At noon the next day after the agreement was negotiated, Wei Ran, who was hungover, was picked up by his aunt Zhou Shujin. He rushed to the studio in a daze and signed a three-volume thick agreement.
One name after another was pressed with fingerprints, and then Professor Alexei and Jima worked together to throw him into the bedroom on the second floor of the studio.
When he finally woke up from his drunkenness, the setting sun outside the window had been trampled under his feet by the statue of the Motherland on Mamayev Hill.
"You finally woke up. I was going to ask your uncle to take you to the hospital to sober up." Aunt Zhou Shujin poured Wei Ran a glass of gin while speaking. "Drink it and wake up. I have something to tell you.
.”
Wei Ran yawned, picked up the wine glass, drank the cold liquid in one gulp, and then rubbed his face vigorously, "Auntie, what's the matter?"
"This is the agreement you signed at noon today. I hope you still have an impression."
Zhou Shujin handed one of the agreements to Wei Ran with a smile, then sat at the edge of the long table and said with a smile, "After yesterday's negotiations, some modifications have been made to this agreement. You only need to remember the most critical ones.
Just click.”
"What time?" Weiran asked, glancing at the "20%" circled in pencil on the agreement.
“First of all, you still hold 20% of the original equity of this company, and it will not be diluted due to subsequent operating adjustments or capital injections. There is no change in this.
Accordingly, every year you need to provide a good story with a real historical background. At this point, there is no fixed measurement standard, Ms. Dalia said, and she believes in your ability."
Seeing Wei Ran nod, Zhou Shujin continued, "Secondly, if you are not involved in the daily operations and management of this company, you don't have to worry about liabilities caused by poor management of the company, but you must attend necessary business activities as the operator of this company.
.”
"What else?" Wei Ran simply put the agreement in his hand aside, enjoying the results and waiting for his aunt to explain to him. What he just said was what Teacher Dalia had originally put on the table.
"Here are the changes"
A hint of hidden pride appeared on Zhou Shujin's face, "First, from now on, I will be your legal advisor in this company, with an annual salary of 100 rubles."
"Sorry for causing trouble to you," Wei Ran quickly thanked him. This was a good thing that he could only ask for.
Zhou Shujin shook her head and continued, "Second, you have half a veto power over the company's operations."
"Half-vote veto power?" Wei Ran looked at Zhou Shujin in confusion, "What is half-vote veto power?"
"To put it simply, this company, which does not even have a name for the time being, will notify you of any decisions made in future operations. At the same time, you also have the right to stop any decision and request rectification until you are satisfied, or you can change it.
Until both parties are satisfied.
But like I just said, this is only a half-vote veto, so you only have the right to ask for adjustments, but you don’t have the right to permanently stop it.”
I don’t know if it was the effect of alcohol, but Wei Ran was once again smart about doing business. “So you can ask for rectification indefinitely?”
“Theoretically it’s possible”
Zhou Shujin confirmed Wei Ran's idea with a somewhat puzzled expression, "I don't know whether Ms. Dalia was negligent or had enough confidence, or whether I was negligent in other aspects. In short, the other party did not make up for this.
Loophole."
What kind of loophole is this...
Wei Ran clenched his back molars secretly. Auntie didn't know what was going on. Didn't he know it himself? This was obviously because Teacher Dalia was absolutely sure that he could use other physical means to prevent himself from taking advantage of this loophole!
"Just think that the other party was negligent. Are there any other adjustments?" Wei Ran came back to his senses and continued to ask.
Zhou Shujin smiled and said, "Third point, for any film and television production produced and released by this company in the future, you have the right to appoint any actor who meets the requirements to play any role other than the protagonist, but only one role.
And it must be done without affecting the final effect.”
"What's the use of this?" Wei Ran looked at his aunt in confusion, what is this? Bringing money into the group? Or does it give him the right to take advantage of the opportunity to be an actor?
"It's just the one that seems to be the most cost-effective among the interest exchange options provided by the other party."
Zhou Shujin said nonchalantly, "There is also the last item. You have the right to check the company's accounts at any time and invite professionals to audit them. Of course, this is your inherent right as a shareholder, but it is clearly written in
It’s on the agreement.”
Having said this, Zhou Shujin clicked on the agreement on the table and said, "You should find a place to keep this agreement. It might be worth a lot in the future."
"I hope so"
Wei Ran picked up the agreement and replied that a group of KGB people were thinking about setting up a film company. This job seemed unreliable. As for whether it would make money, he actually didn't have high hopes.
"Okay, if you are unsure about anything in the future, you can come and ask me. Now you are the boss of a film company. When you make money in the future, remember to give me a salary increase."
Zhou Shujin teased Wei Ran, changed the subject and asked, "Dalia said that the naming rights of this company have been handed over to you. Do you have any ideas?"
Wei Ran pointed to the roof and said casually, "Just use the name of this studio, Time, Time Pictures, Time Studio, or Time Film Studio, whatever they want to add the suffix to."
“I hope to see movies with this name in the title on TV in the future.”
Zhou Shujin continued to joke, then stood up and said, "Okay, I'm going to the travel agency to get busy with work, so drink less in the future."
After sending his aunt off with great gratitude, Wei Ran picked up the agreement on the table and read it over again before locking it in the safe. Although the company was established, what he was going to do next was half the same as his own.
The dime doesn't matter anymore.
After taking a cold shower to wake himself up, Wei Ran locked the rolling shutter door of his studio, kicked in a small bag full of cash, and strolled towards Nikolai's home.
When Jima, who was wearing an apron, opened the door, Darya, who was playing chess with Nikolay, immediately waved to him with a smile, "Our partner is here."
"Teacher Dalia, please stop teasing me." Wei Ran reluctantly handed the small bag in his hand to the other party, "This is the tuition for the next year."
Dalia took the bag, opened it, looked at it, handed it to Nicholas across the table, and asked with a smile, "Have you thought about the name of the company?"
"Time," Wei Ran replied simply, "As for the suffix after time, I don't care."
"The name is barely okay, but what about the logo?" Dalia asked, seeming to attach great importance to this matter.
Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "It's only been a day, it's good if I can think of a name."
"That's right." Dalia nodded solemnly, "Get the logo out as soon as possible, and leave the rest to us. Remember to provide a good story before the end of the year."
"The story is there now, but someone may need to talk about it."
Wei Ran pulled a chair over and sat down, telling the story of the North African desert in general, and then gave a general introduction to the descendants of the survivors after the war, and finally said, "But how to make these people
If future generations agree to our use of this story, someone may need to talk to them."
"Let Gorman go," Nicholas, who had been sitting nearby to watch the excitement, said, "There is no one more suitable than him."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Nicholas," Wei Ran had to remind him, "We just need one person to negotiate, not to torture those people to extract confessions."
"Torture to extract a confession?"
Nicholas burst into laughter, "Gorman has a doctorate in psychology. He is not only a psychiatrist, but also an expert negotiator. This little thing does not require him to use torture methods."
"Uh..." Wei Ran grinned, having to admit that he had underestimated the old guy who had brought all kinds of horrific memories to him.
After confirming the candidates for negotiation in a few words, Dalia continued the previous topic and said, "The story is good, the scenes required are simple, there are not many props and actors, and we don't need to go to North Africa at all, we can just find a desert to complete the shooting.
Jima, are you interested in coming over to play a guest role after you finish filming the film in Finland?"
"Of course I'm interested!" Jima, who was busy preparing dinner, replied without thinking, "I told Victor before that I think I can play the role of the German reporter Per."
"Since you are interested, I will give you an additional acting class after returning to Hongqi Forest Farm."
Dalia made the decision to add classes with a smile, but Jima subconsciously felt a chill on the back of his neck, and couldn't help but secretly wonder if his decision was too hasty.
"Put the movie-making aside for now."
Dalia changed the subject at the right time, and turned to point the finger at Wei Ran again, "It's been a week. I asked you to learn English by yourself before. How is the progress now?"
"Um..." Wei Ran grinned, "We haven't started yet, English is... too difficult for me..."
"On Labor Day next year, you need to recite Martin Luther King's speech "I Have a Dream" in English with a British accent and an American accent at the Hongqi Forest Farm, and answer questions in English about various arguments in the speech.
"
Mr. Nicholas once again spoke without warning, "If I am still alive by then, I will go and listen to it live. For every wrong word or intonation, you will have to pay a thousand dollars to buy holiday gifts for everyone."
"We only have less than a year..." Wei Ran said in embarrassment, and he was already wondering in his mind whether he should find some channels to get some World War II US military equipment to see if there was any language mission.
"I'm ninety years old"
Nicholas said with a smile, "I am confident that I will live until Labor Day next year, so why don't you have the confidence to learn English in these few months?"
"I...I'll try my best."
Wei Ran said in embarrassment that this matter was not difficult for him, but it was not easy either. As for whether he could learn English or not, it all depended on God's will.
