Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 3: Gen on top and Kun on bottom, this is peeling
When the stagehand went to invite Lu Kuan into the house again, Zhang Jizhong still had a calm expression, while Meng Fanyao had a big smile on his face.

Only Ju Jueliang had a look of resentment on his face, and seemed helpless. He held his breath and remained silent.

The young Taoist priest took in the expressions of several people and took the contract text that smelled of ink from Meng Fanyao.

It still feels warm in my hand, obviously it was just baked.

"Master Lu, we understand what you mean."

"The previous contract is invalid. We will sign a new one. The value of this labor contract is 20, which is the total amount of the previous religious consultant contract."

Meng Fanyao smiled with a dagger hidden in his heart: "Now you can't use Qiao again and say that we are not sincere, right?"

Lu Kuan remained calm: "Oh, let me see."

The production director and the bearded man looked at each other and secretly complained in their hearts. He didn't believe that a young Taoist priest from the deep mountains and old forests knew anything about legal contracts.

The young Taoist priest turned the pages skillfully, thinking that this old fox was still harboring evil intentions.

People who work in public relations are naturally familiar with yin-yang contracts. The dinner before Lu Kuan's sudden death at the bar was just to get a public relations project from Sister Bayi.

However, this civil contract in hand, which involves purchasing metaphysical feng shui services for 200,000 yuan, is of course an invalid contract from a legal perspective and has no legal effect at all.

If the other party doesn't pay after signing, there is nothing you can do.

If Lu Kuan persists in demanding an explanation, Meng Fanyao can even sue him for fraud.

The domestic painting craze of the 20s and 80s had just subsided, and the authorities were cracking down on religious secrets. Things like feng shui that walked on the edge of the law were easily labeled.

Money makes the world go round. Meng Fanyao is obviously unwilling to give up the huge sum of money he has obtained, and Zhang Jizhong continues to "increase revenue and reduce expenditure" despite the financial difficulties of the crew.

The words he used to convince Zhang Jizhong and Ju Jueliang were also very simple:
If this is really a master, he will definitely not sign it. If it is a counterfeit, we will just cheat him.

Ju Jueliang naturally disagreed.

Even people don't know their jobs. Even a veteran like you who has been in the crew for more than ten years may be tricked by you.

He is still counting on Master Lu to give him some guidance!

Lu Kuan's expression was calm as he quickly wrote on the contract.

Meng Fanyao glanced at Ju Jueliang calmly, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident, Director Ju, you must have made a mistake, right?

Only these Hong Kong directors believe in these things, they are so unreliable.

Lu Kuan turned to the last page with a pen in hand. Meng Fanyao reminded him, "Master Lu, please sign the last page and the interleaving."

"Oh."

Everyone felt relieved when they saw him moving so vigorously. Zhang Jixin thought that he was nothing special and thought he was some brilliant young man.

From this perspective, it is possible that his speculation was information he received in advance. He is really good at calculating. How could he not see this little trap?
Meng Fanyao took the contract with a smile, glanced at it, and was stunned. Then he threw it to the ground angrily: "You! Are you trying to make trouble on purpose?"

"What's going on?" Zhang Jizhong saw his furious look and couldn't help but walk over and pick up the contract out of curiosity.

"Changfeng?"

Meng Fanyao was so angry that he almost bled from all seven orifices. Where the hell are you putting your hands on my spicy shredded chicken?
Zhang Jizhong smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking at Lu Kuan who was sitting at ease. He knew that this was just a trick played by the little Taoist priest.

"Alright, Master Lu, stop teasing us. Let's talk about the terms."

Zhang Jizhong sat on a single sofa and talked face to face with Lu Kuan. His body language showed that he now regarded him as a negotiating partner worthy of attention.

In his previous life, Lu Kuan also worked his way up from a small figure in the world.

What kind of losses have you not suffered?
What kind of pit have you not dug?
What kind of woman has not played...

Well, that’s not the case. As we all know, public relations companies are very formal.

Lu Kuan smiled and said, "Let's not mince words. Director Zhang and I will have a frank chat."

"First of all, I want to make a statement!"

"As an officially registered member of the Socialist Taoist Association, I have always been committed to interpreting traditional Taoist thought in a way that is consistent with China's fine traditional culture."

"Therefore, the feng shui and other religious-themed insights I provide are merely my personal interpretations. I am not trying to sell you any services. You must understand this first."

"You mean you don't want the 200,000?" Meng Fanyao was a little bit incredulous.

I heard before that he was a down-and-out Taoist priest who was a swindler. How come now she is wearing bras, one set after another?

"I haven't finished yet, Director Meng, please don't be impatient." Lu Kuan picked up the disposable paper cup on the table, took a sip of tea and continued, "I'm about to set up a business consulting company. If you're interested, I'd be happy to provide some business advice to the crew or Director Zhang personally."

“Well, only in the business sector.”

Finally, he added, "This has nothing to do with what I've said to myself about feng shui. Please be careful to discern it."

"you!!!"

Meng Fanyao felt that he had to go to the hospital to measure his blood pressure. Today he was like Zhou Yu, and was more than angry with this damn little Taoist priest.

This is a naked disclaimer agreement! You get the money but you don’t have to worry about being accused of fraud!

The boss of the public relations company naturally has the upper hand over these minor contract traps.

"All right!"

Zhang Jizhong is very clear-headed. He realized that his side had become the clown, while the other side had seen through everything from the beginning and was just playing with him.

The bearded man stood up from the sofa and said, "Master Lu, I'll give you a 100,000 yuan advance out of the 200,000 yuan consulting fee. First, help those in need and see how we can resolve the urgent needs of our crew."

"Can I give you the remaining balance after the filming is finished?"

Ju Jueliang and Meng Fanyao looked at the little Taoist priest sitting on the sofa with an indifferent expression. His otherworldly temperament seemed to have entered the world, and he had switched from Taoist Master Lu to Boss Lu in his previous life.

"That two hundred thousand just now almost cost Director Meng ten years in prison."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to still be offering this kind of price now?"

"Three hundred thousand, if you are sincere, your wish will come true."

Meng Fanyao slapped the sofa handle and said unkindly, "Master Lu, isn't your asking price a bit too high? Two hundred thousand for a few words from you, is that too little?"

Boss Lu instantly switched back to the role of the little god: "As the Huainanzi Misleading Instructions says, blessings come from oneself, and disasters come from oneself."

"Let's be honest. Director Meng just made a mistake. He should realize that karma will always prevail."

"This one hundred thousand is just to buy your 'rewards for good and evil follow you like a shadow'."

Meng Fanyao's face flushed red, but his evil ambitions were obvious and he couldn't deny it.

Ju Jueliang stared at him with dissatisfaction. It was all because of this short-sighted mainland production director that he ruined the crew's plan for a few trivial things!

He couldn't help but look at the bearded man again. After all, Zhang Jizhong was still the one who made the decisions.

The bearded man sighed, "Master Lu is new here, so please give us some time to think about it."

"Xiao Fan, can you take Director Lu to the finance department to withdraw 10,000 yuan and settle down first?"

Lu Kuan looked indifferent. Fishing requires patience. "Okay, I won't delay your work for now."

"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."

This is a blessing commonly used by Taoist priests, similar to "bye bye, I wish you good luck."

Lu Kuan lightly brushed his Taoist robe, one hand behind his back, his posture as straight as a green pine or cypress, as if he had turned into the young Taoist priest with an immortal appearance that the few people had first met.

The premise is to ignore his experienced negotiation attitude just now.

Ju Jueliang was now completely convinced and respectfully stood up to see him out.

"By the way, Director Zhang, there is something I need to say in advance." The young Taoist priest stopped as if he remembered something, and looked at the bearded man with a frown.

"please say."

"I didn't mention the hexagram of change just now. Based on the situation in your office and the crew, the hexagram of trapped is very likely to develop into the hexagram of stripped!"

"Gen on top and Kun on the bottom is peeling, peeling the bed with feet, despising."

This time, he didn't wait for Zhang Jizhong to ask, and continued to explain: "In short, if the bed legs rot, they will fall off, which will damage the foundation."

"I hope you'll consider this sooner rather than later. Don't delay any further..."

"It will definitely lead to disaster, that's all I have to say!"

After saying that, he turned and walked into the rain. The mist was thick, and he looked more like a calm and otherworldly person.

　The crew of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" had difficulties before and after, Li Yapeng beat people, and Li Yapeng was injured during the subsequent filming. These are all true stories, not fabricated by the author. For details, please see the Easter Egg Chapter

　　
　
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