"I got bored after staying home for two days. It was seriously too dull, so I came running to you. This is another good friend of mine, Lu Qianran. She's from the Film Academy."
"Hi, master." Lu Qianran's cheeks were stuffed full, making her already round face look even plumper. "I came with Qiaoqiao to broaden my horizons."
"Welcome. What's your major?"
"Literature."
Wang Yan nodded. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you didn't come for nothing. Once we're done eating, I'll arrange a job related to your field."
"What?" Lu Qianran asked curiously.
"An editor for the film and television section."
"Reviewing submissions?"
"No." Wang Yan smiled. "Bring out the fighting spirit of a Beijing girl and battle those people posting film reviews. Refute their opinions."
"Then I can't call you master anymore. You're way too evil."
"What do you mean, evil? I haven't even assigned you a position yet." Wang Yan explained, "Your position is that film is a tool of ideological struggle. Art has national boundaries, but we must face the gap between domestic and foreign productions, discuss the differences between their film industries, and criticize the filthy ideas in certain movies.
"If that isn't your own view to begin with, then you can't do this job. As the saying goes, a mountain looks like a ridge from the front and a peak from the side. If you look with prejudice, what you see is bound to be one-sided."
"Master, I can definitely do it well." Lu Qianran immediately surrendered. "I didn't expect you to have studied this stuff too."
"A pop quiz: what's my major?"
"Photography... Oh, right, right. Photography students have to watch movies too, analyze camera movements and all that. So this is what you actually think?"
"Of course." Wang Yan smiled. "And this viewpoint