Chen Chong put down the design drawing in his hand, looked at the uneasy designer sitting opposite him with interest, and then asked, "Are you Feng Xiaobo?"

The man whispered in a low voice.

The manager next to him couldn't stand it anymore and quickly introduced with a professional smile: "Mr. Chen, he is Feng Xiaobo, our youngest and most talented designer."

Chen Chong nodded slightly and asked again: "Are you planning to build a waterfall in my office?"

"Yes, yes." Feng Xiaobo came to his senses, blushed and explained incoherently: "I think if this, the sixth and seventh floors are connected, the building is high, no, the floor is high, if it is too high, there needs to be a taller landscape decoration, otherwise, just that, a little empty..."

"Mr. Chen, why don't you look at other designs?" The manager was very desperate about Feng Xiaobo's performance. He picked up a stack of drawings, stood up diligently, handed them to Chen Chong, and said, "Our office has many designs, all of which are very novel and unique."

"No need." Chen Chong tapped the drawing on the table with his finger and said, "I like this very much."

"It's good if Mr. Chen likes it." After hearing this, the manager showed joy on his face, sat down again, touched Feng Xiaobo with his elbow, and signaled him to express his performance immediately.

"Mr. Chen." Feng Xiaobo stood up in a panic and said, "Will you drink water? I'll pour you another cup of tea?"

"No need." Chen Chong looked at him, remembering his poor behavior when he first entered the workplace, he couldn't help but curl up his mouth and said, "Sit down, I'll ask you something."

After he sat down again, Chen Chong spread out the drawings and began to ask for some details of the decoration.

Although Feng Xiaobo was very nervous, he was quite organized when talking about professional content. He could answer any questions about Shen Chong immediately. He considered all details, obviously there were real materials and was very careful about this design.

In the future, those who work in that office building are all creative and cultural staff, so Chen Chong planned to learn from the practices of later high-tech companies, break the traditional layout of small grid offices, and make some tricks.

In the past few days, he has seen a lot of decoration design drawings, most of which are pretty good, with no creativity or novelty. Only the one he saw today is very interesting.

The design is clever and the timing is clever. This design drawing not only meets the office decoration requirements of Shen Chong, but also meets the scene needs of Shen Chong's large-scale movie production.

After more than half an hour of conversation, Chen Chong let go of his hand and let the drawings roll up naturally, and then said, "Manager Xiao, I am very satisfied with this design. You see when it will be convenient, we signed the contract."

Manager Xiao was overjoyed and said in a word: "It's OK at any time, it's OK at any time."

"Okay, tomorrow morning, you can send someone to our company to sign a contract." Chen Chong casually mentioned the time, then he looked at Feng Xiaobo, who was holding back his smile but obviously smirking, and asked, "Designer Feng, I'll ask you something."

"good."

"Are you interested in making movies?"

Wan Chai Pier, Hong Kong.

Wu John looked up at the double-decker tourist boat in front of him and said to a thin young man wearing glasses beside him: "Jiazhen, what does Mr. Chen mean to have a meeting on the boat this time?"

The young man, named Zhang Jiazhen, used to work in Jiahe and was a friend of John Woo. He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I have been in Oriental Charm for less than a month, I am just an assistant. How can I know what Big P wants?"

"Didn't you say you met Mr. Shen a few days ago?" Wu asked, "He didn't say anything?"

"Nothing said." Zhang Jiazhen said with his hands crossed his chest; "Just ask about my resume, and then said some clichés like good things like that.

John Wu said oh, and asked again: "How do you feel when doing things in Oriental Charm?"

Zhang Jiazhen thought about it and said, "The organizational structure is more like that of the American company, and the division is very detailed, but there are no new movies recently. We assistant producers study Hollywood movie cases every day. It's quite boring and it's not fun when filming in Jiahe."

"You told you not to quit your job, you insisted on running away," Wu Johnson also hugged his arm and said, "I said long ago that the rich young man just wanted to pick up girls. He didn't want to open a film company. Even if you were asked to be a manager, there would be no show to shoot. You didn't believe it, but you saw it. As soon as Miao Qianren agreed to date him, the film company was immediately ruined. You didn't make the film and you didn't have any work."

Zhang Jiazhen laughed awkwardly and said, "I just came back from the United States and didn't know anything. Besides, when I was filming in Jiahe, Miao Qianren took good care of me. She asked me to help, and I was embarrassed to refuse."

"You are a top student at New York University and have a strong diploma. If you stay in Jiahe, in a few years, the position of the producer manager will be yours. Then no scenes can be filmed."

"It's not that easy." Zhang Jiazhen shook his head and said, "The bosses of Jiahe all came to Hong Kong from old Shanghai. They don't know how to speak Shanghai dialect and will never be able to get on the post. I work in Jiahe, and I'm not despised by others? You have been in Jiahe for seven or eight years, and you don't have the chance to make a comeback. You can only make some funny movies you don't like."

Wu John was speechless. The two stood by the dock, each with their own thoughts. After a while, Zhang Jiazhen saw the figure in the distance, put down his arms and said, "Sammo Hung is here, I'll pick it up."

"Brother Sanmao."

"It's you." Sammo Hung was a little surprised to see Zhang Jiazhen and said, "Last time I heard you were on Li's TV station, when did you go to do something for Mr. Chen?"

"Just last month." Zhang Jiazhen made an invitation and said, "Have a meeting in the cruise building."

"Mr. Shen has arrived?"

"Not yet. Mr. Chen said he would arrive at 3 o'clock. You can go up first. I have to wait for a few more people."

This double-decker cruise ship has a lot of space. Although it is not new, it is clean and tidy. The plastic seats fixed on the deck have all been replaced with new ones, and Yu Yu is clean.

John Woo and Sammo Hung walked up the second floor and saw that there were already about ten people inside, gathering in groups of three or five, smoking and chatting.

Both of them have been working hard in the Hong Kong film industry for many years. At first glance, most of them are acquaintances. Those few faces are very young, probably newcomers recruited by Oriental Charm some time ago.

"Sanmao, John Wu, come here to sit."

Wu Johnson looked at the person who said hello, and was quite surprised. He walked over, sat on the plastic chair next to him, and said, "Chen Xinjian, aren't you building your own company? Why are you here too?"

Chen Xinjian smoked the two of them, and then said, "My small company has been sold to Mr. Chen."

Sammo Hung was also surprised when he heard this. He took the cigarette and said, "The movies you filmed in your film company are very popular. I remember "Inside and Outside the Wall" sold more than 5 million yuan, and it was the third largest in the annual box office. How could it be sold?"

"I worked hard, so how comfortable it is to follow the God of Wealth to make money." Chen Xinjian took out the lighter and lit it for them, saying, "And the price given by Mr. Chen is very attractive."

"Congratulations on the fortune, congratulations on the fortune." Sammo Hung sat on the chair and said with a smile. "Everyone knows that Mr. Chen is very generous. You must make a lot of money this time. You must treat him tonight."

"It's just a small surplus." Chen Xinjian smiled and said, "I am not my own. Yu Rentai, Yu Yunhang and others have all the shares. Everyone has a share, but they don't have much money."

John Woo was concerned about another thing, he asked: "Then are you an employee of Oriental Charm now?"

"Yes." Chen Xinjian nodded and said, "Be an ordinary producer in Oriental Charm."

Sammo Hung pointed to Zeng Lizhen not far away and joked: "You are the superintendent in front of you, and you are not embarrassed to be a subordinate of Gui Jianchou?"

"She is the same level as me, and she is both an ordinary producer." Chen Xinjian picked up the ashtray next to her, bounced the ash, and said, "Everyone is at the same level, no one can care about each other."

"No? Isn't she a producer of Oriental Charm?"

"It used to be, but now it's not." Chen Xinjian explained: "Oriental Charm has been restructured. The producers are divided into several levels, assistants, ordinary, seniors, and then managers. It is said that Boss Shen has dug up a big shot to be a manager, but I haven't seen him yet."

"Since she is not the manager," Sammo Hung asked, "Why are so many people surrounding her? You are sitting here alone."

"A palace maid who can see the emperor every day, are you so coquettish?" Chen Xinjian sneered and said, "She is the boss's confidant. I am a soldier who just entered the door. Can it be compared?"

After the three of them chatted and laughed for a while, John Wu asked: "Chen Xinjian, do you know what to shoot in the new drama?"

"I don't know." Chen Xinjian took out the cigarette box again. In this era, there was not a strong sense of smoking ban. Several people were all big smoke guns. While he was smoking, he said: "Anyway, it's a big production company, and it is said that it invests tens of millions."

John Wu leaned over and lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said, "So much?"

"What do you think?" Chen Xinjian lit a good cigarette, put away the lighter, and said in a tone of show off and amazement: "It's the US dollar, not the Hong Kong dollar."

Wu didn't squirt a cigarette and coughed violently - Chen Chong called him to come from Jiahe to become a director - and at Jiahe, he could only shoot some low-cost comedy movies, and directing movies with a investment of tens of millions of dollars, which was something he had never dreamed of.

Sammo Hung couldn't believe it either. He widened his eyes and asked, "Is it true or false?"

Chen Xinjian looked like a prank, and he laughed a few times and said, "I've said it's because I heard that you are not newbies who have never filmed a movie. You can shoot 10 movies with 10 UU,000 Hong Kong dollars. You can shoot a movie with 10 UU,000 US dollars. Do you really believe it? Even the true God of Wealth will not burn money so randomly."

He took a sip of cigarette, glanced at Sammo Hung up and down, and said with a smile: "If you really invest 10UU million US dollars, you will definitely find an international beauty like Elizabeth Taylor to act. How could you find you, a fat man, the protagonist?"

Sammo Hung took the action directly and punched him. He grinned in pain and was about to fight back when he heard someone talking below.
Chapter completed!