Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

In less than fifteen minutes, Yang Che finished explaining the ideas for the three promotional videos.

Liu Jingmin pondered for a few seconds, then asked very seriously, "Can I interpret this overlay video as a 'GG video'?"

"It's essentially GG, but it doesn't export any ideology. It just shows how friendly ordinary Chinese people are, how much they love sports, and how huge the sports industry consumer group is. It's not only going to be placed in international airports around the world, but also in Times Square, New York."

The point is to show the capital players in the sports world that we have a market and the willingness to open up the market, which will naturally influence the refereeing team.

Liu Jingmin was taken aback: "Times Square in New York? This...is it even possible?"

"It can start from 1978, um... back then, it might not be possible to release GGs from socialist countries."

But it doesn't matter now, as long as I pay. They even upgraded to a super-large screen two months ago. I happened to be in the US then, and I inquired about it. A 20-second display per hour for four weeks costs $50,000. A maximum of three 20-second displays per hour for a four-week package costs $120,000, which is very cheap.

Yu Min, who was taking notes, and Hou Keming, who was listening in, stared in disbelief at Yang Che, who was speaking eloquently.

Yu Min felt that $12 was a very cheap price...

Hou Keming sighed inwardly, thinking, "You're so young and fearless. Why are you so casual when you talk to the leaders? You're so proper when you talk to me."

Liu Jingmin slowly tapped the notebook on the table where he had just been taking notes.

"Please explain the outline of the presentation video again."

Clearly, Vice Chairman Liu was far more interested in Yang Che's propaganda methods than in the content of the promotional video.

Yang Che sighed inwardly, but still began to speak earnestly.

Finally, he blurted out, "Our great nation has its own magnanimity, but sometimes we're too rule-abiding when we're abroad, which actually ties our own hands. Anything not prohibited by law is permissible, and besides, for the judges, video explanations are more intuitive."

Liu Jingmin smiled, made no comment, and simply nodded: "Thank you, I have truly benefited greatly from your advice."

"You flatter me."

Yang Che glanced at Hou Keming as he spoke.

Hou Keming then stood up and took his leave.

Liu Jingmin saw the two to the door, then said, "Xiao Yu, could you see them off for me?"

Afterwards, Liu Jingmin sat back in his office chair, thought for a moment, picked up a pen, and wrote a paragraph on the cover of Yang Che's promotional video proposal.

"This comrade is sharp-minded, bold in thinking and planning, and his ideas are practical and highly implementable. He has a wide range of knowledge and outstanding abilities, and is proposed to be appointed as a committee member..."

At this point, I paused, crossed out the word "committee member," and wrote "external art advisor member..."

When the three of them went downstairs, Yu Min said that the specific plan would have to wait until Director Zhang returned from Germany on the 22nd to discuss it further.

Hou Keming expressed his understanding.

After the three of them went downstairs, Yu Min received a phone call. After responding twice, she said to Hou Keming, "Teacher Hou, the mayor heard that you have arrived and requests that you come over."

Hou Keming felt his back was bent: "Hey, hey, okay, Yang Che, you can go back now."

Yang Che smiled and said, "It's alright, I'll wait for you in the car."

Hou Keming nodded without saying anything more and walked away hurriedly, even faster than Yu Min.

Yu Min turned around, looked at Yang Che who hadn't turned around yet, gave him a playful smile, and then waved.

Yang Che smiled and waved.

After leaving the hotel, looking at the gray sky, I felt quite good. Even Vice Chairman Liu, who was at the vice-ministerial level, didn't use any bureaucratic language.

"Yang Che?"

As soon as they entered the parking lot, Yang Che turned around upon hearing the sound of someone opening the car door. She was a pretty girl, like a budget version of Xu Qing.

She was in her mid-twenties, with straight, center-parted long hair, wearing a brightly colored scarf and bohemian-style clothing; she looked like an artsy young woman who had studied abroad.

"Hello, it's me. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The artsy young woman tilted her head, revealing two dimples: "Don't you remember me?"

Yang Che smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry."

"Liu Xinmo".

Yang Che still couldn't remember: "I'm so sorry..."

At this moment, Liu Xinmo had already walked up to him, raised her hand and lightly punched him, saying coquettishly, "You're so heartbreaking..."

Yang Che frowned and turned slightly to the side: "Excuse me, I have something to do."

Unexpectedly, Liu Xinmo suddenly pounced on him, grabbed him, and started kissing him.

Yang Che jolted awake, tilted his head to hug Zhenjie, and then pushed her away forcefully. Liu Xinmo fell to the ground, shouting, "Yang Che, you can't shirk your responsibility! Otherwise, I'll sue you for rape!"

A sense of unease welled up in Yang Che's heart, and after cursing, he also shouted.

"Are you crazy?! Security guard! Security guard!"

The two security guards at the entrance thought it was a couple fighting, but this was, after all, the Xinqiao Hotel, and the upstairs were full of important people.

One of them jogged over, yelling, "What are you doing? If you want to fight, go outside and fight!"

Suddenly, a bespectacled man in a suit appeared out of nowhere, looking righteous: "Stop! How can you hit a woman?"

Liu Xinmo began to sob on the ground, and it wasn't entirely feigned; she felt as if her tailbone was shattered, and the pain was excruciating...

Yang Che's unease grew stronger, and he took out his phone: "I'm calling the police now. Wait for the police to arrive, and now please shut up."

The bespectacled man glanced at Yang Che with disdain, then looked at Liu Xinmo with a concerned expression: "Are you alright? Can you get up?"

"Ouch, I fell down. Thank you, thank you so much."

Yang Che had already dialed the police: "Hello, I've been the victim of a staged accident in the parking lot of the Xinqiao Hotel. They're falsely accusing me of rape. Please dispatch officers as soon as possible..."

Yang Che didn't notice while he was on the phone that the bespectacled man and Liu Xinmo were exchanging glances and conveying their message.

The security guard, seeing that the police had already been called, was at a loss. He didn't know what to do if he kicked the person out, but he also didn't have the authority to invite the person into the hotel.

Liu Xinmo then began to sob, "Would I, a teacher at the Central Academy of Fine Arts, risk my reputation and future to slander you?"

Yang Che leaned against the car door, looking at her expressionlessly. Upon hearing the words "Central Academy of Fine Arts," he had already considered the possibility.

Liu Xinmo continued, "That day, after you were done, you were afraid I would call the police, so you said you would treat me well. Now that you've made a fortune and gained fame from making movies, are you going to deny it?"

Yang Che smirked: "Don't tell me, tell the police. Rape is a public prosecution case. From the moment you slandered me, this matter has never stopped. You'll carry a criminal record for false accusation for the rest of your life. I'm particularly curious what your backer promised you?"

Liu Xinmo's eyes showed panic, and her face gradually turned pale.

"How could a young woman joke about her innocence! Don't be afraid, he's just putting on a brave face. I can vouch for you; you must believe that the law is just!"

As the bespectacled man snorted coldly, Liu Xinmo's panicked expression gradually faded, and the security guard frowned at Yang Che, his eyes showing disgust.