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Chapter 315 322 Peacock
Gu Changwei was depressed and hopeless.

He graduated from Nortel. At that time, he had a solid job. He was assigned to Xi’an Film Factory as a photography assistant. He successively carried cameras for Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou. After decades, photography was at the end of it.

The wife is beautiful and virtuous, and a winner in life is just like that.

Turning back half a hundred, Qianfan crossed the border.

Surprisingly found.

So what about the first cameraman, he's not dead-on camera.

The old enemy Wang Quan'an, the little follower behind his own butt, and the rival in love are always ignored.Now they are all Silver Lion Awards for Best Director.

I am still a dead camera.

Thinking of what was bothering him, he took a large bowl of spirits and drank it all in one gulp. With trembling fingers, he took out a cigarette, and with sleepy eyes, he compared: "Han Qiao, have a cigarette?"

Han Qiao picked up the wine and smiled: "Someone in the family is sick and can't smell the smell of cigarettes, quit,"

Gao Yuanyuan doesn't like him smoking, so just don't smoke.

One's own woman, one's own pet.

otherwise.

Others are about to help.

"You don't have to smoke, but you have to drink alcohol."

Gu Changwei still likes the little brother very much, it stands to reason that the little brother became famous when he was young, and judging from his behavior style, he is also a master who is not stingy, but the little brother treats himself.

Gee.

Nothing to say.

Han Qiao is also a true confidant.

"This is fine." Han Qiao smiled and persuaded: "Brother Gu, drink less."

"Let him drink."

Zhang Yimou was a mild-mannered person, frowning, displeased with his old friend's virtue, put the cup on the table, and said in a muffled voice, "I've lived for so many years, and I still have this virtue, and I'm addicted to wine for a little thing."

Turning his head to look at Han Qiao, he also had an opinion.

this kid.

I vaguely remember the last time we met, I warned him to leave room.

Don't listen at all.

Zhang Yimou had many thoughts in his mind, but his face remained calm, and he asked with great interest, ""Han Qiao, I heard that you are going to have a debate with Zhou Liming at Nortel, are you sure?" "

Zhang Yimou has a high status.

Han Qiao is very modest: "If you say you are sure, then you are not sure. If you say you are not sure, it is only 99%."

Zhang Yimou shook his hands, took a sip of his wine, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You are quite modest."

Han Qiao laughed: "Director Zhang also knows about Zhou Liming?"

"The Film Critics Association." Zhang Yimou looked serious: "The relationship between the Film Critics Association and filmmakers is like a hunting dog and a prey."

hound.

dog chant.

Han Qiao was in awe: "Director Zhang has great insight."

"I didn't expect Han Dazuipao to be flattering." Zhang Yimou rarely teased, with a cigarette in his hand, lit it and took a puff, shaking, and warned: "Zhou Liming is the vice chairman of the film critic agreement. I have fought with him a few times. Huijiao said that he still has a level, and he learned from the famous American film master Roger Ebert, and he is proficient in the process of industrialized Hollywood films. As far as China is concerned, his film theory level is definitely not inferior to that of first-class film directors."

"Now, are you still sure?"

There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.

Han Qiao became more modest: "Director Zhang, I'm only 98% sure about what you said."

The two looked at each other.

Han Qiao looked seriously.

Zhang Yimou smiled, didn't take this issue anymore, and waved his hand: "Have a drink."

Han Qiao said seriously, "Director Zhang, in your heart, am I particularly arrogant and ignorant, arrogant and conceited?"

"Hehe..." Zhang Yimou's lips moved, "Young people are very energetic, which is very good."

Han Qiao sighed: "Director Zhang, it's not that I'm arrogant, it's that Zhou Liming made a mistake."

"Oh?"

"my country's films started late, whether it is talent pool, emerging technologies, or film concepts, there is no doubt that they are all backward."

"But"

"I don't agree with Zhou Liming's idea." Han Qiao took a sip of his wine and smiled: "Zhou Liming thought that as long as he liked Baodao or Xiangjiang, Baodao and Xiangjiang would think of us well and help us back, our film business There will be good development.”

"Bullshit."

"Let's not talk about whether Baodao and Xiangjiang will do this, even if they do, how can they stand up with the support of others."

"History has proven this to be wrong, so Zhou Liming is doomed."

Han Qiao talked eloquently.

After all, Zhang Yimou is one of the leading directors of the Five Generations, and if he can win over the future No. [-] director in China, then the Pangu Kaitian Project is justified.

Zhang Yimou smiled: "What are you going to do?"

There are too many people who talk big, and who really proposes how to do it.

Han Qiao smiled: "I am dissatisfied with Director Zhang. I have a small plan to comprehensively and extensively support new directors in our country in batches. I call it the Pangu Opening Heaven Project."

"In the plan, I plan to invest 1 million in No.3000, select 3 directors, and fund them to make movies."

3000 million.

Zhang Yimou looked at the young man in front of him seriously.

The new director, to put it bluntly, is a gamble.

and.

There is a high probability of losing.

Not to mention 3000 million, 3 yuan is too much.

His face became softer, and he picked up the wine glass: "Han Qiao, if you have such an idea, Zhou Liming has already lost."

Han Qiao is a good man.

In Zhang Yimou's heart, those who can spend money on movies are good people.

A layman doesn't understand, Han Qiaomen is clear.

That's it.

Still willing to spend money.

good man.

"The dishes are here..."

Jiang Wenli's face was flushed, and she cooked a large table of dishes. Sweat dripped from her cheeks. She put down the dishes virtuously, looked back at Gu Changwei, wiped her hands on the apron, and sat down without the hypocrisy of a beauty. Brother, Xiaoqiao, Old Gu is too strong to drink, next, I will drink with you."

Down with a glass of wine.

The cheeks are even more blush.

moist.

His eyes were rippling with the color of water, and his fingers turned over the wine glass to signal.

"Hey……"

Jiang Wenli is too manly.

Han Qiao smiled: "Sister, there are no outsiders today, they are all our own people."

"Take your time, take your time."

Zhang Yimou smiled, looking at the dishes on the table, he felt very kind: "Old Gu is still lucky, the Northwest dishes on this table look kind."

"It's just a bit of craftsmanship." Jiang Wenli said, pouring wine for Zhang Yimou and Han Qiao: "This glass, I respect the two of you for old Gu, welcome to be our guests."

Gong chips are staggered.

Change the cup.

After Zhang Yimou drank, he let go of his dull temper, and the heating in the main room was stuffy, so he took off his coat.

Han Qiao also took off his down jacket.

It was cold and clear outside, bitingly cold inside, warm as spring inside.

Jiang Wenli really deserves to be the empress of the Northwest Circle.

Majestic, bold and unrestrained, with the roughness of the Gobi Desert in the Northwest.

The capacity for alcohol is also excellent.

As the sky darkened.

Zhang Yimou was drunk, and put his arm around Han Qiao's shoulder: "Han Qiao, I am very optimistic about you, work hard."

sweat.

Han Qiao often fools others.

just now.

The old Mouzi fooled him.

but.

Lao Mouzi has this status.

Han Qiao was drunk, and patted Zhang Yimou's shoulder, very kindly: "Old Zhang, there is a chance to work together."

Zhang Yimou raised his head, a little confused, looked at it carefully, and nodded: "Okay."

Help Zhang Yimou to the door.

From a distance, a young and beautiful girl came over. She was slender, with long legs and thin waist, and had an outstanding temperament. She looked like a dancer with long legs, and she gently supported Lao Mouzi. Hello Qiao, I'm Chen Ting, and I'm Director Zhang's wife."

"Hello, Mrs. Zhang."

Han Qiao looked at Lao Mouzi's old bark face, and then at Chen Ting.

A tree of pear blossoms pressed begonia.

Gee.

Chen Ting is probably about the same age as herself.

Who says big directors can't be coquettish.

After seeing off Zhang Yimou, Han Qiao sat in the car. The winter night in Yanjing was deserted, the street lights in the alley were dim, and the cold wind was blowing. His drunken mind cleared up a little. He touched his pocket and remembered that there was no smoke.

"Dong dong."

The window knocked.

Han Qiao rolled down the car window, not surprised at all, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Sister, it's so late, what can I do for you?"

Jiang Wenli, with long hair and shawl, came out in a hurry, wearing a white padded jacket, khaki woolen skirt, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, and wearing slippers, her cheeks were flushed, her red lips were alluring, and she smiled brightly: "Oh, dare to win the Golden Horse Award!" People, it's really different, now I can't find you if I have nothing to do?"

"Sister, stop teasing me."

"It's cold outside, come in and talk."

The air conditioner is on in the car.

Han Qiao looked at Jiang Wenli from the side. Jiang Wenli was in good shape, with a long snow-white neck. Even a padded jacket couldn't hide her graceful figure. One, hand it over at will.

"I want to smoke."

"I don't know what you like to smoke, Lao Gu, try it?"

Smoke Lao Gu's cigarette.

sleep……

Lao Gu's bed!

Han Qiao thought for a while, poked his head, and bit the cigarette.

This time it's close.

As if biting on Jiang Wenli's snow-white fingers, there seemed to be a faint body fragrance in the air.

Jiang Wenli lit the lighter again, with her hair draped over her shoulders and holding it in both hands.

Smoke burns with sparks.

Han Qiao shook his head, pinching the cigarette with his fingers: "Sister, you are trying to shorten my life."

"Young ghost." Jiang Wenli cut to the chase: "I heard outside at night about your plan to open up the sky and select a new director. Your Brother Gu has a movie called Peacock. Do you want to read the script?"

"Sister..." Han Qiao quit, and handed the cigarette to Jiang Wenli: "Your cigarette is hot, one cigarette is more than 1000 million."

It was dark in the car.

Jiang Wenli looked at the cigarette, thought for a while, took it with her plain hand, bit it on her red lips, squinted her eyes, and smiled: "Don't fool me, more than 1000 million is not a trivial matter to you."

"Brother Gu wants to make a movie all his life, and the peacock is his brainchild. As the saying goes, the fat doesn't flow to outsiders. Don't you believe your brother Gu's level?"

"That's it, sister."

Gu Changwei's peacock is of good quality and has won the "Golden Lion Award". The probability of losing money is not high. Han Qiao is deliberately embarrassed: "You give me the script, and I will go back and have a look. If there is no problem, how far is it from Brother Gu?" I will make up the money without saying a word, do you think it is okay, sister?"

"Why go back?" Jiang Wenli smiled: "It's better to hit the sun than choose the day, just watch here."

"You're very busy now, so I don't know when I'll see you next time."

"Hey..." Han Qiao groaned: "Sister, you are too powerful, Brother Gu is really blessed."

"Stop talking nonsense." Jiang Wenli didn't doubt it.

Maybe an illusion.

Han Qiao and her are very close by nature, one sister and one sister, and they are also the top of the mountain in the Beijing circle.

On purpose.

In private, the two really have a bit of a brother-in-law casualness.

Jiang Wenli smoked very fast, her red lips flicked out the cigarette butt, one cigarette burned out, and lost the cigarette but Han Qiao didn't move.

Jiang Wenli crossed Han Qiao on her stomach, her hair fell on Han Qiao's legs, she unbuckled her seat belt, and smiled: "Why, do you still want me to invite you?"

Han Qiao was so frightened that he pressed against the back of the car.

Hands up.

Jiang Wenli came here on her stomach this time, with her straight buttocks raised, her hair hanging down, and a rich fragrance rushing towards her face. Han Qiao was blushing, helpless, with a green head, and her voice was difficult, and she hurriedly grabbed Jiang Wenli's hand, panicking Said: "Sister, I'll do it myself."

"Pfft."

Jiang Wenli laughed out loud, teasing eyes, red lips smiling: "You are so innocent, you are not as carefree as the newspapers said."

"Sister, if you are like this, I will..."

"How about you?"

"I just..." Han Qiao gritted his teeth, "I just hugged him tightly."

"Haha..." Jiang Wenli patted Han Qiao's leg, mature and charming, biting her red lips: "Call the police, tsk, the police don't even accept it."

"Okay, get out of the car, don't be poor with my sister."

"Otherwise, you're welcome, sister."

"Okay, okay." Han Qiao said helplessly, "Sister, you are too powerful..."

The two got out of the car.

Back to the hall.

Han Qiao took a look, and found that the main room was still messy with cups and plates, and the room was stuffy and the incandescent lamp was on.

Gu Changwei fell on the bed and turned over to sleep soundly.

Jiang Wenli looked at it and pointed to the sofa: "Han Qiao, sit down for a while, I'll look for the script."

"it is good."

a few minutes.

Jiang Wenli stepped on the cotton slippers, walked to the sofa and sat down. The shapely legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings were draped, and the cotton slippers were picked up on the toes. It was a bit sexy, but also a bit charming. With a handful of hair, the side face was round and fair: " Your Brother Gu is drunk, I'll go and see him, and you read the script."

"it is good."

Han Qiao read the script carefully.

Jiang Wenli sat for a while, and seeing Han Qiao watching seriously, she was very satisfied and poured a glass of water.

Rolling up his sleeves, holding a basin of hot water and wringing out a wet towel, he wiped Gu Changwei's body.

Han Qiao looked sideways.

Jiang Wenli bent over and knelt, her khaki woolen skirt covered her leglines, flesh-colored stockings wrapped her fleshy soles, and her hair fell down.

The white woven lamp shone on her snow-white neck, like moonlight on milk.

Gu Changwei is really lucky.

Jiang Wenli's temperament is that of a girl from Northwest China. She has a cheerful temper and is not pretentious at all, but she has a really good heart and is busy with Gu Changwei's affairs.

Gu Changwei is very bored.

If it wasn't for Jiang Wenli, he probably wouldn't have been able to think of a relationship with Han Qiao.

Shake his head.

Han Qiao looked at the peacock script.

Peacock is a literary film, and Lao Gu is an artist who wants to explore human nature.

Discuss and discuss, and the car shakes.

but.

Literary movies are really not voted for.

This thing looks like a money-losing product.

Who knows, Lao Gu has sharpened his sword for ten years, and tested the wind and thunder once.

The first work won the Golden Lion Award at the Berlin Film Festival.

Wang Quan'an is still only the Silver Lion Award.

but.

There is no loss at the box office, and making money is nonsense.

Han Qiao sighed.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wenli was sweating on the bridge of his nose, wiped it off casually, sat down with his legs crossed, and leaned over to take a look: "The script isn't working?"

"Sister, you know about literary films."

Jiang Wenli was a little disappointed, she was silent for a while, and smiled: "Sister, I know, it's okay."

"Sister, tell me, how much money is there?"

"what?"

Jiang Wenli's heart was almost thrown into the sky, turning around, with a smile on her face, holding her skirt with both hands, and her eyes were enthusiastic: "You want to cast this movie?"

"Yes." Han Qiao smiled: "It doesn't matter if you make money or not, the main reason is for my sister...and Brother Gu..."

"Han Bridge."

Jiang Wenli didn't hear it, but now she really looked at Han Qiao with admiration.

What is a true friend!
This is!
Knowing that the script might lose money, but still chose to help.

Looking at Han Qiao's 21-year-old face.

Jiang Wenli felt that this face was really kind.

Without further ado.

With his fleshy feet stepping on the ground, he took a bottle of white wine in a hurry, ran to Han Qiao, and said loudly, "Don't say anything else, this bottle of wine is dry, and we will be brothers and sisters from now on."

talking.

Looking up at the wine bottle, Ton Ton took a few swigs.

Han Qiao looked at it heartbroken, it was baijiu.

I don't know how Jiang Wenli's slender snow-white neck can hold such hot liquor.

Flat mouth peristalsis.

After drinking more than half of a glass of wine, Jiang Wenli was a little drunk, and handed it to Han Qiao with blurred eyes.

Han Qiao smiled, took the wine and drank it in one gulp.

"Good brother." Jiang Wenli patted Han Qiao's shoulder, her red lips steamed, "I will be your good sister from now on."

"sister."

thump.

Jiang Wenli fell headfirst to the ground, completely drunk.

Also no one.

Han Qiao shook his head, picked up Jiang Wenli by the waist, and placed it beside Gu Changwei.

Both of them were drunk.

Han Qiao looked at Jiang Wenli's fleshy soles in stockings, her hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, like a big apple, her red lips were charming and alluring, and she felt a little itchy in her heart. After thinking about it, she stopped her dangerous thoughts.

If Chief Gu fails to withstand the temptation.

Didn't do those shitty things.

It's about being in love with Jiang Wenli.

Then.

Han Qiao is a Cao thief.

but.

Will not destroy the unswerving feelings of others.

He is principled.

Only heartbroken good sisters are accepted.

………………

The next day.

Gu Changwei woke up in a daze, with a tightness in his chest, and looked down. Jiang Wenli's hair was messy, her red lips were slightly parted, and crystal water stains flowed out.

Gee.

Silly.

Gu Changwei shook his head, unable to remember what happened last night, so he pushed Jiang Wenli: "Wife, wife, wake up?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Wenli opened his eyes, feeling a little confused. After a while, his eyes showed joy, and he stretched his waist, straddled Gu Changwei, and shook his hands vigorously: "Old Gu, Han Qiao agreed to contribute."

"You can make a movie."

"What did you say?" Gu Changwei was stunned: "The movie is still 1500 million short, and Han Qiao agreed to pay 1500 million?"

"real."

Jiang Wenli still feels unreal when she thinks about last night. She has been famous for a long time, but 1500 million.

You can buy three sets of courtyard houses.

According to her salary in Zhongxi, she would have to work for 500 years.

Gu Changwei was stunned, sighed for a while, "Han Qiao is really my bosom friend."

Jiang Wenli bit her red lips with her white teeth, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she squinted her eyes: "Husband, your wife is amazing."

A moment of beauty.

Gu Changwei was a little dazed, put his arms around Jiang Wenli's waist, and swore: "My wife, thank you, I, Gu, swear, I will treat you well in this life."

"It's almost there."

The two were tired, and Gu Changwei looked at Jiang Wenli's face rippling with spring, and his waist was cold after a hangover. He shuddered and was a little worried: "Honey, does Han Qiao really have 1500 million?"

He has been with the Hanqiao crew.

The film investment is about 500 million, 1500 million, which is the budget of the three films.

Jiang Wenli lost all interest, got off Gu Changwei, and grabbed the pesky thing vigorously, not taking it seriously: "What are you thinking? Han Qiao is a well-known figure in the Beijing circle after all, let alone 1500 million, he can afford 5000 million." .”

Gu Changwei clicked his tongue: "You said he is so young, how can he have so much money?"

"He is excellent."

Jiang Wenli held her cheeks in her hands.

The gap between people is bigger than that between people and dogs.

Han Qiao is only 21 years old now, but he has such courage, 1500 million eyes without blinking.

Facing Zhang Yimou.

Also.

Communicate on equal footing.

This is almost the only one in the entire film industry.

The couple sat for a few minutes, and their hearts settled down.

Jiang Wenli thought that she hadn't tidied up yesterday and didn't sleep much, so she stroked her hair and got out of bed in a hurry.

I looked at it with my eyes.

I was a little stunned for a moment.

The cups and plates on the Eight Immortals table were messed up and cleaned up very cleanly, the sunlight leaked in from the windows, and the whole main room was brightly lit.

My heart suddenly warmed up.

Gu Changwei is an old man in the Northwest, she never cleans up, almost always after she is busy, she is born = and likes to invite friends to drink, there is almost nothing else, when she wakes up the next day, she is absolutely dirty, messy and dirty. Difference.

This is the first time I wake up by myself, and I can relax and freshen up.

Thinking about recognizing Han Qiao as his younger brother last night.

Suddenly thought in my heart.

This good brother, it is really possible!

………………

Han Qiao didn't expect Jiang Wenli to think so highly of him.

If you know.

Be sure to hold your good sister's hand.

Gu Changwei's "Peacock" is an important part of "Pangu's plan to open the sky".

The ancients said.

Thousands of dollars to buy horse bones.

"Peacock" is a braised lion's head after all, a famous art film.

Commercial films include "Crazy Stone" by Ning Hao.

A two-pronged approach.

His reputation in the mainland director circle is unrivaled.

........................

"Brother Han..."

"Boss Han."

"Boss Han."

Early in the morning.

Han Qiao drove to the "Lanqiao" network company.

Qianqian Jingting has been online for a while, and the specific results have not been checked yet. The ring tones will be his "gold mine" in the next few years.

Douban and Qianqian Video will also be launched as soon as possible.

The "Film Critics" Association is so arrogant, Douban will give them a heavy slap.

Lanqiao Network.

Han Qiao looked around and was very satisfied. The whole company was divided into two parts by glass.

One part is a plaid shirt, and the fingers are tapping on the keyboard, as gracefully as stroking the piano.

The spring of boring programmers.

One part is exquisite makeup, a small suit to tighten the waistline, a slippery A-line skirt, legs slanted, stockings are white, black, flesh-colored...

From programmers to peek every now and then.

Han Qiao believes that this policy is still effective in stimulating everyone's enthusiasm for work.

to the office.

Han Qiao is coming for a report.

Can't help beaming with joy.

Qianqian Jingting currently has a high loading rate in the market. At present, there are 3089 million computers in the country. According to the statistical data of Qianqian, the loading rate is 2300 million.

no way.

This is the only music player software.

There are currently 40 members. According to 5 yuan/month, the monthly income of Qianqian Jingting is 200 million for members alone.

And that's just a drop in the bucket.

The biggest income of Qianqianjingting is still ring tones. The launch of the "Music Emerging Chart" has successfully promoted three hit songs.

One: "Someone Like Me"

One: "The First Snow in 2002"

One: "Mice Love Rice"

The CRBT subscription is 3 yuan, 1 yuan for the mobile terminal, and 2 yuan for the platform.

The monthly income of CRBT is more than [-] million.

It looks scary, but it's actually quite normal. You know, just the song "Mouse Loves Rice" earned Yang Chengang 2.3 million yuan.

Not to mention.

"Someone Like Me" and "The First Snow in 2002" are both popular CRBT songs.

That's it.

Also shoot a hammer scene.

Han Qiao was a little swollen, and calmed down after three seconds. Qianqian Jingting was just a step ahead. Tencent and Baidu will launch new products next year.

"Boss Han."

The office door opened.

Han Qiao looked up and felt a toothache: "Old Zheng, how long has it been since you came home?"

"It all stinks."

Zheng Nanling has an unshaven beard, chicken nest hair, black-framed glasses, and a shiny plaid shirt. He probably hasn't woken up yet, and his eyelids are closed. He smelled it and said, "It doesn't stink."

"It's not busy developing Douban."

Zheng Nanling went his own way, sitting on the sofa with his buttocks. He didn't realize that Han Qiao was the boss, drinking tea and drinking: "Douban is a website with very low technical content, mainly thousands of videos. To realize online browsing, bandwidth and video compression They are all big problems.”

"There is also Qianqian Music. The big data recommendation algorithm you mentioned is really tormenting. It is too difficult to develop this thing."

Han Qiao laughed: "If it's difficult, take your time. Big data is our core business in the future, so we must do our best."

That's right.

Douyin is good.

but.

It's mine now.

Han Qiao is now starting to accumulate technology, research and develop big data, and kill a certain treasure.

Zheng Nanling rolled his eyelids: "All right."

"looking for me?"

"It's like this. I think Qianqian Music will push advertisements in the background. Of course, it can't be too much. Pop-up advertisements are fine, mainly for the promotion of "nobody."

"How to do it?"

Han Qiao laughed: "It's very simple. Our prize is Qianqian Music membership. Users can send their own lucky draw templates, invite friends to accumulate energy, and if they reach the energy accumulation threshold, they can have a 500 yuan voucher."

"I will let the operation department discuss the specific prizes."

Zheng Nanling nodded: "This is simple, no problem."

"No other request?"

Han Qiao made a decision that went against his ancestors: "If you want to get the final prize, at least 50 people must be distributed. Forget it, 30 people."

Zheng Nanling looked contemptuously behind the glasses: "Impossible, the user is not a fool."

Users are not fools.

Han Qiao smiled: "It's not easy, we can give users some benefits first, for example, once a user is online, they will get 499 yuan, and they only need the last dollar to get rewards..."

"Do you know how big it is between 0 and 1?"

Han Qiao spread his fingers: "Infinity."

Zheng Nanling was stunned for a while, then looked at Han Qiao: "You are really wicked."

He fooled Zheng Nanling.

Hanqiao held the first full-staff meeting of the "Lanqiao" network.

meeting clearly stated.

Lanqiao Network has three major business groups.

A large business group: Qianqian Jingting

Two major business groups: Qianqian Video
Three major business groups: Douban.com

In addition to the three major business groups, each has administration, personnel...

Hanqiao's "President's Office" is in charge of the three major business groups.

Zheng Nanling's "R&D Office" is in charge of technology research and development.

Division of business.

The entire Lanqiao network is suddenly distinct.

Zheng Nanling relieved most of the burden, and finally he can go downstairs to wash his hair.

That's right.

Han Qiao opened a "barber shop" for the "Lanqiao" network, besides, there are Internet cafes, karaoke...

The company earns money and the company spends it, and one part wants to take it home.

End of the meeting.

Han Qiao inspected his site, and the office area is a bit crowded now.

It's time to figure it out.

Buy a piece of land and build a building.

Land prices are still cheap in this era, but after a few years, the land prices will be expensive, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

After calculating the company's current income, it should be no problem to buy a land, and it will take a few years to build a building.

Take care of the company.

Han Qiao went to the "Times Starry Sky" next door.

Times Star is currently a first-class brokerage company and film and television investment company. The reason why it is a brokerage company is really helpless. Times Star has its current industry status and scale, which is almost created by Han Qiao alone.

And now.

With the strong rise of Pangu Film and Television, the whole era of Xingkong is particularly tasteless.

A huge crisis is hidden under the bustling surface.

office.

Han Qiao meets Xia...

Pooh.

Cultural treasures.

"Hey, is director Han Da still free to visit my little palace?"

Xia Wen twitched the corner of his mouth, his tone was sour, and he looked at Han Qiao's wrist, seeing that the watch he gave him was wearing well, and he was wearing stockings, deliberately looking at the computer.

Han Qiao leaned over to take a look.

On the black screen, Xia Wenming's eyes were gazing, and his lips were moistened with lipstick.

"I have a surprise for you."

"What surprise?"

"Do you want three first-line singers?"

"Three first-line singers?" Xia Wen's temperament changed very naturally, with his hands on the desk, his eyes slightly oppressed: "Tell me specifically."

Xia Wen knows exactly how much money the first-line singers make.

Sands is now the company's most valuable cash cow, concerts, records, commercial performances...

"My Qianqian Music has not been online recently, and three new singers have been discovered, one is Yao Beina, one is Dao Lang, and the other is Yang Chengang."

"Yao Beina, Dao Lang, Yang Chengang," Xia Wen said angrily, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"I'll know in a while."

Han Qiao grabbed Xia Wen's hand.

"Hey...where are you going, wait for me...my shoes..."

………………

Since ancient times, there has been a "bible for picking up girls".

The Bible says this: "If she is not deeply involved in the world, take her to see the prosperity of the world; if she has experienced the world, take her on the merry-go-round."

The reason is very simple.

If you want to impress, give her what she never had.

Xia Wen is a strong woman, what else has she never seen or possessed.

Without him.

The simplest and most sincere love.

Wrapped in a down jacket, big sunglasses, and a black mask, Han Qiao held Xia Wen's hand and walked down the bustling University Street.

Universities in the country are similar.

There are almost all "food streets".

Not far from this street, there must be a small hotel with reasonable price and privacy.

High schools are closed, colleges are open.

Couples of men and women held hands sweetly. It was so pitiful that a piece of stinky tofu had to be shared between two people.

Xia Wen looked at it and pointed: "I want stinky tofu."

"Give."

"feed me."

Intuit.

"That's Yao Beina's song."

Café puts "Someone Like Me."

Walk past the noodle shop.

The bald master looked at the phone and hummed: "The first snow in 2002 was earlier than before..."

"This is Daolang."

roadside.

The motorbike driver put his legs on the faucet, and the cell phone rang suddenly: "I love you, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."

"This is Yang Chengang."

Han Qiao observed that these three songs are indeed too popular at present, and the audience is clear, people like me mainly focus on young people, and the first snow in 2002 mainly focuses on middle-aged men.

Mice love rice.

This one is suitable for all ages.

"Hey……"

Xia Wen was absent-minded, looking ahead, reluctant to leave.

Han Qiao took a look.

have to.

photo stickers.

The two dawdled, making all kinds of grimaces, Xia Wen probably saw this for the first time.

It's a bit awkward.

At once.

The high-end professional OL with exquisite makeup has a cold face and a tall and cold boss, with black silk beautiful legs bent, and then pouting and posing with scissors.

The cheeks are bulging cutely.

His eyes widened in a daze.

Clap and clap.

Han Qiao gnawed on it in one bite.

………………

mid-December.

Times starry sky.

Yang Chen was just sitting in the meeting room with bright and clean windows, feeling a little uneasy, he had never seen such a situation before.

The company is located in the most prosperous downtown area of ​​Yanjing.

The people who come and go are all well-dressed female white-collar workers. He used to work ashes on the construction site.

Never thought of it.

Women can be so delicate.

It's like living in a bubble.

With a dry mouth, he picked up the cup, but the water in the cup was long gone. After sitting for a while, no one came. Yang Chen just stood up, walked to the water dispenser, and looked at the water in the bucket, just like his heart.

Everything is so dreamy.

a month ago.

He was still working on the construction site from dawn to dusk, exhausted, and his monthly salary was only 3000. In just this month, he earned 60, which was money he had never earned in his entire life.

Money in hand.

The first thing Yang Chen did was treat Brother Hu to a barbecue.

That was his most confident time.

Enough wine, the kebabs are open to eat.

The next day, after sending 10 yuan to the family, the old father said for the first time, "You have grown up."

"Hello."

Yang Chen just shook his hand, and the water in the cup swung out, and he smiled shyly: "Hello."

The girl held out her hand gracefully, "I'm Yao Beina, are you?"

"You are Yao Beina?" Yang Chengang was friendly immediately, and extended his hand to shake slightly: "I am Yang Chengang."

"Mice love rice is what I sang."

"Your people like me, I really like them." Yang Chengang said, humming a few words.

Yao Beina has seen too many fans this month, she seems to have become popular in all major colleges and universities overnight, but she is still very polite: "Brother Yang, I like mice and rice very much."

We exchanged a few pleasantries.

The two sat alone, a little awkward.

Yang Chen just thought about it, and tentatively said, "Yao Beina, are all your songs written by Han Qiao?"

"Oh." Yao Beina immediately became interested: "That's right, it's all written by Brother Han, how about you?"

"I wrote it myself."

"Then you are amazing, I can't do it, I can only sing, not write songs."

The two had a topic.

Not for a while.

The door opened again, Yang Chengang and Yao Beina looked over.

Oh wow.

This is a real boss.

He wears a black peaked cap, has long curly hair, is tall and strong, travels and dusty, and has a weathered face. He seems to be carrying the wilderness and loneliness of northern Xinjiang. He has a guitar on his back and Martin shoes on his feet. The ripped jeans are full of holes. Hat, smiled: "Hi, I'm Daolang."

Qianqian Jingting is the first generation of the three giants of Internet singers.

Ten minutes passed.

High-heeled shoes came from outside the meeting room, and the sound was crisp. As the door opened, Xia Wen looked at the three freshly baked cash cows, and smiled brightly: "Welcome, I am Xia Wen from the Starry Sky of the Times."

"Hello, Mr. Xia."

"Mr. Xia."

Times Starry Sky developed the same template for the three singers. Xia Wen didn't make a sound. After the assistant finished talking about the contract, he closed it: "That's the whole contract. Do you have any requirements?"

"No."

I have read the contract a long time ago, and today is just going through the process.

Neither Yao Beina nor Dolan has any problems.

Yang Chen just thought about it, and tentatively said: "I heard that the company will provide artists with life assistants. I have a request."

"Please say?"

"I have a friend who has helped me a lot, and I want to hire him as my life assistant." Yang Chengang was a little apprehensive.

"This..." The little assistant looked at Xia Wen.

"No problem." Xia Wen stood up and smiled: "Welcome to the Times Starry Sky."

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