Sister Ning, isn’t Sister Hua’s contracting model a bit of a disadvantage? According to her calculation, I can make at least 70 to 80 million a year, no problem, and possibly hundreds of millions, but I can’t make any money with a 30% commission?”
"Superficially, what they care about is not just a little bit of profit from the artist. If the artist becomes popular and the movie he participates in has a high box office, the company's stock price will increase accordingly. Even if it increases by a few cents, it will not be shared by so many investors.
It’s a matter of 500 million.”
Looking left and right, Yang Ning whispered: "This is also the reason why many companies risk their lives to increase the box office."
Another thing she didn't mention is that people who evade taxes and launder money also use this trick. The box office has reached one billion or eighty billion. Only they know the true number of moviegoers. They can change the money from left hand to right hand and become clean.
"Sister Ning, we now have a lot of people in our team. You can organize them to have a meeting later and redistribute the work."
"Are we going to lay off people?"
"If you don't cut it, there will be a time when it will be useful."
People were willing to run out with him, but Fang Jing was so confused that he fired them. Now that there are more people in the team, his workload will decrease, and others may have nothing to do.
Fortunately, one month's salary is not a big expense, just support it, and I will be busy enough by signing a few artists in the future.
…
Zhang Jianming is 40 years old today. He is a middle-aged man with an older brother and younger brother. It is rare for him to watch TV for entertainment after get off work. After dinner, the couple sat on the sofa to watch TV shows and laughed and chatted about some interesting things in life.
"Husband, do you think there's something wrong with your son? From now on, he seems to have only gone out for a meal and stayed indoors the rest of the time."
"There's a lot of homework at the beginning of school, maybe I'm busy doing homework."
"What kind of virtues do you not know about him? Do you hide yourself from playing games when you do your homework?" Mother Zhang worried, "There is a game now that is very harmful. At the parent-teacher conference two days ago, the teacher repeatedly emphasized that children should not be allowed to play with mobile phones.
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"How is it possible? What kind of games can be played on an elderly machine? I checked the package in the morning and the data was not turned on."
"Why don't you just take a look, I'm a little worried."
"Forget it, the man who is about to enter high school is a big boy and should have his own private space. I believe he will be sensible."
"Are you going?" Mother Zhang glared and threatened, "If I don't go, don't go back to your room at night and sleep on the sofa by yourself for half a month."
"Ha! Woman."
Zhang Jianming sneered in his heart, "It's you who are causing a lot of hair loss every day. My back aches and I can't even climb stairs. I've long wanted to sleep on the sofa for a few days."
"Don't think that I don't know what you think? The little fox in your unit is very pretty. He sends out prestige messages to you every now and then to talk to you. If I hadn't been exploiting you, he might have climbed over the wall to steal something."
Zhang Jianming was covered in a cold sweat. His cell phone must have been checked at some point. As a man, it is normal for him to chat a few words during the occasion. Besides, the intern was also good-looking and very proactive.
But with all his conscience, he never thought about having an affair from beginning to end. His child is almost in high school, how could he do such a thing?
"It's unfair, my wife. I'm an ordinary colleague. If you don't like it and you delete your friends immediately, how can you still not trust me after being together for so many years?"
"Besides, I can't finish my homework every day, so how can I find time to do extracurricular homework?"
"real?"
"Really, don't you know what's going on with me?" Touching his receding hairline, Zhang Jianming was about to burst into tears. "If we don't talk about this, I'll go see if my son is playing games."
"Go quickly, I'll wait for you in the room."
His heart trembled, Zhang Jianming gritted his teeth and nodded, walked to the door, picked up the broom and walked to his son's room. "You bastard, let's forget about playing games. Why are you and I bothering you and me? I wanted to take care of you for a few more days."
The door was unlocked and opened with a slight twist. On the bed, a boy of fifteen or sixteen had not taken off his shoes. He was lying on the bed with his back to the door, concentrating on reading a book.
"It seems that I wrongly blamed him." Seeing this, Zhang Jianming felt soft and was about to leave quietly. He glanced at the book and stopped in his tracks.
"That's not right! Chinese language books are not that thick."
The book in Zhang Fan's hand is as thick as two or three Chinese books, and looks like a tome.
Walking over quietly, Zhang Jianming wanted to see clearly what book it was.
"Returning to younger sisters tends to Wuwu, Wuwu tends to become the same person, and the same people tend to have great achievements. A turns to C, B turns to Geng, Geng turns to Gui, the friendship between Zi and Chou, the friendship between Chen and Si, the friendship between Wuwei, the wind and thunder are a change, the mountains and rivers are changing.
It's a change, water and fire are a change..."
Fifteen-year-old Zhang Fan had no idea that there was someone behind him. He chanted the formula in a low voice while waving his fingers excitedly.
Holy shit! This seems to be the Book of Changes? Zhang Jianming was stunned. My son is so awesome. How can he understand such profound things at such a young age?
He put his head behind his back and twitched the corner of his mouth after reading the words clearly, "Breaking knife style, breaking sword style, breaking palm style, breaking whip style."
"You bastard! Don't sleep well! I'll let you break the knife!"
Zhang Fan received a few broomsticks on his legs, and the pain made him jump up instantly, "Dad! Don't do it, I was wrong."
"Swordsman"? Picking up the book, Zhang Jianming's head was filled with black lines when he saw the title. Unfortunately, he thought it was the Book of Changes at first.
"It's very leisurely, right? If you have time, you even lied to your mother that you were sleeping. Are you worthy of my hard work?"
"Dad, I just kill time occasionally, ah! After all, don't do anything."
"It is natural for me to beat my son."
"Dad, don't force me?"
"Why, you still want to beat me? I'll beat you to death and you won't be beaten for three days, right?"
"I fought back!! Dugu Nine Swords!!"
"Woooooo! I was wrong, don't fight."
A few seconds later, Zhang Fan squatted on the ground with his legs in tears. In less than three rounds of fighting, he received at least four or five sticks on his legs. Sure enough, every inch grew stronger.
"I confiscated the book. You are not allowed to read this kind of thing in the future."
In the living room, Zhang's mother came over after hearing the sound and said distressedly, "What did he do? You beat him so hard?"
"he!"
"Just watch it. Why did you hit him? There aren't a lot of them on your bookshelf. Did I hit you?"
"It's different. It's a masterpiece."
"Fart, what's the difference? Don't go back to your room tonight! Sleep in the living room by yourself!"
Zhang Jianming:……
"well!"
In the living room, at twelve o'clock at night, Zhang Jianming sighed and put down his mobile phone, rubbing his sore eyes.
He originally watched football before, but stopped after watching it for a few minutes. He was too worried, and the night was long. He couldn't sleep and could only play games. After scolding his teammates a few times, he felt better.
My eyes caught sight of "Swordsman" on the coffee table. I picked it up out of boredom and flipped through it. I paused when I saw the author Fang Jing written on the title page.
"It can't be the same name, right?"
He also likes Fang Jing's songs. Many of them are quite positive, but he is only several decades old and does not have the energy to chase stars like young people. He just listens to them occasionally.
Open the first page. Below the author's introduction, detailed information is written, including a famous singer, actor, and Internet writer.
"What a person!"
Interested, Zhang Jianming started reading from the first chapter.
He has been a fan of martial arts since he was a child, including Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses, Shushan Swordsman, Nie Yinniang, Qiuban Kechuan... he can watch whatever he catches, but over the years he has been supporting his family and has gradually given up on his spare time interests.