Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Nine: Wish (Part 1)
Fang Jing and Yang Yang chatted for a long time behind closed doors, and employees from the middle company went in to deliver water three or four times.
In the afternoon, Yang Yang came out of the reception room and left with a contract in his hand. His face was not good and he was very depressed. Originally, he was talking about money.
But for some reason, Fang Jing was lured into the ditch, and while they were talking, Fang Jing told him about his dream of becoming an actor, a TV star, a best actor, an Oscar, and made a lot of promises for free.
In his words, Nanjing will be the largest film and television company in the country in the future, just like TVB back then. There will be no factional competition and a large number of outstanding actors will be born.
Fang Jing also said that although he joined the company, we are in a cooperative relationship and will set up a branch company with him in the future to make money together.
Balabala talked a lot, compiled a draft of the contract, and asked him to go back and look at it, and sign it if he could.
Yang Yang left, and Fang Jing put his hands in his pockets and walked towards Yang Ning's office, whistling in his mouth and walking lightly.
A few minutes later.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
"who?"
"I!"
"Come in!"
Fang Jing entered the office. Yang Ning was not working. Instead, she was watching TV series with a cup of coffee. When she lowered her head, she saw that she was wearing flat slippers.
"Okay, you, why are you asking who it is? Your relationship is working passively. Are you worthy of the tens of millions I give you every year?"
Yang Ning rolled her eyes and didn't even look up, "I haven't seen the tens of millions, but you keep hundreds of millions every time you come here. Pour yourself whatever you want to drink."
This office is her private office. No one comes there usually, and she is tired from wearing high heels all day long. When no one is around, she will rest here, change into flat shoes, take a nap, and watch TV dramas.
"I just drank half a catty of water, how can I still drink it?" Fang Jing went around behind him and gently massaged Yang Ning's temples.
"The technique is good, there is progress." Yang Ning put down her phone, closed her eyes slightly, and her swollen head felt much more relaxed, "How was the conversation?"
Yang Ning knew Yang Yang's intention, having heard him mention it a few times, but he was worried that she would bargain too hard, so he insisted on finding Fang Jing who was easy to talk to.
"It's not a big problem. If nothing else happens, Yang Yang will agree."
"Their company was destroyed by him. Zhen Shikai used all his resources in the past few years to produce nine dramas for him. One-third of them could not be released, and only one or two were popular."
"We came here because we couldn't survive anymore. Don't get carried away. Although we won't add insult to injury, the money we deserve won't be less."
"Go to bed!" Fang Jing swore, "I asked him why he didn't have enough confidence during the negotiation, and he told me that the company was developing so well that Lao Zhen couldn't stand the temptation, so he sold the company."
After a pause, Fang Jing said: "But I haven't suffered a loss. Compared with a small profit, the content of the film and television series is the most important. If you make a few movies worth more than one billion, you can make money back. Yang Yang still has appeal.
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"Billion Movies, do you think you're just a cabbage?" Yang Ning slapped Fang Jing's dishonest hand, "Press it hard and lift it up, shoulder."
"It will be successful. The worst that can happen is that the company will go bankrupt. Anyway, we will make enough money."
"You are very free and easy." Yang Ning picked up a document from the table and handed it to Fang Jing, "This is a variety show you planned. I have contacted their station. It is very feasible."
Fang Jing didn't answer, and said calmly: "Just let the company's professional people discuss this matter. I'll see the result."
Sitting up straight, Yang Ning turned around and said with a smile: "I said your mind is really bright. Acting and singing are wasted. If you were in the company, you could probably do ten times better than me."
Pushing her back and sliding his hand down, Fang Jing said: "I know my own strengths. It's okay to come up with some ideas. Business is not my strong point. Professionals do professional things. I'll take over the company and I'll be gone in a few days."
collapse."
For a long time, Fang Jing rarely got involved in company affairs unless he had to. He couldn't understand a financial statement and was a clueless leader.
He should be responsible for the general direction, and let the people below do the rest.
Outside the office, several female employees of the company were whispering.
"Mr. Fang and Mr. Ning have a really good relationship. I just went in to deliver information and saw Mr. Fang giving Mr. Ning a massage."
"I just know it. Many times, Mr. Ning has been working hard, and every time he comes, Mr. Fang doesn't give her a massage to relax her muscles. Oh, it would be great if I had a husband like this. He is considerate even if he is rich."
"Uh-huh!"
Listening to the faint humming coming from the office, several girls looked envious, Mr. Fang's massage technique was good.
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A few days later, I Am a Singer-Songwriter ended. Fang Jing, Wang Sulong, and Yu Wenwen were qualified for promotion. The first half of the season ended, and the following second half had nothing to do with them.
When the finals are held at the end of the year, everyone from the previous two seasons will be able to compete together.
The I Am a Singer-Songwriter variety show has ended, and the filming of Operation Icebreaker has entered its final stage. Fang Jing finally has time to direct Flash Girl, but before that he has to attend the graduation party of Lihai Music High School.
On a day off, the school started setting up the graduation party early. In order to congratulate the students on their graduation, the canteen also provided free extra meals.
Some students and teachers took turns taking graduation photos at the football field, and Fang Jing happened to catch up when he arrived.
Seeing Fang Jing, the photo studio master rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "To celebrate the graduation of all my classmates, the photo studio is offering a discount on all photos today."
"20% off for more than 20 photos, 30% off for more than 50 photos. Students who want to be photographed can sign up here. After a few years of youth and the last few days of school, don't leave any regrets."
"Teacher Fang, thank you for your teaching this semester." Fu Xiaotang said movedly: "I'm leaving, can I take a photo with you?"
Fu Xiaotang opened his mouth, and dozens of other pairs of eyes gathered at him. Fang Jing smiled and said: "Of course, everyone has a share, I will satisfy you."
With dozens of students, even if each person takes a few pictures and the photo is taken in the last twenty minutes, how much time will be lost?
"Master, please excuse me, how many pictures should I take? Three, five, no, ten pictures." Fu Xiaotang waved his hand boldly.
"Master, I will also take ten pictures. Remember to retouch them when you get back."
"I have twenty!"
Hearing the orders being placed one after another, Fang Jing's face was dark, and he could only take dozens or twenty pictures at a time. He had to take pictures at any time.
"The time is limited, I have something to do later. Each person can only get three tickets at most. If you take more, it will be useless!"
The income was cut by half in an instant, and the photographer felt distressed. He winked at his apprentice and asked him to hurry up and notify the next class. After a while, Fang Jing was about to take the photo away.
"Teacher Fang, can you take a photo with our class?"
"Teacher Fang, the students in our class are all your fans. Can you help me by taking a few photos alone?"
"Thank you, Teacher Fang. I really appreciate it."
I thought it would be done in a while, but Fang Jing was too naive. Eight classes were slapping the team, unable to push him away, and the muscles on his face were almost stiff from laughter.
At 7:30 in the evening, the graduation party begins.
Sketch, catwalk, musical instrument ensemble, cross talk, dance, calligraphy, programs were put on stage one after another. On the big football field, mobile phone flashlights were as dense as a starry sky.
Chengdu, The Wind Rises, these songs are all in the student program.