Chapter 651 649. Some things, finally, the dust settles
In this game, no one cares about the ups and downs of Yang Ying's mentality.
There is only one protagonist in everyone's mind today, and that is Xu Xin, who just helped them make a big fortune with a small investment of only 35 million yuan, and raked in 240 million box office within a week.
Smoking a cigar and chatting about things.
After the romantic appetizer, comes the main meal.
Many people from Shanghai Film Studio came today, mainly Xue Haifeng, except for Qian Pengcheng, who is regarded as an "outsider", the others are people who are inextricably linked with Shanghai Film Studio.
Like a shark, after smelling the smell of blood, it rushed over unconsciously.
Bringing Yang Ying here by Xu Xin is a signal that there is no need to shy away from her about what we are going to talk about today.
As for why it is not taboo, no one asks.
My family takes care of their own affairs.
"Director Xu, how are the shares of this investment company allocated?"
Xue Haifeng asked with a cigar in his mouth.
Yang Ying was taken aback.
But from Xue Haifeng's words, she no longer has the qualifications to show herself on stage.
Xu Xin was not surprised, and said directly:
"Three three three one."
Hearing this, Xue Haifeng nodded to express his understanding.
and satisfied.
Because Xiying Studio is very face-saving.
On the surface, it is divided equally by everyone, thirty for a family. And that 10 percent is against the wind.
But in fact, Headwind is Xu Xin's company. His 10% plus decision-making power will naturally fall to Xiying Studio.
So, it can be counted as 40 of Xiying Studio.
But even though this is the case, things cannot be done this way.
There is no pros and cons of the three companies, they are all on equal footing.
In this matter, face has been gained, and the face has also been gained.
Beautiful.
Then he said:
"In the past few days, we have also studied it and think this proposal is very good. When do you plan to start it?"
"After a year."
Xu Xin said, raising his cup:
"I'm quite tired this year. Putting all these things into the next year can be regarded as a good start for us."
"Haha~"
Xue Haifeng smiled and nodded:
"That's right, come on."
As everyone toasted, some things were completely finalized.
After taking a sip of wine, Xue Haifeng originally wanted to talk about some deeper topics, such as cooperation plans, but Xu Xin suddenly asked:
"So what's for dinner tonight?"
Xue Haifeng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled very naturally:
"Haha, of course, whatever dish Director Xu wants to eat, we will serve whatever dish."
"I remember that fish we ate last time was good..."
The topic was changed by Xu Xin just like that.
As expected, Xue Haifeng didn't mention it either.
So, Fenghua Xueyue came back again.
…
The evening dish is a fusion dish.
There are Sichuan cuisine and Shaanxi cuisine, but most of them are local dishes that fit the old gourmets of Shanghai.
And the wine has changed from red wine to Moutai.
Xu Xin didn't drink much because he said something before the opening:
"Everyone, don't bully me, I came with a shield tonight."
Therefore, Yang Ying naturally became Xu Xin's wine handler as a flower among the green bushes.
Although it would not be exhausting, the people present were all extremely valuable contacts for her.
Celebrities may be cold in front of ordinary people.
But in front of these people... In fact, Party B who invites Party A to dinner is no different.
But Yang Ying was still very grateful.
Special thanks to Xu Xin.
Because this meal of wine is the dream of many artists, and it is impossible to ask for it.
She knew that she must accompany these leaders well tonight, and she could not be ambiguous.
With her in the way of drinking, Xu Xin is like a big brother who takes the lead, Ma Zi fights in front, and he sits firmly in the tent of the Chinese army.
At this moment, he, Xue Haifeng, and Qian Pengcheng are sitting together, chatting in low voice while you have a cigarette and I have a glass of wine.
"Director Xu, do we have to look for a contract partner?"
"Isn't that ready-made?"
After hearing this, Xu Xin smiled lowly at Yang Ying who was toasting with others, and at the same time whispered with Qian Pengcheng:
"Huayi's shareholder Huang Xiaoming's girlfriend, one of Shuangwei's pillars. Isn't it ready?"
"..."
"..."
Xue Haifeng and Qian Pengcheng frowned slightly for an instant.
Immediately after…
Both foxes understood the composition of the prey.
And… something deeper.
I have to admit that when it comes to the sense of smell, these two people are top-notch.
After Qian Pengcheng realized it, he said with a smile:
"She is the perfect candidate."
Xue Haifeng also showed a knowing look:
"Well, it does fit...does she know?"
"I haven't told her yet."
Now, the two of them even understood why it was not Yang Mi but Yang Ying who came today.
Then, Xu Xin said:
"Mr. Qian, don't worry. No matter what, she will definitely follow your lead."
"...Haha~ Then I have to have a drink with her."
Knowing the weight of this sentence, Qian Pengcheng left the table with a smile:
"Baby, come, let's have a drink too."
After drinking a glass, her mouth was still full of alcohol, and Yang Ying, who had no time to take a bite of the food, quickly stood up and bowed to lift the wine:
"Hey, okay, Mr. Qian, I have to toast you..."
After Qian Pengcheng left, Xu Xin heard Xue Haifeng's words:
"Director Xu, we are friends, so don't worry on our side. The entertainment soil in Shanghai is still shallow, but our biggest advantage is that the soil is good, and we definitely don't pick seeds."
"Haha~"
Xu Xin nodded with a smile, his words were slightly profound:
"Of course, everyone who comes here is a valuable customer, and the store is more expensive than a store. Right?"
Xue Haifeng smiled when he heard the words, and raised his wine glass:
"Worshiping the Buddha and participating in Zen is like bathing in the spring breeze."
The two of them fulfilled the oath of allies without leaking water.
It also marked a perfect end to tonight's banquet.
…
Yang Ying drank the fragments.
When he left, he was pushed out in a wheelchair by Roosevelt's people.
After Su Meng and Juzi sent her to the car after all the hard work, the four of them left in the Audi.
Dialed Huang Xiaoming's phone number, asked for the address, and drove all the way there.
Huang Xiaoming has real estate in Shanghai, but in order to avoid crowds, A6 went down to the basement.
Huang Xiaoming, who was wearing pajamas and pajamas, saw his girlfriend's unconscious appearance, and his first reaction was to look at Xu Xin...
"Brother, there is a bit too much wine mixed in today. From your red wine, to the red wine over there, then brandy, and finally Moutai after eating and drinking."
Xu Xin's tone of voice was also very vague.
Already three points drunk, under the deliberate disguise, it has reached 7 points.
Although Huang Xiaoming was speechless, he understood that...they kept their promise.
The two advance and retreat together.
Then he smiled and said:
"Thanks for your hard work... go up and sit down?"
"I can't go, my legs are weak."
Xu Xin waved his hand:
"Let the two of them help the baby up, I'll take it easy, I want to vomit."
"This... okay, then I won't come down to see you off for a while."
"No need to send...vomit..."
Soon, the three of them carried the dead Yang Ying into the unit door wheezing.
Xu Xin sat on the co-pilot and quietly lit a cigarette.
Intrigue and fighting machine front...
Very tired.
People talk a lot, and some words have to be hidden.
Hide neither too deep nor too shallow.
Be open and aboveboard, but also mature and stable.
Brainstorming.
"Patter."
He lit a cigarette.
"Hoo..."
Exhaling a puff of smoke, he connected his mobile phone to Bluetooth.
He is the only one with the car Bluetooth. Su Meng has to connect the AUX cable if he wants to listen to music, so that he doesn't need to fiddle with the Bluetooth connection.
It’s not about status or status, but this is a concession from the “inferior” to the “superior”.
As soon as the Bluetooth was connected, a song sounded from Audi's speakers.
"Your tears~"
"Weak and wounded~"
"The pale crescent moon hooks the past..."
"..."
He froze for a moment, and pulled down the co-pilot's sun visor.
There is a CD case on the sun visor, and inside it is a full set of genuine CDs that he stowed from the wheel... no, a beggar.
At first it was a begging, and then maybe the little prince once heard Wang Lihong in his car, and his hair was full of arrogance. Several of his cars have a full set of CDs presented by Mr. Jay Chou himself.
And left a very disrespectful remark of "saying that I am the king of Chinese every day, you still dare to listen to other people's songs? Do you want to rebel?"
And he rummaged around, and found the album "Still Fantasy", and stuffed it into the CD player.
He didn't even need to look at the catalog. After CD1 started playing, he pressed 9 times in a row to move forward and came to the tenth song.
The prelude to "Chrysanthemum Terrace" sounded again.
Amidst the melodious cello, he dialed his wife's phone.
"Doo...Hello?"
Yang Mi answered quickly.
"Got home?"
"No... hiss~~ poof."
After a long puff of smoke, Xu Xin leaned back on the chair, his eyebrows and eyes were three points drunk, but the other seven points were a little weird and vigorous.
"Send Yang Yinggang back, Mengmeng and Juzi went upstairs, I didn't go up, I was listening to music in the car."
Xu Xin didn't respond, but put the phone next to the speaker for a few seconds.
After taking it back again, he asked:
"Do you hear me clearly?"
"Well, "Chrysanthemum Terrace"...what's the matter?"
"I miss you."
Obviously the kiss on the corner of his mouth from his wife in the morning still lingered, but now he uttered the most simple words of love with his heart full of loneliness.
"..."
Yang Mi glanced at her 5-0 Shadow Demon, TPed back to the spring, then got up and walked to the window:
"The honey wine I drank today? Why is your mouth so sweet?"
"Hey... I remember when we were in Hengdian."
"Then did you remember that you wanted to turn off the light and kiss me, and then touched the wrong switch..."
"..."
The high-spirited retreat, replaced by embarrassment:
"You bitch!"
"Yeah! You are so courageous! Half-step punch warning!"
Yang Mi said with a smile.
"Hey~...how much did you drink today?"
"Fourty two and a half catties~ son."
"Che, your pronunciation here is really ugly. That's called four-and-a-half chickens! Without the "N", just pronounce the sound of "chicken"."
"Who said that, the old Yanjing people just talk like that, can you control it?"
"Oh, my dears... Can you write those two characters?"
Yang Mi couldn't laugh or cry.
I thought that my husband was like a child.
But... She didn't know what was going on in her mood, and she suddenly became happy.
"I taught Yang Yang how to draw this afternoon. I taught him how to draw an apple, and he drew me a big flat eggplant... Did you see my Weibo? I posted a photo on it. It's so ugly..."
"I didn't see it, I didn't have time. Are you sure it's eggplant, not some big round cake?"
"Anyway, it's ugly. But I think many people have commented on me, boasting that Yangyang has artistic talents..."
"Artistic bacteria, right?"
"Why are you so poor. Drink some yellow soup and your mouth will be broken."
"...Hey, anyway, I miss you."
Xu Xin continued acting like a child.
Lying on the co-pilot, one leg dangling outside the door, leisurely.
"Then come back early, tomorrow is the 30th, are you sure you can come back on the 31st?"
"Yes, I will definitely celebrate the new year with you."
"Hmph, then I can warn you, if you are late, I will not give you a good look next year."
"Hey hey hey, you can't bear it~You love me~YOUL~~~~OVEME~"
Maybe it’s really the wine that’s coming up. In the tune of "Chrysanthemum Terrace", he plays both Chinese and English, as much as meaty.
But Yang Mi accepts all according to the order:
"Yes, yes, yes, ILOVE YOUSOMUCH~ So, our family is going to celebrate the new year together, and we have to take a group photo this year."
"Um…"
After listening to a song, Su Meng, who was sweating on her face, also went downstairs.
"Mengmeng is here, I won't tell you anymore."
"Well, good. Then you go to bed early, don't get up late tomorrow and delay things... Come back on the afternoon of the 31st to celebrate the New Year together! It's a deal!"
"Um!"
The phone hung up, and Yang Mi sat back in front of the computer.
"Sorry, someone from home is checking the water meter."
5-0 Shadow Demon said after hanging up the machine for four minutes in the spring.
…
In order to fulfill his promise, Xu Xin got up early on the 30th.
At 8 o'clock, the plane took off on time, and then at 11:00 a.m., he appeared at the gate of Xiying Studio.
But instead of going in, he came to the guest house and dialed a number.
After the call was connected, a voice with a strong Wanwan accent came from inside:
"Hey, Director Xu, hello, I'm Lin Lichao."
Hearing this, Xu Xin smiled and said:
"Boss Lin, I'm at the entrance of the guest house right now, can you come down if it's convenient?"
"Ah? Alright, alright, we will come down now, Director Xu, please wait a moment."
"okay."
Lin Lichao, Wanwan decoration designer.
Jewell's design came from him.
The reason why he came to Xi'an this time is also very simple. The brothers said before that they want to open a KTV, because they want to take advantage of Jay Chou's popularity. As it should be, the decoration is left to him.
After several screenings, Jay Chou may have found it troublesome, or maybe he felt overwhelmed, and finally entrusted Lin Lichao to come up with the design plan.
After all, Jewell has become friends after that incident, and he is quite satisfied with the company's decoration style.
Xu Xin happened to be here this time, and Lin Lichao was going to actually measure the house.
Xu Xin didn't wait long, and soon, he saw four or five people coming out of the guest house together.
Seeing Xu Xin smoking beside the car, one of the men with a shoulder bag quickly greeted him:
"Director Xu, hello, hello, nice to meet you, I'm Lin Lichao, just call me Jason."
"Well, hello Jason."
The two shook hands, then Xu Xin looked at the others:
"These are..."
Lin Lichao began to introduce him.
There are his assistants, architects, and the director of a KTV decoration equipment company.
Obviously through Lin Lichao's relationship, he wanted to see if he could intervene.
Not to mention the 6,000-square-foot floor area... just the name of "renovating Jay Chou's KTV" is enough for these companies to eat a lot.
But Xu Xin doesn't care.
KTV design and decoration, and KTV professional equipment decoration are separate.
First out the design drawings, and for the decoration, he found a local decoration team in Xi'an.
People from Xujiawan did it.
I have to ask that person to call me my cousin.
So the cost of decoration is controllable.
As for the equipment... then shop around.
So, after we got to know each other for a while, we went directly to Jiaotong University in two commercial vehicles.
In the car, Lin Lichao was chatting with Xu Xin about the design concept of this time.
"Director Xu, do you have any suggestions for the design concept of this KTV?"
"Well…"
Xu Xin thought for a while and said:
"Don't mention other aspects. After all, I don't understand, so I don't want to talk nonsense. What I can convey to you is that, first of all, the consumer groups we target are college students. Therefore, the charges must not be too expensive, but affordable entertainment. You need to control the cost according to these. We don’t want to do that kind of flashy things, and we don’t have the style of nightclubs. The main thing is to be young, fashionable, affordable and fun.”
Lin Lichao nodded subconsciously, while the two assistants behind him quickly took a notebook and began to record Party A's request.
Amidst the discussions, the car arrived at Jiaotong University Computer City.
Xu Xin actually hasn't been here since last year when his brothers "run into unfinished buildings at night".
And it has only been less than a year, and the neighborhood has changed a lot.
Supermarkets, steamed bun shops, mobile phone repairs, milk tea shops, etc., all popped up at this T-junction.
All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the small commercial square became stronger.
But this is the largest commercial building at the T-junction, which is clean... There is still a layer of dust on the glass.
Lin Lichao stood at the intersection of the "Ivy Garden", looked at the commercial building in front of him, and asked:
"Director Xu, what floor is it?"
Xu Xin, wearing a mask, waved his hand:
"It's all. The house bought by others, these three floors are mine... Mengmeng, call the property management and ask them to come and open the door."
"Okay, Brother Xu."
Su Meng responded and began to contact the property owner.
As soon as Director Xu came, several leaders of the property also rushed over at noon.
It’s the same as some leader came to inspect... In fact, it’s almost the same.
The developer of the Ivy League accounted for these buildings to Director Xu's father. As a real estate agent, they must be clear.
Even the developers have to call Xu Dao's father a brother, how dare they neglect?
As for the next thing, Xu Xin doesn't have to worry about it.
The property opened the gate and took people up.
He followed behind and went up the stairs to look around... There was nothing to see.
The frame structure can be seen at a glance, which is really meaningless.
Simply retreated.
Sitting back in the business car, he yawned lazily.
The exhaustion of the long journey begins to show.
He was drowsy.
And just as he was dozing off, suddenly, a phone call came in, which scared him into shock.
"..."
Speechlessly, he took out his phone, and said that no matter who the **** is, the Lord will make you look good today!
The moment he saw the caller, he misfired.
The old man called.
It doesn't look good.
It’s fine if he doesn’t give me a good look.
Connect quickly:
"Hello? You said."
"Where are you!"
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yimou's voice, Xu Xin, knew something was wrong.
It was far from the usual peaceful tone.
He subconsciously gathered his energy:
"Xi'an, what's the matter, tell me. What happened?"
"..."
There was a silence on the phone.
After about two or three seconds...
"Are you in Xi'an?"
"yes."
"...work?"
"Well, let's take a look at the progress of "33 Days", chat with the factory about "The Hawthorn Tree", and the actions to start the new year... No, what happened, can you stop scaring me?"
Xu Xin was a little puzzled.
I don't understand what happened to the old man who has always been the top of the mountain and never changes his face.
But immediately he heard a tentative sentence:
"Are you... free to come to Wuxi these two days?"
Xu Xin was taken aback:
"…ah?"
Then, he heard a sentence:
"Chen Ting and I... want to treat you to dinner. Hukou, come down."
"..."
December 30, 2010.
We are less than 48 hours away from the new year.
Xu Xin is overjoyed.
(end of this chapter)