Huayu: Starting from joining the mainstream entertainment industry in 96

Chapter 568, Section 566: An employee who doesn't want to be the boss isn't a good mistress.
After Zhao Jingsong left.

Wang Sheng thought for a while.

He pressed the intercom button.

"Tingting, come in for a moment."

A moment later, Li Tingting walked in with light steps: "Boss?"

"Two things."

Wang Sheng issued a direct order: "First, notify Shengying Animation. Have them immediately put the 'Panda Po' TV animation project on the formal development schedule. I need to see a complete project plan, a core team list, and at least one high-quality sample episode within three months. The group will fully guarantee funding and resources."

Shengying Animation is the entity that has a deep collaboration with the Animation School of Beijing Film Academy.

The main purpose of doing this is to create a time difference.

We don't need to make the "Panda Po" animated film any earth-shattering. As long as it appears in the public eye before DreamWorks' movies, especially through our channels on television and future online platforms, it will establish a certain audience base and market recognition.

So, no matter how exquisite DreamWorks' panda becomes or how extensive the promotion is, many people, especially domestic audiences, will subconsciously think of it as—Kung Fu Panda? Oh, is it a spin-off of Po the Panda? Or a high-budget movie version?

……

evening.

Lan Club, secluded private rooms.

Outside the window, the twilight and city lights of Beijing were gradually appearing, while inside the private room, the soft lighting created a private atmosphere.

Cecilia Cheung was wearing a well-tailored early autumn suit. Her face showed some fatigue from the long flight, but her eyes lit up instantly when she saw Wang Sheng, filled with undisguised joy.

"Brother Sheng!" Her voice carried the coquettishness unique to Hong Kong girls. She sat down naturally next to Wang Sheng and casually took his arm. "I've missed you so much!"

Wang Sheng smiled and let her hug him, then reached out and poured her a cup of warm Pu'er tea.

"Did the event go smoothly?"

"It's alright, just standing on the platform, taking photos, answering questions, the same old routine." Cecilia Cheung pouted, then enthusiastically started talking about what she had seen and heard on the road and the interesting things that happened while filming recently.

She spoke quickly and with vivid expressions, as if she had endless things to say.

The dishes were served one after another, each one exquisite and delicious.

The two chatted as they ate, their conversation gradually shifting from all sorts of things to their current situations and industry trends.

"Brother Sheng, I feel like Hong Kong films have been... a bit out of sorts these past few years."

Cecilia Cheung put down her chopsticks, rested her chin on her hand, and said with a hint of confusion, "Many directors and producers I used to know now talk about co-productions all the time, and they have to consider the mainland market and mainland censorship. It's getting harder and harder to make those purely Hong Kong-style films, and even if they do, the investment has shrunk drastically."

Wang Sheng ate his food slowly and deliberately, unsurprised by what he heard. "It's an inevitable trend. The mainland market is this big, so capital naturally flows to where it can generate greater profits. This isn't a problem unique to Hong Kong films; Hollywood is also adapting to globalization. The key is how to retain the essence while integrating and finding new ways of expression."

“But I feel so tired.” Cecilia Cheung sighed, leaning slightly towards Wang Sheng. “Flying around everywhere, constantly filming, endorsing, and promoting, like a spinning top. Sometimes when I finish work and return to the hotel, I look in the mirror and feel like the person in the mirror is a complete stranger.”

She paused, a hint of envy in her eyes, "I think Gao Yuanyuan seems much more relaxed now. She has her own company and is her own boss. She doesn't have to listen to the company's arrangements in everything." Wang Sheng glanced at her but didn't reply immediately.

He knew that Cecilia Cheung, though seemingly carefree, was actually sensitive and had her own plans for her career and future.

Dinner ended in a slightly sentimental atmosphere.

Wang Sheng made no other arrangements and took Cecilia Cheung directly back to her private apartment on the top floor of the Jingxin Building.

Nighttime, penthouse apartment.

The sound of running water could be heard in the bathroom.

Wang Sheng leaned back on the sofa in the living room, closing his eyes to rest.

A short while later, Cecilia Cheung came out wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair wet and draped over her shoulders, carrying the fresh scent of a bath. She naturally squeezed next to him.

Wang Sheng reached out and pulled her into his arms, his hands habitually roaming over her waist and back.

What you touch is no longer the slender, bony figure of my memory, but rather a bit more plump and soft.

"I've gained weight."

Wang Sheng said in a low voice, "It feels pretty good, not as rough as when I used to touch ribs."

Cecilia Cheung wriggled in his arms, tilted her head up, and rubbed her flushed cheeks against his chin, her voice sweet and innocent: "I'm glad you like it! My manager keeps telling me to lose weight and stay in shape, but I think I'm fine as I am now, it's healthier."

As she spoke, she grabbed Wang Sheng's hand and pressed it against her lower abdomen. "Look, isn't it soft?"

Wang Sheng chuckled softly, gently pinching her fingers, which elicited a series of dodges and giggles from her.

The atmosphere instantly became ambiguous and warm.

In a moment of passion, Cecilia Cheung held Wang Sheng tightly, as if trying to meld herself into his body. Her voice carried a languid afterglow and a hint of barely perceptible vulnerability: "Brother Sheng... these past few years have been so busy and tiring... I also want to be like Gao Yuanyuan, try transitioning into a business owner, have some foothold of my own, and not always be drifting around filming..."

Wang Sheng stroked her hair, his breathing not yet fully calmed, but his mind remained clear.

He paused for a few seconds before speaking, his voice hoarse from the event, yet clear and strong: "If you want to do it yourself, no problem. I'll talk to Mr. Cai later and set up a personal studio for you, affiliated with Guangming. You can use the studio's name to sign new talent, nurture promising individuals, participate in project investments, and gradually transition into a different field."

Zhang Bozhi suddenly looked up, her eyes sparkling in the darkness, filled with unbelievable surprise: "Really? Brother Sheng! You agreed?"

"Hmm," Wang Sheng responded. "You also need to think this through. Being a boss is different from being an artist. There are more things to worry about and more responsibilities. The company can provide you with some resources in the early stages, but whether you can succeed depends on your own abilities."

"I know! I will definitely try my best!" Cecilia Cheung was so excited she almost jumped up, hugged Wang Sheng's neck, and kissed him several times on the face. "Thank you, Brother Sheng! You're the best!"

Overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, she clung to him like a koala, her voice sticky and provocative: "I'm so happy... how about we have another fight to celebrate?"

Wang Sheng was in excellent physical condition and naturally had no fear of challenges. He flipped over, regained control, and chuckled, "As you wish."

However, Cecilia Cheung was physically exhausted and emotionally overwhelmed, so she quickly gave in and collapsed into Wang Sheng's arms, too weak to even move a finger...

(End of this chapter)