Chapter 718 Workplace Bullying

“The Olympic spirit symbolizes peace, friendship and unity in the world.

"Have you forgotten what is written in the Olympic Charter? Can you still recite the Olympic Declaration?!"

In the private lounge, International Olympic Committee President Jacques Rogge slapped the table, spitting -

This Belgian, who has always been elegant and easy-going, rarely gets angry, but this time he really couldn't stand it anymore.

Damn you guys are so unfaithful, you can just do some small tricks in private, but after you are done, you can't cover it up, and the big benefactor comes to call you.

What does the Olympic Committee rely on for its income? Do you really have no idea?

"Ms. Zaskaraki, could you please repeat the words related to the principles of Olympism written by the International Olympic Committee in the Olympic Charter?"

“…Everyone should have the possibility to practice sport without any form of discrimination and embody the Olympic spirit of mutual understanding, friendship, solidarity and fair play, also known as the modern Olympic spirit.”

"Did you do it?"

"...Sorry, Mr. Chairman, I have found out the cause of this matter. I will punish the relevant communicators and staff to ensure that this kind of thing that violates the Olympic spirit will not happen again."

Yana Anyelopoulos Zaskaraki tried her best to keep a calm face and admitted her mistake very sincerely.

It’s not okay to be insincere.

The big benefactor was sitting next to him.

Besides, what do the mistakes made by the people below have to do with me as a chairman?

My intentions were good, but the people below blinded my eyes.

Jacques Rogge glanced at her and said nothing.

He also put on this posture to show the sponsor.

Some things weigh only two ounces without being put on the scale, but weigh more than a thousand catties when put on the scale.

After the closed-door meeting ended, and the representatives of the major donors and the members of the International Olympic Committee left with satisfactory results, Zaskaraki breathed a sigh of relief——

Damn it, don't let me find a chance, or else sooner or later I'll report you old guy for workplace bullying.

She couldn't touch the financial owner, but she could still hate Jacques Rogge.

What the hell.

The world is as dark as crows. She does not believe that Jacques Rogge, the President of the International Olympic Committee who has been in Athens these days, has no idea about the difficulties that the Chinese delegation encountered in Athens.

If you didn't stand up and stop it with righteous indignation before, why would you jump out and pretend to be a big-tailed wolf now?

If you want to put yourself in a better position, just say so.

And that Spike...

Thinking of the instigator of this internal closed-door meeting, Zaskaraki felt itchy with hatred.

Since the successful hosting of the Athens Olympics, she has reached the pinnacle of her career as the chairman of the Greek Olympic Organizing Committee - she was even selected into the list of the world's 50 strongest women selected by Fortune magazine.

It can be said that she relied on this wave of east wind to make enough capital for herself.

Then, Spike from China gave her a blow in the head, which directly severely damaged her internal reputation.

This is so fucked up.

In fact, she didn't even get a chance to see Spike from beginning to end.

With this thought in mind, after adjusting his mentality, Zaskaraki immediately called his subordinates with a serious expression on his face——

"What do you do for food?

"ah?!

"Have you forgotten what is written in the Olympic Charter? Can you still recite the Olympic Declaration?!"

………………………

"What?"

In the hotel where the Chinese delegation stayed, Zhang Yimou, who was still working with his team members to revise the next venue plan, received a call from a member of the Greek Olympic Organizing Committee, with a confused look on his face: "Okay, I understand, thank you."

"What's wrong, Lao Zhang?"

"Did Athens add any outrageous demands?"

"Lao Zhang?"

Seeing that there was something wrong with Zhang Yimou's demeanor, several think tanks suddenly felt anxious.

The current stage plan has been reduced again and again. If it continues to be reduced, they will have to reduce the number of people, and there will basically be no need for performances. They can simply send someone to recite poems.

For a moment, some people were already irritated by this imagined situation and thought about whether to just go on stage and recite the song "Qinyuan Chunxue".

Damn it, these white-skinned guys are so bullying!

"Is there another problem that needs to be negotiated? Director Zhang, please don't be impatient. Tell the problem. We can all work together and we should be able to solve it by modifying the plan." Ye Jintian sighed, stood up and set the tone.

"No, Lao Ye, why are you still thinking about compromising? They have made it clear that they are targeting us."

Zhang Li was dissatisfied: "If we continue to revise it, we will be dancing on tofu blocks."

As a member of Zhang Yimou's photography team, he has almost reached the limit of his endurance.

"Otherwise, we have no choice but to give in. This is their territory. You must understand that we are working on their territory, and we are asking for help from them." Ye Jintian pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, making an equally loud noise.

He also had something to say. Since we are in a weak position, we naturally have to do whatever others say. There is no way.

Do you think he wants to change it again and again?

Isn't this a compromise made out of desperation?

"Ye Jintian, you are also——"

"Okay, no need to argue, there is no need to change the stage plan to a smaller size."

Before his team was about to quarrel again, Zhang Yimou, who was quite shocked, finally spoke up to stop the dispute.

These days, the compromise faction led by Tim Yip has always had the upper hand.

"Huh? No need to change the size?"

"Not only do you not need to make it smaller, you can even make it bigger."

Zhang Yimou sat on the chair, rubbing his knuckles, his eyes full of regret for himself: "Zhou Yi solved the stage problem."

"Um?!"

"Book of Changes?!"

"That Zhou Yi who is in Paris now???"

As soon as Zhang Yimou said this, all his team members were stunned.

Why did he solve the stage problem?

"The specific solution is not clear. The other party only said that it was a misunderstanding and asked us to convey the apology of the Greek Olympic Organizing Committee to Zhou Yi."

When Zhang Yimou said this, his voice was a little hoarse.

Although he was mentally exhausted these days, an unspeakable emotion still came to his mind unconsciously.

He has been working on the art of light and shadow for most of his life, but in the end he was worse than a young man who only debuted for five years.

Zhang Yimou said: No;

Zhouyi said: OK.

Regardless of the reasons behind it, this is the most intuitive result.

"Remember the stage draft that Zhou Yi submitted at the beginning? Athens agreed to open that part of the area, and gave us full authority to handle the lighting and other arrangements in the corresponding area..."

Ye Jintian: "..."

As the leader of the compromise faction in this Olympic team, he was completely confused when he heard these words.

Not buddy——

Can you really walk sideways?

As an old Hong Konger born in 1967, he admitted that a large part of the reason why he would compromise again and again this time was because he had never thought about how to argue.

The era he experienced and grew up in happened to be an era with the greatest gap between China and Europe and the United States.

He has the ability to compete for major art awards in Europe and the United States, but he is very quick to compromise on certain things - this is determined by his past life and growth experience.

Deep down, he needs European and American recognition.

"Yimou, what do you mean..."

"Although our original stage plan cannot be restored, the stage range of Zhouyi is now our stage range, and we can relax a little bit."

Zhang Yimou confirmed Zhang Li's half-excited and half-unbelievable question and gave a definite answer.

"Zhou Yi is awesome."

"Awesome, this can all work."

"That's really awesome. Now I'm curious how he put pressure on these arrogant white-skinned people."

"This fucking international influence is even more impressive than that of Chenglong and Li Lianhe."

"I admit that I spoke a little louder to him in private before. This is not only tough in civil war, but also tougher in foreign war. It is much stronger than just daring to fight in a nest."

"..."

After getting the exact answer, everyone in the team talked excitedly. After Ye Jintian came to his senses, he felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart, but then he thought that it was Zhou Yi who rejected his clothing aesthetic design and rejected the request. Let the costumes he designed appear during a live song performance...

He's emo again...

If this spreads out, how can he still survive in the industry?

Although it is said that the people on Zhang Yimou's team have professional ethics and will not gossip everywhere, but what about Zhou Yi...

Ye Jintian, who is happy and sad, can only hope that before the song performance, the clothes he designed will receive rave reviews at home and abroad. In this case...

Zhang Yimou is also a good person. One glance at Ye Jintian and you can roughly guess what he is struggling with in his heart right now.

To be honest, he is a little confused now.

To be fair, he was the one who made the final decision, which meant that Zhou Yi was also vetoing his color aesthetic this time.

On the one hand, it was the natal skills that he was famous for, and on the other hand, it was Zhou Yi's opinion that made him a little shaken.

However, due to path dependence, he finally chose to believe in himself.

The opinions Zhou Yi put forward already involved some of his unfamiliar blind spots. On such an important occasion and with not much time left, he did not dare to risk making changes.

Seek stability.

Stable, overwhelming.

However, after all is said and done, he still had to give Zhou Yi a call——

The reason is, didn't Athens want to help convey their apology?

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"Okay, I understand, Director Zhang."

In Paris, Armani closed the show and filmed the center.

Zhou Yi, who was changing into his third high-definition suit in the dressing room, let the makeup artist take care of himself and responded with a chuckle: "It's just a small matter."

Qian Jiang was leaning on the edge of the table, crossing his arms over his chest, with an expression like "I'll just watch you act cool".

It was such a small thing, I don’t know who directly brought it up and talked about it with Coca-Cola——

"I didn't even bother with this matter. If you want to thank me, you should find an opportunity to thank my agent. He is responsible for this matter."

The strong man Qian Jiang stood at attention.

Let Zhang Yimou thank him, thank you for thinking of it.

Qian Jiang tried to raise the corners of his mouth several times, but was forced down by him.

"Laugh if you want to, holding it in is not good for your health."

After putting on makeup, Zhou Yi stood up from the chair, took the high-end suit jacket handed over by the assistant, put his arm through the cuffs and walked towards the door, and said without looking back.

"No, I have nothing to laugh about. I just think your modesty seems a bit unrealistic, a bit like in a dream."

"I gave you face, didn't I, old Qian?"

"Hey, that's right."

Qian Jiang, who followed him, clapped his hands and laughed: "This is the Zhou Yi I know."

"Damn, you don't even want to do me a favor. Don't even mention that you are my agent. You have no vision at all." Zhou Yi curled his lips in disdain, with contempt.

As an agent, Qian Jiang has a favor like Zhang Yimou in his hand, which is definitely better than nothing.

"Be careful, I will report you for bullying employees when I go back to Hong Kong."

"Damn, I'm afraid of you, come on, come on, head-on..."

The little assistant with a low sense of presence laughed secretly at the edge of the dressing room.

To be honest, since Warner completed the reorganization, the atmosphere within the company has obviously subsided compared to the previous situation of internal strife and fierce competition. The two leading men and women, Zhou Yi and Sun Yanzi, are not the kind of people who need to put on airs, so naturally, others can't put on airs either.

Even Zhang Huimei was marginalized.

Zhou Yi, who had a friendly exchange with Qian Jiang all the way, unexpectedly saw Eva Green, who really came to shoot a promotional video, when he walked into the shooting center again-

A beige Armani women's suit, big eye shadow, full eyeliner, and flaming red lips that highlight her temperament.

The whole person looks like a superior temperament.

"OK, it's time to call it a day, you can take a break, Miss Green."

After the photographer made an OK gesture to her, the new French goddess also noticed Zhou Yi who was going to the next door, and smiled: "Why, are you surprised? I said at the beginning that we would see each other during the Armani shooting, and you still didn't believe it."

"..."

To be honest, Zhou Yi really didn't believe it at the beginning.

He is a global spokesperson anyway, and in his opinion, Eva Green is at most a spokesperson for France.

But now...

"To be honest, I am really surprised."

Zhou Yi looked her up and down, and said, "Are you a global spokesperson?"

"Well, how should I put it? No, but my position is quite special."

Eva Green smiled and said, "Do you know that Mr. Armani will hold a women's fashion show at Paris Fashion Week?"

As a fashion master of a generation, Giorgio Armani will hold his first women's clothing couture show at the beginning of next year - the first, which is of great significance to Giorgio Armani and his company, who will be 70 years old next year.

Armani Prive is the highest-level product line in Armani's women's clothing series. As the first batch of women's couture, it has only 31 styles, and the overall design is synonymous with Italian elegance.

"What does this have to do with you? You are not a model, and you can't wear them on the street all day, and you are not endorsing Prive."

Dress dress, as the name suggests, is not designed to be worn on the street.

"Honestly, I have to thank you for this. Originally I was just a pioneer, but after the news about you and me appeared frequently in the newspapers, my temperament seems to have been really noticed."

French beauties always have a unique beauty.

This is different from the old-fashioned American and British ones.

For Giorgio Armani, a designer born in an art country, he eats the beauty of unique temperament.

Especially after standing with Zhou Yi and appearing in the newspapers, the temperaments of the two are not mutually exclusive, but in the eyes of people like him, there is a wonderful chemical reaction.

"So you still owe me a favor?" Zhou Yi stroked his chin and extracted the key points.

"You can say that. So, how do you want me to repay you?" Eva Green looked at him with interest.

"Well, I'll book you a time slot next year to act in an MV?"

"Is this how you date women, Spike?"

"What? No, no, no, I never make it so complicated to date women."

Zhou Yi shrugged, a smile on his face: "Usually, I just need to walk over and say I like you to a woman, that's enough. They often agree to be with me directly, and I haven't failed with this method."

"Hmm."

Eva Green raised her eyebrows: "Is it possible that they can't refuse you at work?"

"That has nothing to do with me. Why should I think about what they think? I'm not their parents." Zhou Yi said nonchalantly.

"I can see that."

Eva Green nodded noncommittally, walked up to the man, stretched out her hand to smooth his tie, raised her head and looked at him: "You regard women as disposable playthings, rather than actual goals to pursue."

As their eyes met, Zhou Yi tilted his head and smiled silently: "Well, it sounds like a good inference."

"But the beads on your hands and the jade pendant around your neck are not included."

"You still understand this?"

"When you first debuted, you didn't have these two things on your hands or around your neck. Considering that you are used to attacking the families of Eminem, 50 Cent and others, you should have a good family. In other words, if your parents gave them to you, they wouldn't appear on you so late."

Zhou Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he looked down at her with his height advantage: "What else can you guess?"

"Is it still about you, Mr. Spike?"

"Of course."

"If you didn't refute what I said just now, it means that they are indeed given by two women who are very important to you. Moreover, you are now in a balance that no one wants to break, otherwise you can't wear them at the same time."

Eva Green, who was adjusting Zhou Yi's tie, raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "It's rare that a playboy will also have a woman he doesn't want to lose?"

"Can I understand your words as jealousy?" Zhou Yi said, letting her move.

"Is that your evaluation of me?"

"Your beauty is a problem for your acting career. You are worried that you will become a vase with only a body and that the audience will not take you seriously, so you want to use art films to prove that your acting skills are worthy of praise."

Eva Green narrowed her eyes slightly: "Beautiful women with big breasts are often brainless."

"This is thanks to your own industry practitioners."

Zhou Yi smiled, staring at her with deep eyes: "You have feelings for me, but you are not willing to let yourself become a passer-by in my life. You want to show your aggressiveness to make me or yourself break this idea. You don't want to be a pendant of a passer-by.

"Or, you want me to remember you-and, know who they are."

"...Has anyone told you that narcissistic men and greasy words often make people feel uncomfortable and disgusted in the end."

"So people who love me call me an angel, and people who hate me call me a devil. It's very extreme."

Zhou Yi leaned over slightly and got close to her: "So, what about you?"

"You should go to shoot. "

Eva Green curled her eyes, smiled and raised her hand to pat the man's cheek: "Lucifer."