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Chapter 372 Who is Yang Yu? (Seeking monthly votes)
Everyone felt that the lottery results took an incredibly long time to roll over.

Some people even seemed to have spotted their own number.

It felt like the grand prize was about to hit me on the head.

Some people have started fantasizing about what they would do with the luxury item after winning the big prize.

Some people think that since we only live once, why not be a little willful?

I'll keep it for myself.

Go pick up girls in a carefree and easy way.

Some people think that if you sell the car for three million, you can still buy a luxury car with one million, and use the remaining two million to buy a luxury house. Wouldn't that be better?

With a car and a house, you won't have to worry about not having a mother-in-law.

But in reality, the time for each lottery draw is fixed; it only takes a blink of an eye before a number is displayed on the big screen.

"Yang Yu, who is Yang Yu?"

Jiang Wen waited to see the spectacle; he had personally created a millionaire.

I don't even know what it looks like.

"Please check the serial number; this name is quite common..."

Xie Nan reminded him, lest someone named Yang Yu, who was overjoyed, suddenly be told that it was a different Yang Yu, he would probably be completely dumbfounded.

"Mist grass!"

One of the young men jumped up, nearly overturning the table in front of him.

Even if he didn't knock over the table, he still knocked over his wine glass.

A table full of red wine was spilled.

However, everyone can understand him.

My deskmates are mostly animation students, and I'm filled with envy and jealousy towards them.

After several rounds of big and small prizes, dozens of people won.

None of the people at their table won anything.

Moreover, their projects haven't even been launched yet; they're just here to watch others celebrate. They're practically extras in the story, absolute minor characters.

totally unexpected!
The final grand prize was a Ferrari worth over three million.

What was even more unexpected was that the prize was won by the people at their table.

We've always shared joys and sorrows.

Unexpectedly, someone betrayed the organization.

"Holy crap, did you step in dog poop today?"

"Dumpling, Dumpling Bro, take me for a ride!"

"Yang Yu, you're my brother, you're my real brother! Lend me your car so I can pick up a girl. I'm still a virgin!"

Yang Yu ignored them completely and ran towards the stage.

People along the way reached out and gave him a high five.

He excitedly clapped high-fives one by one, as if the celebration banquet was for him alone.

Qi Hao acquired 20% of his studio's shares, valued at five million, and gave him one million. However, this one million was not for him personally, but for the studio, and it had to be used for the studio's development.

In reality, he dared not spend a single penny casually.

He was the son of a poor man. His mother's monthly pension of a little over a thousand yuan had supported him for several years, but he had integrity and would not try to take advantage of the one million yuan.

He has bigger ambitions and wants far more than just one million.

As he ran from his seat to the stage, he gradually calmed down. When he stood between Jiang Wen and Xie Nan, apart from his flushed face, he became quite reserved.

"Yang Yu, right? Introduce yourself. Which department are you from?"

Jiang Wen handed the microphone to Yang Yu.

It's no wonder he didn't recognize Yang Yu. Although they both belong to the broader entertainment industry, Yang Yu is known for his work in animation.

Moreover, he has only made one short film.

Jiang Wen is too high-level and too arrogant. You have no ability at all, so why should you let him know you?

"I……"

Yang Yu thought for a moment and decided to start introducing himself.

At this moment, Lao Tian, ​​one of the people sitting in the front row and president of Zhonghao Entertainment and Xihao Animation Film, quickly walked up. "This is Yang Yu, nicknamed Dumpling, the director and chief screenwriter of 'Hit, Hit a Big Watermelon,' an animated short film that has won many awards."

Old Tian couldn't let Yang Yu introduce himself like that.

Although the impact was not significant, Lao Tian had also risen from the bottom and knew that what Yang Yu lacked most was respect.

"I think I've heard of it before!"

Jiang Wen suddenly realized that he had long heard that Qi Hao was planning to make animated films.

Although he wasn't interested in the industry, he felt that if Hollywood and Japan could do it, there was no reason why China couldn't.

Qi Hao's willingness to invest in an immature industry at such a young age is truly remarkable.

"Thank you, Director Jiang Wen. Your film 'Let the Bullets Fly' is simply a masterpiece. I learned a lot from it, and I hope to have the opportunity to exchange ideas with you."

Yang Yu and Jiang Wen shook hands.

Today feels like a dream.

I really don't want to wake up from such a beautiful dream.

"Yang Yu secured a total investment of 60 million yuan from Xihao Animation Film Studio and is now working on an animated feature film. It's currently in the preparation stage. Please give a round of applause, and let's look forward to the film's great success..."

Old Tian gave Yang Yu another injection of chicken blood.

"Thank you, thank you everyone!"

The applause was so enthusiastic that Yang Yu felt his head spinning.

"We'll throw you a celebration party like that when the time comes!"

Lao Tian is someone who is very good at making grand promises.

What makes him better than other bosses is that he delivers on his promises.

Actually, making this promise isn't difficult.

The company should have held an annual meeting anyway, but instead they gathered all the movies that should have been celebrated throughout the year into one celebration, which reduced costs and was more lively. Having Yang Yu one more time wouldn't make a difference.

"Look at this car, how much is it worth?"

Yang Yu abruptly changed the subject, inquiring about the value of the sports car, thus completing his rapid transformation from an optimistic young man to a shrewd and calculating one.

"The car itself should be worth around 3.2 million yuan. The company will help with all the procedures, and in the end it will cost about 3.6 million yuan to get on the road."

Prizes worth three or four million yuan definitely need to be approved by him, the president.

"I'll sell it for three million, anyone interested?"

Yang Yu's eyes lit up, but he didn't seem to be the greedy person everyone imagined. He actually wanted to transfer his prize on the spot.

A sports car that costs 360, resell for 300.

The key point is that this car hasn't even been picked up yet, so it's definitely a brand new car that hasn't been promoted by anyone.

Luxury cars like these are often not cheap even when used.

Now that the price has suddenly dropped to 13% off, people immediately stepped forward to say they wanted to buy it.

"Young people all like sports cars, why don't you keep it for yourself?"

Jiang Wen asked curiously.

Given his status, people are naturally curious and will ask.

“I plan to use the money from selling the car to make a movie. Three million is a lot of money; it can do a lot of things.”

Yang Yu's tone was firm, clearly indicating that it was not a momentary impulse.

Keep it for yourself?

Please, he's holed up in his studio all day long, he doesn't even take weekends off.

Zhonghao Entertainment also built a talent apartment near the company exclusively for its employees. Yang Yu shamelessly moved in, which was less than a ten-minute walk from the company.

He doesn't need a car, and there's nowhere to park it.

Why not take advantage of the fact that so many wealthy people are selling it now, and let it depreciate in value later?

"With this kind of dedication, you're sure to succeed in making movies."

Jiang Wen was also impressed by this young man.

The celebration banquet, which ended with Ferrari, was talked about by people in the industry for a long time afterward.

(End of this chapter)