed the small window with a snap, and then grabbed the phone.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties came and took Gu Bei away.

"You came alone?"

Seeing the other party's face full of surprise, Gu Beichao looked around and saw that there was no one else there?

"Come with me! You're only 19. You're young enough. You're about to graduate from college."

The middle-aged man looked at Gu Bei's materials and muttered to himself, seeming to understand something, and looked at them with deep meaning for a long time.

Can you say something clearly?

What are you talking about?

Gu Bei was complaining wildly in his heart, and he had to put on a respectful look on his face, just like the newbie assigned to him by his unit in his previous life, and he was tremblingly asking for advice.

"Reinstate college students in the year of college entrance examination, right?"

"Yes, teacher, you..."

"There is no need to call me teacher. My surname is Zhang. You can call me Lao Zhang or Comrade Zhang."

Haha! Haha!

Don't dare!

"Xiao Gu, the interns from your school either went to film studios or returned to their original workplaces. Why did you come to CCTV? This is not a good place."

Your words are too modest.

CCTV!

But what Lao Zhang said is not wrong.

In the past life, CCTV must have been a good unit for people to break their heads and try to squeeze in. But now, for these people who came from Beijing Film Academy, claim to be well-known and upright, and are determined to shed their lives and blood for the development of China's film industry.

I mean, it's not really a good place to go.

There is also a chain of contempt in the literary and art circles.

Movies are art, television... is just entertainment.

Look, that's all.

In addition, the students in the class of 1978 basically all have official employers, or they are the children of employees of a certain studio. They urgently joined the job before entering school, and are waiting to return to the original employer after graduation to shine.

In the entire session, there were more than 200 people from all majors combined, and Gu Bei was the only one recommended to be an intern at a TV station.

For this reason, Li Sufen was very dissatisfied. According to her opinion, Gu Bei should have gone to Beijing Film Studio.

There is only one allocation opportunity, and once it is decided, it cannot be changed. The file is transferred together with the recommendation letter.

Not convinced?

Then don't report it, you will be automatically removed from the list in three months, and then you are welcome to join the ranks of idle people in society.

Lao Zhang was a warm-hearted man, probably because he saw that Gu Bei was young, so he wanted to take care of him. He accompanied him throughout the entire entry process, and also gave Gu Bei a detailed introduction to the basic situation in Taili.

Overall, the future is bright, but... poor.

Yes, CCTV today is very poor, very poor. It has the word "central" on it, but it is not lofty at all.

The annual financial allocations from above are simply not enough to support the station to complete its scheduled plans. Whenever there is no rice to cook, the station director can only lead a team to go to the Radio, Television and Television Planning and Finance Department to ask for alms.

Gu Bei listened to Lao Zhang's plain talk and didn't dare to talk to him. It was obviously taboo to say this in front of a newcomer like him.

It is not difficult to draw a conclusion from this: Lao Zhang is not only a warm-hearted person, but also a talker.

"We will be a team from now on, work hard, this place... is quite training."

Gu Bei believed it.

Looking at the work permit in his hand, he saw a photo. The big boy on the top was smiling very brightly. Below was his department and division of labor at CCTV, and below was his name.

Literary and Art Department, Art Department, Gu Bei.

I was new here, and I wanted to show off, but there was no chance. There were only three people in this office, and one of them asked for sick leave. According to Lao Zhang, I didn’t see him after the Qingming Festival. He said he was sick, but in fact he was just waiting at home.

Retirement.

"Brother Zhang, who is the leader of our department?"

After running around upstairs and downstairs, the two gradually became familiar with each other, and their title changed from "Teacher Zhang" to "Brother Zhang", which was full of intimacy.

"The original one has been transferred, and the new one hasn't arrived yet. Now the deputy director is in charge temporarily."

"What do we do every day?"

Lao Zhang raised his head and looked at Gu Bei, his eyes looking through the thick lenses as if he was observing a strange species.

Understood.

In his previous life, Gu Bei had worked in government agencies, private companies and state-owned enterprises. In more than 20 years, he had gone from a stupid young man to a human spirit. Now, his green face is just a disguise.

Like Lao Zhang, I took a newspaper, poured a cup of tea, and lit a cigarette.

Lao Zhang nodded happily, the boy can be taught.

With the three-piece set complete, I subconsciously calculated in my mind how long it would take until retirement.

Look, this is the fundamental reason why Gu Bei despises this job.

In the early 1980s, televisions were not yet popular, and CCTV was not the ratings powerhouse it would become later. It was separated from Beijing TV Station three years ago and went it alone. It wanted money but no one, and it was only used for office work.

The broadcasting building is quite impressive.

Gu Bei had a hunch that if he stayed like this for three years, he would not have any ambitions.

There was nothing wrong the whole morning, the newspaper was almost torn by him, the tea cup had been diluted with water several times and it had long since lost its taste, and there was only half a pack of cigarettes left from the neighbor's house.

"Let's go, let's eat!"

Lao Zhang was very happy. He was originally the only one in this office, but now he finally had company, and they were chatting happily. He completely failed to understand the sense of urgency of the times when young people are eager to contribute to the early realization of the four modernizations.

Gu Bei came to the CCTV cafeteria for the first time. It looked very simple. The only saving grace was that the sanitary conditions were very good. As for the food provided, it was mainly about filling up.

Potatoes, cabbage, and steamed buns were sufficient. The aunt in charge of serving the vegetables probably saw that Gu Bei was young and rarely shook the spoon. She also flipped up a big piece of fat meat from the bottom of the basin, which made Lao Zhang, who was in the back, exclaim.

As a result, when it was his turn, the aunt had Parkinson's disease, her hands were shaking, and her rhythm was filled with joy.

"Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang, please be merciful, we were the same family five hundred years ago."

Even trying to find relatives was of no use. There was only one level spoon of food left. Lao Zhang looked dejected, as if he had lost a hundred million.

"Brother Zhang! Here you go, I don't like fat meat."

What Gu Bei told was the truth, but in Lao Zhang's opinion, it was clearly a newcomer in the workplace trying to please his seniors.

These days, people are generally short of fat and water in their stomachs, so fat slices of pork are definitely the most beautiful thing on the dinner plate.

"Xiao Gu, no, no need."

Gu Beike ignored Lao Zhang's objection and insisted on throwing the big piece of white fat meat into the other party's plate.

If you eat this, you will feel nauseous.

Snort snore.

Not only the two of them, but also everyone else. From time to time, Lao Zhang’s acquaintances came over to say hello and meet new colleagues.

The piece of fat meat was left until the end. Seeing Lao Zhang carefully putting it in his mouth and chewing it with a look of enjoyment on his face, Gu Bei felt a twinge in his stomach.

"Everyone, stop for a moment. Stop for a moment. I have something to announce."

Gu Bei was about to get up to fill a bowl of porridge when he saw a little old lady walking in. She was not tall and had a curly head. She looked... very familiar.

"I'll read your name later. Go to the conference room on the third floor at 1:30 p.m."
To be continued...