Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

"This shouldn't be the case. Didn't Huanzhu 2 sell for more than 50 yuan per episode?"

Fan Xiaotian was silent for three seconds before saying, "Yang Che, I called you to ask you to come to Jinling the day after tomorrow. At least fifteen TV stations will be there. You're a master at selling DVDs, aren't you? You can sell so many to the Japanese."

Yang Che's first reaction was, "Damn it, I don't even have a single TV drama producer under my command. Otherwise, I could have gotten to know the people who buy TV dramas from various TV stations."

"Yes, I'll definitely go."

"Um... okay, thank you."

Fan Xiaotian ultimately didn't mention the shares; he simply couldn't bring himself to say it. Although... but... after all, Yang Che had offered timely help and even helped him regain his confidence.

He thought to himself, "I'll personally make up that 5%."

Thinking about it this way, Fan Xiaotian immediately felt better.

Many people have this mentality, but most of them are just deceiving themselves.

When you actively choose to suffer a loss, your subconscious makes you feel "I have a choice," and then you further comfort yourself with "I am a magnanimous person," which generates a sense of moral satisfaction and inner control, and the negative emotions brought about by the loss are reduced.

That's actually not so bad. The real danger is that people brainwash themselves into thinking "this is my strategic concession" or "growth investment," which directly transforms into a positive narrative and leads to huge wins.

The ruling class understands this psychology very well, so they always teach you that suffering a loss is a blessing.

If someone were to tell Yang Che now that suffering a loss is a blessing, he would definitely wish that person boundless happiness!

Unless you have all the choices and initiative, and your contribution is charity or equality, then you can accept the "loss".

Yang Che has already decided to withdraw his 5%, but he certainly won't say it now. He needs to meet with Fan Xiaotian first, and he will submit an agreement with the revised shareholding ratio.

Yang Che isn't a scheming person; he's simply handling matters with clear boundaries. Only by doing so can he be taken seriously.

People often don't cherish what they get easily; they value what they acquire through effort—this applies to love, friendship, and workplace partnerships.

And once you've decided to do something, or something you can't refuse, then be decisive and thorough.

Yang Che glanced out the car window; the car had arrived in Zengcheng, and construction was underway everywhere. He couldn't help but smile.

Of all the cities in the country, his favorite is Guangzhou, because he feels no alienation here. Whether you are rich or poor, you can live well here.

Meanwhile, Wang Fei, who was in his villa in the port city, was staring blankly at a letter.

"I originally intended to just leave, like having a beautiful dream."

When I reached the door, my heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if to make up for the extra beat I had when I first saw you.

Then I really wanted to talk to you, so I went back upstairs.

Come to think of it, I haven't said more than a few words to you. You moaned more in bed than we talked.

We don't need to say anything further; we're quite in sync. This isn't just about things in bed.

You said I was shameless before you went to bed last night, but actually it's because I don't feel like a stranger to you. After all, people you like at first sight tend to like for a long time.

Let me clarify, this wasn't in Beijing recently, but rather five years ago in a video arcade in Longcheng (Chongqing). I saw "Chungking Express" then, and at that moment, my heart skipped a beat.

So I am quite proud, after all, you were my dream when I was young.

I paused for a long, long time before deciding to stop writing. The less I write, the less you'll have to think.

Please contact me if you would like.

If you don't contact me, then let it be. To be honest, I miss you terribly right now, but I can control myself. Yes.

Wang Fei finally put down the love letter he had written in a very scattered style, smiled with his lips pursed, picked up the lyrics and music of a song called "Legend", looked at it, thought about his a cappella performance in the bar, and parted his thin lips slightly.

I'd rather believe we had a promise in our past lives / Our love story in this life will never change / I'd rather spend this lifetime waiting for you to discover / That I've always been by your side, never far away.

After singing a few lines, Tongtong, who was playing nearby, turned around, smiled, and clapped her little hands repeatedly.

Wang Fei was charmed by his daughter's cuteness. He put down his music score, squatted down, and hugged her.

She then contacted Chan Ka-ying.

"Mom, Yang Che wrote another song, and I really like it. Yeah, it has both lyrics and music. Didn't you say before that you bought out the rights to 'Fleeting Years'? Let's include this one too."

So, as Yang Che stood on the construction site of Yangcheng East Railway Station, gazing at the distant skyscrapers, he received a call from Chen Jiaying about the two songs. She sincerely said that "Legend" was very well written, and then said, "The licensing fee for the two songs is 10 yuan, and the lyrics and music royalties are 15%. The royalties for 'Fleeting Years' have not been distributed yet, so we need to wait."

Yang Che wasn't sure what Wang Fei meant—not a one-time buyout, but a long-term revenue-sharing relationship?

Of course, he couldn't tell Chen Jiaying any of his doubts, so he just smiled and responded.

Chen Jiaying was filled with mixed feelings. The royalties were 15%, the top share, and Yang Che seemed not to care at all. Well, he really didn't care much.

So he asked, "A-Che, are you and A-Fei dating?"

Yang Che paused for a moment: "I don't know."

"You have a girlfriend, right?"

"Yes, I won't break up."

"Well..."

Yang Che smiled and asked, "Jiaying, is Wang Fei happy today?"

"I'm in a good mood and doing well. Don't worry, I won't interfere, I just need to know."

"I understand."

"Goodbye then. By the way, Fei said he'll be back in Beijing for a while before going to Japan for the 'Asian Grand Prize,' around November 20th."

"Thanks."

Yang Che sighed. No wonder he's an older generation of Hong Kong people; his thinking is very traditional.

Chen Jiaying's attitude actually reflects the attitude of some of Wang Fei's friends. Perhaps if Dou Wei had continued to pressure Gao Yuan, the divorce wouldn't have happened. And this guy, you know, your wife's going to a concert, and you insist on bringing your mistress...

Yang Che pulled his suitcase out of the station, and surprisingly, it wasn't as chaotic as he had imagined Guangzhou Railway Station to be. Well, this was the East Station, with plenty of police and security personnel.

"Brother Che, over here, over here."

Outside the roadblock at the station exit, a little girl was waving and shouting happily, like a flea.

It was Li Yue, Fan Bingbing's assistant.

As she approached, the little girl reached out to take Yang Che's suitcase.

"You just lead the way, where's the car?"

"It's not far ahead, a little closer than the parking lot."

However, Fan Bingbing hired a Mercedes-Benz, along with a driver, to pick up her boyfriend.

Well, it wasn't the film crew, since Fan Bingbing didn't say anything.