Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

Chapter 125 Secret Negotiations Among Various Forces

Time flies, and it's January 11th.

In the past three days, the entire Feiye team has been mobilized. Even Yifei, who is busy with promotions every day, can feel the excitement within Feiye.

Netizens' reactions were even more direct, with "Flying Leaf" repeatedly trending on Sina Weibo within three days.

The three most explosive topics were:

#Breaking! Silver Lion director Ye Chong is rumored to be making another award-contending film!#

#Ye Chong's new work has an astonishing background as its investor!#

#Shocking! Not an award-contending film, Ye Chong's new work is a co-production commercial blockbuster!#

"A co-production? Or a blockbuster?" China Film Group, Vice Chairman's Office.

Han Sanping stared into thought as he looked at the news in the newspaper.

He tapped his fingertips on the table and sat in the boss's chair thinking for a good ten minutes.

Ye Chong? That name sounds familiar.

No! Isn't that the director of "Mayday"?

"Oh no!" Han Sanping's face showed a hint of frustration. "I misjudged him!"

Ye Chong had approached him before, whether to solicit investment or for publicity, but he ignored him.

"It's probably not a good time to get into this situation now."

He narrowed his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

He paused for a moment, then got up, grabbed his coat, and went straight downstairs.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped downstairs at the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television.

Han Sanping walked into the building with familiarity and went straight to Director Tong's office.

Upon knocking and entering, Director Tong was looking down at documents. When he saw it was Han Sanping, he subtly gestured with his lip.

"sit."

Han Sanping pulled up a chair and sat down, pushing the newspaper in front of him.

"Director Tong, look at the commotion Ye Chong is making, it's quite a big deal."

Director Tong glanced at the newspaper, casually put it aside, not quite understanding what he meant.

Han Sanping thought for a moment, then got up, went to the door, and locked it.

Half an hour later, Han Sanping pushed open the door and left the broadcasting station without any expression on his face.

the other side.

Feiye Building.

Ye Chong sat in the boss's chair, staring blankly at the documents in his hand.

Shen Ze stood to the side and whispered a reminder: "President Ye, President Cao will be here soon."

Ye Chong raised an eyebrow and tugged at the collar of his white shirt: "Understood."

He was calculating in his mind that he had to play this Weibo game well.

Cao Guowei's situation at Sina is delicate. If he continues to develop in a step-by-step manner, it will take another year or two before he can stand out.

But if I were to get involved myself using Weibo —

Mutual help and cooperation bring mutual benefits.

It can both curry favor with Boss Cao and pave the way for Fei Ye.

Hopefully, things will be settled this time.

At nine o'clock sharp, the office door was pushed open, and Cao Guowei walked in with a smile.

"Mr. Ye, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Ye Chong stood up and took two steps to greet him, gesturing with his hand: "President Cao, you're too kind. Please have a seat."

Shen Ze served tea, then quietly slipped out and closed the office door behind him.

Cao Guowei picked up his teacup, took a sip, and got straight to the point: "President Ye, it's been a long time! I still remember our last meeting vividly!"

"You still vividly remember the Weibo incident, right?"

Cao Guowei laughed heartily: "What President Ye said is not wrong."

"Mr. Cao is straightforward, so I won't beat around the bush either." Ye Chong leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked completely relaxed. "I'll provide the technology, the ideas, and some funding to create Weibo. Mr. Cao will have to be the head of my company."

Cao Guowei's eyes flickered, and he nodded.

This was something the two of them had agreed upon beforehand.

"Mr. Ye's conditions?"

"All Feiye projects will be given priority for promotion on Weibo, and I want a portion of the equity." Ye Chong tapped his fingertips on the sofa armrest, his gaze fixed on Cao Guowei. "In addition, I will seize some internal shares of Sina to help you take control."

Cao Guowei remained silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

"Equity is negotiable, and promotion is no problem, but seizing control will take time."

"We're not in a rush," Ye Chong smiled. "We should be able to see the results around 08. This is a long battle."

"Hehe—that makes sense!" Cao Guowei leaned forward, extending his large hand. "So, shall we find a day to bring our people and discuss the specific projects and companies in detail?"

"no problem!"

The two discussed some more details before concluding their meeting.

At 10 o'clock sharp, only Ye Chong was left in the office. He leaned back on the sofa with a slight smile on his lips.

Once Weibo gained traction, Feiye's publicity team seized control of public opinion.

Whether it's movie promotion, artist management, or even dealing with people, it can save a lot of effort.

More importantly, having Sina as a connection will make things much easier in the future.

At the same time.

The top-floor office of Huayi Brothers headquarters was filled with smoke.

The three people sat on the sofa with a newspaper in front of them.

Besides news about Ye Chong's new film, there's also news about Feng Xiaopao's sex scandal.

The king held a cigar between his fingers, exhaling heavily.

Mr. Wang took a deep drag on his cigar and stubbed it out in the ashtray. "Idiots! All they do is shoot and write. Director Feng was just discussing a script with an actress, and they're using that to spread rumors!"

Alright! You've said everything you needed to say, what the hell am I supposed to say?

Feng Xiaopao sat on the sofa with a livid face, his chest heaving violently.

On the sofa, Boss Wang raised his hand and pressed down, saying calmly, "Alright, calm down."

"One must remain calm in the face of major events; one need not take what netizens say to heart."

Young Master Wang wanted to speak, but was stopped by a look from Big Master Wang.

Da Wang looked at Feng Xiaopao and softened his tone: "Director Feng, we know your character. The innocent are innocent, there's no need to argue with netizens."

Feng Xiaopao's expression softened slightly, but he was still indignant: "I just can't swallow this. The netizens, the paparazzi—all they do is gossip about other people's private lives!"

The king raised an eyebrow but didn't respond.

That's not a private matter. If it were, then the paparazzi's report would be accurate!

"Why is it that when Ye Chong starts a project, everyone raves about it, but I get criticized?"

Young Master Wang quickly chimed in, "Exactly! That bastard Ye Chong was just lucky!"

The boss shook his head: "Luck? You can win the Silver Lion Award by luck alone?"

"However, his decision to make a commercial co-production this time was somewhat unexpected."

Feng Xiaopao scoffed, curling his lip in disdain: "Just a commercial film! Don't forget whose forte is commercial films!"

"I want to see what kind of tricks he can come up with in this co-production."

Mr. Wang nodded: "Exactly! It definitely won't compare to Director Feng's 'The Banquet.' We'll see him make a fool of himself then!"

The king didn't speak, but slowly puffed on his cigar, his eyes deep.

He knew in his heart that Ye Chong never did anything without being sure of success, and this time it probably wouldn't be so simple.

Seeing that President Wang remained silent, Feng Xiaopao added, "Don't worry, President Wang, my next film will definitely surpass that kid Ye Chong and show him who the best commercial film director in China is!"

President Wang nodded slightly: "Okay, I trust you. Huayi will fully support you financially."

Ye Chong was unaware of everything that happened at Huayi.

He was extremely busy today.

In the morning, I discussed the project with Boss Cao, and in the afternoon, I drove to a coffee shop in Chaoyang.

He found a seat by the window, ordered two lattes, and waited quietly.

Ten minutes later, a woman in a business suit walked into the coffee shop.

She stood tall and had a capable expression; she was none other than General Manager Qin of Volvo China.

Ye Chong stood up, smiling and gesturing, "President Qin, this way please."

Mr. Qin sat down opposite him, and the waiter brought him the latte he had ordered in advance.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, President Qin's beautiful eyes flickered as she looked at the handsome and young Silver Lion director opposite her.

"Mr. Ye, you must have more to say than just that you wanted to have coffee with me, right?" Mr. Qin asked bluntly.

Ye Chong raised an eyebrow and leaned forward slightly: "President Qin is straightforward, so I'll get straight to the point."

"I want Yifei to be the spokesperson for Volvo's latest model."

"who?

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