HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

Chapter 121 Eight Boxes of Letters?

The next day, while Xiang Nan was still sleeping on his large bed in his courtyard house, online discussions about him had already begun:

#Superstar Returns Home! Global superstar Leo Man Appears at Shunyi Airport Yesterday#

#Netizens were right: Xiang Nan and Yi Fei are having an affair!#

Xiang Nan's fans were in an uproar, and the internet was abuzz with excitement.

"Are you having an affair?"

Half an hour later, at a breakfast shop in the alley.

Xiang Nan drank a bowl of soy milk, looked at the news on his phone, and his lips twitched repeatedly.

"What a fabrication! She clearly has two legs, and they're long legs at that!"

He ignored him and grabbed a fried dough stick, stuffing it into his mouth.

I had a lot to do today. I just got back to China. I spent all of yesterday packing. Little Pudding wouldn't let me take her home, which was quite annoying.

Aunt Liu, Aunt Liu, I really won't eat the little pudding, I swear!

Xiang Nan understood Liu's mother's wariness, but for even a gentleman to be wary was going too far.

"Sir, the bill please!"

After paying, Xiang Nan put his mask back on, tugged at his trench coat, and walked away.

We've just gotten back, it's not a good time to hold any big meetings. Let's bring a few leaders over first to get a feel for the situation.

Nine o'clock in the morning, Xingnanfei headquarters.

When Xiang Nan pushed open the chairman's office door, there were already three people sitting on the sofa inside.

Han Jianu, Mu Yang, and Chen Yaochuan.

"Xiao Nan".

"Mr. Xiang."

"Brother Nan."

Upon seeing Xiang Nan enter, the three of them stood up together.

"Sit down, stop with the formalities."

Xiang Nan sat down on the sofa, picked up his thermos from the coffee table, and found that Feng Man had already brewed him Pu'er tea. He was immediately very satisfied.

"Tell me about it."

The three looked at each other, and Mu Yang was the first to step forward and hand over a stack of financial statements.

"Mr. Xiang, the headquarters has collected all the financial reports, and the operational data is all here."

Xiang Nan took the document, crossed his legs, and slowly began to read it.

Five minutes later, his gaze landed on the photography studio section.

"Is the tent all set up?"

"Yes, the photography studio behind the company was inspected and completed last week."

Mu Yang adjusted his glasses and continued, "But it's just a simple photography studio. The subsequent funding gap is huge; the purchase of equipment, including the establishment of other companies, has all been halted due to funding issues."

Xiang Nan twirled his fingers, his brow furrowing. "How much is the gap?"

"According to preliminary calculations, there are eight short."

Han Jianu leaned forward and asked, "Eight what, eighty million?"

"Eight hundred million!"

Mu Yang announced the numbers, and Chen Yaochuan gasped in shock.

So many! What kind of scheme did Xiao Nan come up with?

I thought I was here to deliver good news!

"Brother Chuan, what's Sony saying in China?"

Xiang Nan's words brought Chen Yaochuan back to his senses. He didn't bother with any professional reports, simply reading aloud from a piece of paper: "The revenue sharing for the ringback tone business is out. You and Sony settle accounts every three years. From 2003 to now, your ringback tone revenue is 1.7 billion yuan before tax."

100 million."

"Hiss—" This time, it was Han Jianu who gasped for breath.

Who is this person? He made 1.7 million from ringtones for a single album?

Why bother making movies then! Isn't singing better?

Xiang Nan remained expressionless. After reviewing the reports, he put the documents back on the table.

"Settle the ringtone payment as soon as possible. With last year's film and television revenue, we can barely reach 2.2 million. Let them use the money to build a house so the brothers can have a home."

Mu Yang nodded and quickly jotted it down in his notebook.

"By the way, let them allocate the money from the film company for development, and the same goes for the animation company."

"clear!

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After explaining all this, Xiang Nan looked at Han Jianu.

The latter sniffed and pulled out a few sheets of A4 paper: "Brother Nan, the animation company is progressing steadily. The production of *Kung Fu Panda* has never lacked funds, after all, you gave the instructions. But—"

"Directors Kong Sheng and Hou Hongliang have been idle for almost half a year."

"Hmm————" Xiang Nan tilted his head back, roughly sorting out his thoughts.

Kong Sheng and Hou Hongliang initially came to Xing Nanfei because of its freedom and profit-sharing model, and of course, also received company shares.

They want to film something now, and they've talked to China Media Group and Anhui TV before, but neither of them seemed interested.

It seems they look down on me, Xing Nanfei.

If that's the case—

"Manman, let's meet—" Xiang Nan's words came to an abrupt halt.

Yes, this morning I only saw the brewed tea, but I didn't see Feng Man at all.

"Jia Nu, you can go too. Invite Big Dog from Xiao Ma Ben Teng, and Starlight Splendor, and CCTV-8 as well."

Han Jianu was taken aback. Although she didn't understand, she still agreed to the request.

After this was said, there was a few seconds of silence in the office.

Xiang Nan leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

Taking too big a step means having to fix a lot of things afterward, which is really tiring.

"Crunch!"

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door, like someone was moving something.

Feng Man's voice followed, panting.

"Nan Guo, I'm back!"

The door was pushed open, and Feng Man, hunched over, struggled to drag a large cardboard box.

Her short legs moved incredibly fast, and her little face turned bright red.

Behind her followed three male employees, also dragging suitcases.

"Ugh—huff, huff." As soon as the last box was dragged in, she plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

"I'm exhausted, this box is so heavy."

Xiang Nan looked up at the pile of boxes.

"What is it?"

Feng Man quickly got up and dusted off her hands.

"The package sent by fans contained three boxes of letters and five boxes of razor blades."

"I was afraid of causing delays, so I brought it over first."

Xiang Nan waved his hand, his tone indifferent.

"Throw away all the razor blades, but keep the letter."

Feng Man responded and turned to call the employees to deal with the blades.

Xiang Nan walked to the boxes, squatted down, and opened one of them.

It was full of letters from fans, some neatly folded, others with drawings of little lions.

He picked up a letter, opened it, and read it.

The letter contained the fans' expectations and feedback on his work.

He picked up a few more letters, flipped through them, and his fingertips stopped on a letter with neat handwriting.

The letter said that she hoped to have a chance to meet her fans.

Xiang Nan put the letter back in the box and stood up.

"Feng Man".

Feng Man rushed over, holding a rag in her hand.

"Nan Guo, what's wrong?"

"Prepare for a fan appreciation event."

"The location should be in Chaoyang, and the scale doesn't need to be too large."

Feng Man's eyes lit up, and she nodded quickly.

"Okay, I'll go arrange it right away!"

After Feng Man left, Xiang Nan picked up the thermos on the table and sipped his tea slowly.

"Regarding the photography studio, Mu Yang will come up with a cooperation plan this week."

Mu Yang replied, "Understood."

"Han Jianu reports on the animation company's progress every week."

Han Jianu nodded: "Okay."

"As for the music business, Brother Chuan will continue to follow up. We'll see if we can get some money from Sony in February."

Chen Yaochuan replied, "Don't worry."

Xiang Nan nodded, dismissed the group, and sat back down in his boss's chair.

He lay back in the chair, and when he looked up, he saw the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

"Long time no see, you slut!"

"Ta-da!"

The phone rang shrilly. Xiang Nan glanced at the phone on the table, but didn't pick it up to answer immediately.

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"Hey, you big blockhead, connect the generator, connect the generator, you big blockhead! You wretched blockhead, why aren't you connecting it yet?! Aaaaaah!"

Hahaha—this ringtone is so funny!