Business Closed Loop: Starting with Ringback Tones to Take Down Giants

"Here! Pull the cable from this side!"

Ma Xiaojun was busy running around, his forehead covered in sweat.

Liu Jianjun and Chen Shu silently wiped the large CRT monitor until it shone brightly.

As soon as the computer lights up, the clattering of the keyboard becomes the main melody in the studio.

Jiang Yilei held up his DV camera, the lens sweeping across each focused face: "This is the starting point for future business tycoons; this historical material is priceless!"

Wang Song leaned against the door, watching, and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"From now on, this will be our base. Come here whenever you don't have classes, and we'll provide lunch and dinner."

"Is there a housewarming bonus?"

"right!!"

Seeing the three of them having such a great time, the boss couldn't very well spoil the fun.

He immediately said that he would write 4 words today and then ask Vice President Jiang for them.

The studio is starting to look quite professional, and I got a CD demo from Yao Bei in less than half a minute.

They brought it along, hoping to win over Chang Li, the devilish teacher.

Wang Song did not go to the office to confront the person.

He found out the time of Professor Chang Li's performance segment analysis class, and ten minutes early, he pretended to be a student auditing the class and slipped into the rehearsal hall through the back door.

Wherever you sit, the room is filled with familiar faces from the future.

Wang Song scanned the audience seats.

Bai Baihe seems to be paying quite a bit of attention in class.

She is a master of chick flicks, but her life has been somewhat tragic. She divorced her drug-addicted husband without making it public, and after the "one-finger incident," she was unable to rise again.

Tang Yan, a disgrace to the Central Academy of Drama.

She was born with legs that are "long enough to play" and a mature, sophisticated aura, but she's wasting her talent by playing naive and innocent characters.

See you next Monday! Emblem sat by the window, her eyes fixed on the stage.

He would occasionally give a crooked smile, as if to say that he could act even better than his buddy.

Yes, he did act quite well later on, especially at the apology press conference.

Wang Song's gaze finally settled on the corner.

Yang Shuo doesn't have a beard yet, and he doesn't have that oily, greasy look he later had as Xiao Baozong.

To look like you're thirty at twenty and still look like you're thirty at thirty is a rare gift.

As soon as the bell rang for recess, the students who had been sitting upright just moments before instantly relaxed.

Wang Song naturally walked over to Yang Shuo's side, where there was an empty seat.

Yang Shuo closed his notebook and looked Wang Song up and down: "You're not in our class, are you? You look unfamiliar."

"Director Wang Song, 05." Wang Song extended his hand.

"I came here to audit the class. I heard that Teacher Chang Li is particularly skilled at scolding people, so I came to learn from him."

Yang Shuo was amused by his statement and shook his hand: "02 performance, Yang Shuo, you've come to the right place. Teacher Chang hasn't even given his all today."

The two started chatting.

Wang Song casually mentioned the charity photo shoot he had done recently, and Yang Shuo's eyes lit up:

"Oh! You directed that film? Teacher Chang showed it last week and said, 'Look at this guy, he didn't have many shots, but he conveyed the emotions perfectly.'"

He imitated Chang Li's tone so perfectly that it made Wang Song laugh.

"What do you think?" Wang Song asked.

"That's really good," Yang Shuo said seriously.

"The look in Jiao Huang's eyes when he held the dumplings... I thought about it for a long time afterward. How did he act out that bewildered and affectionate look?"

Once they started talking, they couldn't stop.

Wang Song discovered that Yang Shuo was actually quite talkative, especially when it came to acting.

He mentioned that he is now a junior in college, and Professor Chang Li is very strict, not allowing students to take on outside roles casually, which makes many students in the class feel stifled.

"After the nursery rhyme incident, the department became more cautious," Yang Shuo said in a low voice. "Now, going out to film requires approval from multiple levels of government."

Surprisingly, the rumors turned out to be true.

Wang Song nodded, and casually pulled out the storyboard for "Mother's Waiting" from his bag. "Want to take a look?"

But Yang Shuo's attention was completely focused on the script.

Three minutes later, he looked up and laughed, "Director Wang's new film?? You want me to play his son?"

"right."

"Why are you looking for me?"

Yang Shuo folded the script and handed it back, saying, "There are quite a few people in our class who are more suitable than me."

Wang Song said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Would I come if I hadn't found out clearly?"

"You or the emblem, but he's even more arrogant than me in class, so let's find someone easy to bully."

"So you think I'm easy to bully?" Yang Shuo laughed, not angry at all, but rather finding the man's words quite honest.

"That's not possible."

Wang Song didn't take back the script. "Are you coming or not? Think about it. I'm going to ask Professor Chang for someone after class, but who knows, we might win another award?"

"And the compensation?" Yang Shuo asked practically.

"Travel expenses, basic salary, plus a wrap-up meal."

Wang Song smiled but didn't say anything more, waiting for Yang Shuo to think it over.

"Wang Song, are you so sure I can act well? We've only just started talking today."

Wang Song leaned back in his chair. "I'm not sure how well you can act."

"But I'm sure you or these people need this role right now, and I can give it to you."

Yang Shuo held the thin business card in his hand; it only contained Xianming Studio, an address, and a phone number.

He glanced at the podium, then at the business card. "Looking at it this way, you really are even more arrogant than the emblem."

A first-year directing student, carrying a storyboard that looked quite mature, bypassed the department and came directly to the class to find someone.

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Wang Song grinned: "Whether it's arrogant or not depends on whether it succeeds or not. I'm leaving."

He patted Yang Shuo on the shoulder and turned to walk towards the back door.

Outside the rehearsal hall, the door to the teachers' lounge opened and closed repeatedly.

No one knows what the first-year directing student talked about with Professor Chang Li, who was known for his strictness.

Less than ten minutes later, Wang Song came out.

He nodded casually to Yang Shuo, who was waiting not far away in the corridor, and then went downstairs and left.

A day later, in Professor Chang Li's performance analysis class.

After the practice session ended, Professor Chang's gaze swept around the classroom:

"Wang Song, a student from the Directing Department of Class of 05, has a public service short film project that the school attaches great importance to."

"Yang Shuo, Bai Baihe,"

She called out your names, "You two, come to my office after class. I'll talk to you about the script and the specific requirements."

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then quiet whispers began to circulate.

A few well-informed students exchanged glances; they had heard of the name Wang Song.

A freshman majoring in directing recently won a national award.

But what does this have to do with the performing arts department? How could they directly assign someone to the role?

Most students were simply confused.

"Wang Song? Who's that?"

"The class of 05...weren't they just enrolled?"

"Directly requesting someone by name? When did Teacher Chang become so agreeable?"

The bell rang, and Yang Shuo and Bai Baihe entered Chang Li's office one after the other.

"The school supports this project, the script has a certain foundation, and I will also participate. You guys prepare carefully and don't let us down."

When the two returned to the classroom or dormitory area with their thin scripts, they were immediately surrounded by the curiosity of those waiting for them.

"Tell me quickly! What project? What's going on?" Tang Yan was the first to approach Bai Baihe.

Bai Baihe, barely containing her excitement, said, "It's a public service announcement short film about mothers; the script is incredibly touching!"

"And guess what? Teacher Chang... Teacher Chang is going to make a cameo appearance as the lead actress!"

"Teacher Chang is acting in it himself?" Tang Yan covered her mouth in surprise. "Then this Wang Song... how influential is he?"

"I don't know the specifics," Bai Baihe shook her head, "but Teacher Chang said the school is taking the project quite seriously. Anyway..."

She took a deep breath, clenched her fist, and said, "This is a rare opportunity, we have to do our best and not let the performing arts department down!"

Yang Shuo, surrounded by several other boys, spoke succinctly:

"Yes, I've read the script. It's quite solid, and the director has some good ideas."

Emblem chuckled, its volume just loud enough for those nearby to hear:

"A public service announcement? Teacher Chang really is... mentoring younger generations."

Rumors and inquisitive eyes began to focus more specifically on Wang Song's name.

Yang Shuo is a pragmatic young man.

He ignored the gossip behind him and went to the address on the business card the next day at noon.

Just as I reached the door of the bungalow, I heard a commotion coming from inside:

"Leave some for me. Look at the way you're eating. You're not giving my vice president any face."

"Don't fight over it, there's plenty!"

"Boss, are you sending us on our way? Why are you feeding us such good food?"

What's going on?

Yang Shuo suddenly felt that he had come at the wrong time.