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Volume 1 Chapter 424 News from an Old Friend

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    "So you had a meal with the head of your country and his family." "It wasn't just a meal, but an in-depth conversation that involved a lot of my work." Shen Zhenghui was inevitably a little proud, although now he was  The Mitsumi Fukuda in front of me is Japanese.  "Okay, maybe for me, this kind of pride is a little difficult to understand," Mitsumi Fukuda raised his hand, "but after all, meeting the head of state of a country is indeed something worth getting excited about. When I met the head of state  , I¡¯m a little excited, but I think I¡¯ve made it clear.¡± ¡°You think I can¡¯t speak clearly?¡± Shen Zhenghui tilted his head, ¡°Please, I¡¯ve already seen him, including him.  "Three generations of leaders." "The number of Japanese prime ministers I have met is much greater than this. If the title includes the former prime minister, there will probably be more." "Things are rare," Shen Zhenghui said seriously.  It's not unusual for a Japanese Prime Minister, let alone a former one, to see a Kim San Pang, that's big news. " "I have indeed met him," Mitsumi Fukuda replied.  Shen Zhenghui pretended to be surprised.  "When we were in Switzerland," Mitsumi Fukuda waved his hand, "I actually had some friendship with him. If he allowed me to export Pandora helmets to North Korea, I wouldn't mind visiting North Korea." "North Korean people don't have the Internet!  "Then we can sell him routers and fiber optic equipment." Mitsumi Fukuda shrugged, "I can't win this order from you." Shen Zhenghui slapped his forehead, "What were we going to do?" "You?"  Showing off to me the task entrusted by the supreme leader, and this task was personally awarded to you." Mitsumi Fukuda blinked, "I think this will be a task that consumes resources and energy? He wants you to film a film.  Is it a TV series or a movie that reflects his father? " Shen Zhenghui licked his lips and looked at Fukuda Mitsumi with some surprise.  "Am I right?" Fukuda Mitsumi tilted her head, "You can also use this condition to impress Jin Sanpang," she said thoughtfully, "If you can satisfy Jin Sanpang, we might really  Able to enter the North Korean market. "No, of course not!" Shen Zhenghui waved.  "You have been in contact with the top leader, of course you know that he will not be so superficial." He rolled his eyes, "Besides, China is different from North Korea. We call North Korea's system feudal socialism. No, wait and use the word socialism in  There seems to be something wrong in it. This term is as self-ironic as a hereditary dictatorship." "Li Jiapo." "Oh, a typical example." It was Fukuda Mitsumi's turn to roll his eyes.  "Or are you going to make up a term for this type of country? In addition to the Lenin-style party. Add a Lenin-style country, and then use prefixes to identify them, the feudal-style Lenin state, the group election-style Lenin  The country, the familial Lenin state? " "We seem to have gone off topic again." Shen Zhenghui continued to slap his forehead, "What should I tell you? I should tell you what the top leader said to me." "  Didn't he tell you about making TV series and movies about his father? " "It's not limited to his father, not limited," Shen Zhenghui waved his hand vigorously, ""Red Dawn" and "Zai Zhi Tian Xia" gave him a lot.  Inspiration. Therefore, he intends to increase his efforts in ideological propaganda to prove the legitimacy of the origin of our regime and at the same time bridge the so-called gap between the three decades before and after. " "When you say bridge, you know that the gap already exists.  "Fukuda Mitsumi lowered his head, "So you were conquered by the leader's ambition and determined to work hard for this goal? I thought you had already expressed your attitude in "Red Dawn"  "I'm just a director," Shen Zhenghui spread his hands. "In the 1990s, we had a series of classic war movies, such as "Armageddon," and various leadership movies and TV series in the first decade of the 21st century.  , although it is flattering, the so-called red blockbuster still plays a role in whitewashing, especially when leading comrades have just caught up with this wave of nationalist thoughts and do not want to start singing praises too early.  , but I don¡¯t want to start too late.¡± Shen Zhenghui bit his lip, ¡°Fundamentally speaking, he still hopes that I can produce a work that is fair and influential enough to demonstrate that we should not follow the old path or take the evil path.  "I remember that Chinese people love to overcorrect." "Yes," Shen Zhenghui also admitted.  "If you look back at history, you will find that we did stumble, but you have to admit that at least we did not fall."   Fukuda Mitsumi shrugged, "So you agreed to him." "Of course not, I'm not a bureaucrat, I can brag to satisfy my superiors in this regard." Shen Zhenghui clenched his fists, "I communicated with him about my  "Principles for doing things." "Do you have this thing?" Fukuda Mitsumi asked in confusion.  "Okay, let's talk about my aesthetic principles." Shen Zhenghui held his forehead, with an expression like a memory, "I definitely can't kneel down and lick power in public." "It's okay not to do it publicly?" "So don't  If you want me to make a film that deliberately glorifies virtues, at least there should be a fig leaf." "You and that person also said it so straightforwardly?" "Of course not, I tried to be more educated and coy like a young man."  Shen Zhenghui waved his hand, "By the way, I praised the two groups Ziganwu and the Industrial Party. I also recommended to him the websites I often visit. I also suggested that the publicity should be carried out in a down-to-earth and popular way. However,  As for my thoughts on governance, I¡¯m embarrassed to tell him, lest he think I want to be prime minister.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Mitsumi Fukuda comforted Shen Zhenghui, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, I think you should be the prime minister of Japan.  "Above the qualification line." "Yes, that's because you can be my deputy prime minister and minister of finance." "Thank you for the compliment, but I think I can be more effective as the prime minister."  Control the Federation of Industry and Commerce." "This is impossible." Mitsumi Fukuda smiled slightly, and then continued to ask, "Then how are you going to respond to this gentleman?" "He didn't ask me to respond, that's all.  I think he is still very generous and patient," Shen Zhenghui responded, "So I roughly talked about a few plans that I might start in the future, and he was willing to give me the green light. Of course, there were a few over-the-top ideas.  We still need to go to the Standing Committee to discuss it. After all, we are a democratic country, and the leader does not have the final say." "I will take it as if you are not complaining." "Of course not," Shen Zhenghui waved his hand.  Several of the ideas are indeed outrageous, but I think young people will like them. Of course, this is only a small part of what we talked about. You have to know that for a capitalist country, economic things are serious things.¡±  Fukuda Mitsumi sniffed, twisted his neck and asked, "Why don't you ask me why I came to you?" Shen Zhenghui calmed down, sat down, and stared into Fukuda Mitsumi's eyes, "Is there anything troublesome?  " "In a sense, yes." Mitsumi Fukuda replied.  "What is it? Do I need to be mentally prepared?" Shen Zhenghui asked, pressing his heart, "Tell me!" He had a strong expression on his face.  "Sauron is dead." Mitsumi Fukuda said calmly.  Shen Zhenghui blinked, "Who are you talking about?" "You shouldn't forget him," Fukuda Mitsumi reminded, "He kidnapped you, although nothing happened in the end." "Yes, I still have it.  Shen Zhenghui spread his hands, "So should I go to his memorial service and thank him?" Shen Zhenghui narrowed his eyes, "How did he die?" He shook his fist.  I should probably be grateful that there is one less person with the same background as us in this world. "No, if you knew how he died, you wouldn't," Mitsumi Fukuda continued.  "Then how did he die?" Shen Zhenghui asked in compliance with her words.  (To be continued.) ps: gritting my teeth and persevering
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