Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Zhang Mei glanced at Yang Che, then looked at her daughter earnestly and said, "If you find any promising talents, recommend them to the production team. Auditions, special appearances, or internships—any opportunity to join a production is fine. Don't worry about it. Just use your name; we'll recommend you if there are any good prospects."

Fan Bingbing felt a little wronged. As soon as she heard it, she felt that this matter was inappropriate, but she didn't know how to refuse, so she looked at Yang Che again.

Zhang Mei then looked at Yang Che: "Little Yang, your uncle often says you have a great business sense and are very thoughtful. Tell me, what do you think of this school + film company plan?"

Yang Che was very annoyed and asked me what I was doing. He replied, "You guys do your thing. If you lose money and something goes wrong, I'll play the good guy."

However, seeing the little fat boy's confused and helpless eyes, Yang Che felt heartbroken, almost to the point of despair.

Everyone talks about how amazing Tianxian's mother is, but she didn't use her daughter's reputation to make money. She just protected her all the way, even with almost cold-blooded control, and even though she did many things that violated industry rules.

This guy, now that Little Fatty has just started to show some improvement, can't wait any longer.

So Yang Che slowly began, "Uncle, Aunt, although I studied art education, I don't really know much about running a school. But I do know that China's film and television industry will have a bright future..."

Zhang Mei was delighted: "I think so too."

Fan Bingbing lowered her head and started eating.

Yang Che opened his mouth: "Auntie, what I want to say is that as the market becomes more prosperous, Bingbing's personal brand will become more and more valuable. Just like how we can't go public with our relationship, we can't let other factors interfere with her personal brand."

Zhang Mei and Fan Tao's smiles froze on their faces.

Yang Che ignored all that and continued, "With so many students in this school, there will be a lot of things to do. And since they are teenagers, they will inevitably encounter all sorts of things. If anything happens, it will weaken the Fan Bingbing brand."

Let me do the math for you. If we charge 20,000 per student per year, even if we only recruit 100 students a year, it would only cost 2 million, which is enough to cover all the students recruited by the performing arts departments of the three major art schools.

Bingbing, how much does she earn from just one endorsement? Her film and television fees are over a million.

As for the talent agency you mentioned, once Bingbing can organize her own agency, she can just sign with the three major art academies. It would be much better to let these professional institutions train our talent.

What do you think?

Zhang Meiqiang chuckled and said, "Let me think about it some more."

Fan Tao's face fell, clearly showing his dissatisfaction.

This is quite normal. It's the daughter's boyfriend's first visit, and he speaks so bluntly. Putting aside the facts, whose face is he slapping?

"Mom, that's just how Yang Che talks..."

Zhang Mei's voice suddenly rose: "I know!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake and quickly tried to cover it up: "That's great, haha, and what you said makes a lot of sense."

Fan Bingbing was almost in tears.

Yang Che pinched her leg under the table, smiled and said, "Uncle, Aunt, please forgive me. I'm used to talking to my parents like this at home. My dad always says I'm disrespectful."

Zhang Mei and Fan Tao were speechless after hearing those words.

What are you saying? That Yang Che has no manners? Can a family with no manners raise a child like that?

At that moment, the elderly couple thought to themselves: perhaps their method of educating Fan Bingbing, which involved hitting and scolding, was wrong, and that Yang Che's foreign-style happy education was the right one, without suppressing his nature.

Of course, they speak without mincing words.

Hmm, I'll have to send my son abroad sometime.

The meal was uneventful, and we didn't talk about business anymore.

Yang Che didn't offer any suggestions about starting a business from beginning to end, since the other party didn't ask again. Of course, even if they had asked, Yang Che wouldn't have said anything now.

Well, he did look down on Fan Bingbing's parents, especially compared to Gao Yuanyuan's parents, whom he had never met.

After the meal, Fan Bingbing didn't stay long. She made up an excuse that she had to go to the company and left with Yang Che. She felt very embarrassed and started sniffling as soon as she stepped out the door.

After remaining silent until getting into the car, Fan Bingbing pouted and said, "Brother, don't look down on me."

"How could that be? You're so adorable."

Yang Che squeezed her hand: "Bingbing, people can't choose their family. Understanding and respect between close relatives are rare and precious. Blood ties are destined to bring endless conflicts, but also endless tolerance."

Fan Bingbing took a few seconds to react before asking, "You too?"

Yang Che smiled and said, "Me too."

We once longed to run, to grow wildly, to go without looking back.

When people reach middle age and look back, they will find that their bloodline is still there, and everything they once fled has become a mirror, in which they see themselves as both familiar and strange.

At that moment, we will understand our parents, but time will not understand us.

Yang Che felt a pang of sadness for a moment.

"Bingbing, beauty, cosmetics, and weight loss are all rapidly developing industries. South Korea is developing very quickly in this area. During the celebration banquet, I'll talk to Zheng Bingyuan and ask him for help. We'll also go to South Korea to investigate and see if we can get an agency or something."

My aunt and uncle can't stay idle; they always need to do something.

Fan Bingbing burst into tears immediately.

...........

In the evening, Gao Yuanyuan came home from school and was stunned as soon as she entered the door.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you say he'd be here for the past two days?"

Fan Bingbing pouted: "What's with that expression? We're going to Longcheng first thing tomorrow morning, I don't want the hassle."

Gao Yuanyuan looked at her boyfriend coming out of the kitchen, her emotions running high: "If she comes to my bedroom today, I'm moving back to school tomorrow."

Yang Che said in a serious tone, "You two sleep in the bedroom, and I'll sleep on the daybed."

"No!"

Fan Bingbing gritted her teeth: "I'll leave after I finish eating, okay?"

Gao Yuanyuan remained silent and went back to her bedroom on her own.

Now that things have come to this, she no longer dislikes Fan Bingbing; she is simply more ashamed than angry.

I was changing into my pajamas when the door opened. I turned around and couldn't help but snort.

Yang Che stepped forward and reached out to help unbutton her clothes. Without making any further moves, he said softly, "Bingbing suffered a lot of grievances at her parents' place today. Let me tell you... she cried terribly after she came out."

When Gao Yuanyuan heard the words "Fan Bingbing Art Academy," she was utterly incredulous, feeling both amused and sympathetic.

"Why does she cry so much? Why don't you go to her place after you finish eating?"

"No, I still want to be intimate with you."

"Get out of here."

Gao Yuanyuan didn't say anything more to him and went straight out of the bedroom.