Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Han Sanping nodded and said he would arrange to try contacting them, then he said quite naturally:

"You just said that as long as the relationship between China Film Group and local companies remains one of administrative subordination, it will be difficult to arrange screenings at the same time. Have you thought of any good ways to get the local companies to accept this arrangement?"

Yang Che's face turned green, but he didn't say a word, just looked speechless with embarrassment. His expression seemed to say, "You're asking me this question? Who do you think I am? How would I know?"

Han Sanping also realized what had happened. How could he have blurted it out? He immediately coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment: "You're quick-witted, I was just asking casually."

Yang Che chuckled twice, pretended to cover his pocket, and then looked apologetic.

"Mr. Han, I'm sorry to have bothered you for so long, I have an appointment..."

"You're busy, go about your business."

Han Sanping warmly escorted Yang Che to the door, adding a few words of advice: "Come find me if you encounter any difficulties..."

After reaching the stairs, Yang Che's smile vanished. He shook his head and sighed, realizing he was still too timid.

In fact, all it takes to get local cinemas to obey is to "rely on foreign powers."

Uh... basically, whoever didn't comply with the reforms would be denied access to imported film copies. This tactic was used in 2001, and it was officially announced. And then, China had cinema chains.

Yang Che dared not speak, for fear of being mistaken for Chao Cuo... ptooey, for a villain who offered slanderous advice.

Han Sanping watched Yang Che get into the Grand Cherokee from the second floor and then laughed.

"This guy isn't a greenhorn, he's a seasoned veteran. Yu Dong was right, this guy's incredibly confident."

After muttering to himself for a while, he returned to his desk and dialed Tong Gang, the former deputy director of Xi'an Film Studio and now the chairman and general manager of China Film Group Corporation.

After explaining, Han Sanping concluded, "...So, let's just cut off the import of the film copies."

"Hehe, it's not impossible, but we have to wait until the negotiations have a result."

"Won't it cause any problems?"

"How can it not have an impact?"

"Too."

"....."

Clearly, there are many intelligent people in this world.

Yang Che also thought he was very smart. After getting into the car, he looked like he was overworking his brain and naturally lay down on Xiao Pang's lap, feeling very comfortable.

Little Fatty was also very happy, showing no trace of her previous sullenness. She gently rubbed his head and said sweetly, "My boyfriend is so amazing. The movie has received attention from all sides even before it has been released."

This is what a virtuous and gentle wife looks like!

"It's more accurate to say that this place is 'favored' rather than 'valued'."

Why are you correcting me now? Ugh!

Yang Che opened his eyes: "Let's test whether you're genuinely happy or just pretending to be happy to make me happy."

Fan Bingbing blinked: "What were the test results?"

"You're pretending to be happy to cheer me up, but you're not really pretending. Sigh! My Bingbing isn't a girl anymore; she's a woman who knows how to care for others."

Fan Bingbing pouted: "Don't you know why I'm not a girl?"

Li Xiangdong, who was driving, gripped the steering wheel tightly, wishing he could go deaf.

Yang Che raised his hand and touched her face: "I'm really tired. Let's not talk about this today, okay?"

Li Xiangdong gritted his teeth. He felt he had no professional ethics and was ashamed.

Fan Bingbing pouted and said somewhat reluctantly, "As long as she doesn't bother me, I won't cause her any trouble."

After Xiao Pang finished speaking, he sniffed again. The helplessness he felt in his heart was different from what he said aloud. He felt very sad and confused. How did things turn out like this? But it seemed like there was nothing he could do.

Yang Che felt something, sat up, put his arm around her, and kissed her.

Li Xiangdong felt even more ashamed. He kept examining himself in his heart, wondering how he could have misunderstood his boss.

After arriving in Anzhenli, Yang Che let Li Xiangdong leave work. He and Fan Bingbing ate big plate chicken at a Xinjiang restaurant. The taste was pretty good, the noodles were very chewy, and the potatoes were very soft and fragrant.

During the meal, Yang Che called Yu Dong, explained the situation, and then complained, "You're so loyal to your boss, you tell him everything."

Yu Dong hesitated, then said, "Uh... I wasn't thinking about it..."

"I know, so you want me to get in touch with the leaders. I appreciate your help, brother. It's fine, you decide what's appropriate and do whatever suits you."

"Understood, we'll take it one step at a time."

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

.......

After eating, we went home.

While Fan Bingbing was packing her luggage, Yang Che took out his phone, brought up Gao Yuanyuan's contact interface, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't dial.

Watching Fan Bingbing keep throwing her clothes into the washing machine, Yang Che felt his mouth getting drier and drier, so he went over to her.

"Wait a minute."

"Okay, I'll do the laundry later."

"Hmm~ No, let's wash it first, then it'll be ready to air dry when we're done."

Yang Che couldn't hold back any longer: "Fan Bingbing, you're really spoiling the fun."

Upon hearing this, Fan Bingbing wiggled her hips.

"hiss."

Yang Che gasped.

Fan Bingbing turned around, smugly pouting, and then started laughing.

Then, they both compromised with each other; she didn't make him wait, and he didn't make her wait.

As she staggered towards the bedroom, Fan Bingbing suddenly turned back and asked, "Brother, won't we get cross-infection?"

Yang Che felt a vein throb in his head, but he steadied himself and said, "What are you thinking? I took a shower after my morning exercise."

"Hmm...it seems dangerous today."

"I know, it's in the bedside table."

"Huh? What's going on? Ouch..."

As if realizing something, Fan Bingbing turned around and snorted twice in annoyance.

Yang Che said helplessly, "You're the one who brought this up."

Fan Bingbing didn't interrupt again. After a while, she hugged him tightly and cried.

Clearly, the events of the day hadn't passed so easily; the emotions remained high.

Yang Che simply comforted her in a soft voice.

After an unknown amount of time, Fan Bingbing, having calmed down, went to hang up the laundry, while Yang Che drew storyboards at the dining table.

There's no other way, I have to fly to Zhuhai tomorrow.

Fan Bingbing, resting her chin on her hand, looked a little annoyed: "Do we really have to go to Zhuhai?"

Yang Che put down his pen: "We finally managed to get in touch with Wang Fei, we can't let that fall through. I was even thinking of having her make an appearance when our movie is released."

Fan Bingbing snorted twice: "Don't get any other ideas."

Yang Che was shocked: "Fan Bingbing, what are you thinking? I may be pretty awesome, but do you really think someone would be interested in me? Besides, don't you know what my taste is like?"

Fan Bingbing nodded subconsciously. Yes, although she still disliked Gao Yuanyuan, she had to admit that Gao Yuanyuan was really good-looking.

But she still snorted twice: "You're so great, you're perfect, you're incredibly charming, how come she doesn't like you? Besides, she only likes talented men, especially musical ones. Damn, the more you talk about it, the more worried I get. You need to tone it down a bit, you can't just flaunt your charm everywhere."

Yang Che was speechless for a moment, then shook his head and continued writing.

Fan Bingbing said thoughtfully, "It seems like that jerk... it's not so bad to be with him, pshaw."