Although Fatty Ye was afraid of Zhou Yongqiang's identity in his heart, he actually came from the streets, but he had never experienced the "green years" of shouting and killing, and he had not experienced the "bloody years" he imagined.
There was a huge gap in life, but he suddenly realized that he and Zhou Yongqiang were actually the same kind of people, and his fear suddenly became less strong.
When the social anxiety syndrome once again occupied Fatty Ye's highest realm of consciousness, he looked at Zhou Yongqiang and felt a little bit like him.
Zhou Yongqiang felt that Fatty Ye in front of him was very interesting. He was very different from many businessmen he met in the mainland. Anyway, everyone at the table was very boring, so he might as well chat with him more.
When Chen Junsheng introduced Wang Yifan as the second shareholder of Donghuang Media, Fatty Ye had not yet confirmed this identity in his mind.
He was also very excited to see his eldest brother. He had never been so close to such a big star. The eldest brother smiled very "kindly" and was not as overbearing as in the movie.
He looked like a little fanboy. If it weren't for the powerful bodyguards behind his elder brother, he would have pounced on him.
Zhou Yongqiang took another look at Wang Yifan.
After the eldest brother and the others left, Fatty Ye came and hit the bar in his mouth, and suddenly looked at Wang Yifan next to him with wide eyes.
"Brother Fan, I must have heard nothing wrong just now, right?"
There is great doubt in the small eyes.
"I don't know what you heard, how do you know if you heard it correctly?" Wang Yifan said with a smile.
"You said before that you have some connection with Donghuang Media!"
"Yes, I said that!"
"The second shareholder should be the shareholder with the second largest shareholding, right?"
"Maybe it means that shareholders in the name of individuals come second, I'm not too sure!"
Fatty Ye immediately gave him a look of contempt, then quickly took it back, sat down silently, and opened Baidu on his mobile phone.
Then, Wang Yifan heard gasping sounds next to him.
Fatty Ye looked at him with more and more resentment, as if he was a woman who had been abandoned in the end.
Wang Yifan felt that all the hairs on his body stood up.
"Brother Fan, the market value of Donghuang Media reached 96.253 billion today, the highest in the past month exceeding 100 billion."
"Well, I know a little bit about it!"
Wang Yifan nodded, the market value of listed companies fluctuates quite a lot.
Can you stop looking so carefree?
Fatty Ye was simply going crazy. This is 100 billion, 100 billion, not 10 million! Let alone 1,000 yuan!
Even if Wang Yifan only holds 1% of the shares of Donghuang Media, his personal net worth has reached 1 billion. But now it is found on Baidu that the shares of the guy named Wang Yifan in the Donghuang shareholder list have reached astonishingly
10 percentage points.
10!
Tens of billions!
Is this a little bit of the origin you are talking about?
Wang Yifan suddenly noticed that Fatty Ye had stopped talking, lowered his head, and scrolled through his phone silently.
He seemed to be confirming, but also seemed to find it incredible.
He knew that Wang Yifan was a boss, but he never imagined that he was at least a boss with a net worth of tens of billions!
Wang Yifan actually didn’t know what to say!
Because he became a shareholder of Donghuang Media not long ago, and he also needs to accept this surprising fact little by little.
As for the so-called tens of billions of net worth, in his concept now, it is just a series of numbers.
"Brother Fan, will you take me to play again in the future?"
Fatty Ye, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his head and said these words. There were many, many hopes in his eyes.
Honor Brokerage, if the valuation is raised, it may reach the top of 1 million. In the face of tens of billions of scale, isn't it just like playing?
Wang Yifan looked at Fatty Ye's amused expression and said, "I should be able to!"
He gave an affirmative answer.
Then, he discovered that Fatty Ye suddenly seemed to be a different person. He became energetic again and even spoke a little louder.
This situation has changed dramatically.
…
A brand new Maybach turned the corner at the intersection of the hotel with its beautiful taillights swaying, and drove slowly towards the distance.
The hotel security guard looked at the beautiful streamlines shining in the dark with envy, and dreamed of owning such a luxury car one day.
He is also a well-informed security guard.
Fatty Ye sat in the passenger seat and gently brushed the soft seat surface under his buttocks, as if stroking the girl's bright and tender skin. A faint fragrance came from his nose, covering up the smell of the leather seats.
It smells extremely high-end.
Occasionally he glanced at the man sitting in the back seat in the rearview mirror. He had a Chinese-character face and was not angry or intimidating.
This is his dream dream.
He hopes that one day he can become such a big boss.
Fan Donghai glanced at the dishonest Fatty Ye sitting in the passenger seat and raised his eyebrows. His secretary did not follow him today, otherwise, Fatty Ye's background would have been figured out long ago.
However, he didn't care much. Glory Brokerage had never heard of him, which meant that it was a small company with little energy or background.
However, this fat man can become Wang Yifan's partner. For this reason alone, he is worthy of his high regard.
"Are you still investing in the entertainment industry recently?"
Fan Donghai asked Wang Yifan beside him with a smile.
He did not think that today's meeting with Wang Yifan was a deliberate encounter. If the young people around him wanted to see him, they would not wait for sixteen years before appearing in front of him again.
Fatty Ye subconsciously pricked up his ears.
"It doesn't matter. I just happened to meet him at the right time. I thought Zirong was quite reliable, so I invested in his company!"
Fatty Ye, who was very reliable, grinned quickly, and his shoulders seemed to be several centimeters taller.
"What specific plans do you have for this company in the future?"
Fan Donghai asked somewhat cautiously. He had to understand Wang Yifan's attitude before he could decide his attitude towards this so-called Glory manager.
After all, artist managers and Donghuang Media have business conflicts.
Wang Yifan and Fatty Ye would never have thought that in Fan Donghai's eyes, a small company invested by Wang Yifan might threaten Donghuang Media, and this also depended on Wang Yifan's choice between the two companies.
"I actually don't care much about this. Uncle Fan can help with some pointers!"
As the founder of Donghuang Media, Fan Donghai’s success is legendary. He is qualified to comment on the future path of Glory Agency.
Fatty Ye's ears stood up higher.
"Hahaha, it's not about giving advice. Since Zirong is the person you like, are you interested in coming to our Donghuang?"