I'm conquering Hong Kong entertainment with two billion US dollars.

Chapter 67 People's Daily Headline

On June 25th, Tenda Pictures (BJ) Co., Ltd. was officially established.

Yu Dong chose to locate his office on the eleventh floor of the Guomao Center on the East Third Ring Road, a full 500 square meters.

The rent isn't expensive, only 100,000 yuan a month. The renovations haven't been done yet, and the company logo isn't even engraved on the marble countertop at the reception desk, but most of the workstations are already occupied.

The production, distribution, and finance staff recruited from Beijing Film Studio, numbering over a dozen, are already in place, each with folders and freshly unpacked office supplies piled on their desks.

Wang Jinhua's Tengda Brokerage was approved the following day.

The office is also located in the China World Trade Center, but on the seventeenth floor.

The two companies are only six floors apart, and Yu Dong joked with Wang Jinhua that this is called "communication between the top and bottom".

When Lin Dong's car arrived at the bottom of the China World Trade Center, A Qiang got out of the car first, glanced around, and then opened the car door.

Six bodyguards followed him into the lobby. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Yu Dong was already waiting in the corridor on the eleventh floor.

"President Lin." Yu Dong greeted him, holding a newly printed departmental structure chart. "Everyone is here."

Lin Dong smiled and nodded, then followed him inside.

The 500-square-meter space was divided into several areas—the distribution department occupied the largest area, followed by the production department, while the finance and legal departments were crammed into two glass-enclosed cubicles near the window.

When he entered, the people at their workstations almost simultaneously stood up, their manner respectful. Some of them he had seen before at the Beijing Film Studio, while others were unfamiliar faces.

Yu Dong walked on his left, gesturing to each department they passed.

"Seven people in the distribution department, five in the production department, two in the legal department, and three in the finance department all came from Beijing Film Studio. In addition, we have hired a few more ordinary staff members in the past two days."

Lin Dong stopped in front of a workstation and looked at a map showing the distribution of cinemas across the country spread out on the table.

The map shows several provinces circled in red, with the names of contact persons for film companies in each province and city written densely next to them.

The young man standing behind his workstation straightened his back, a hint of pride on his face.

"Did you draw this?" Lin Dong asked.

"Yes." The man nodded. "President Yu asked me to first compile the relationship network of provincial companies across the country."

Lin Dong glanced at Yu Dong.

Yu Dong's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything. This picture was what he had mentioned in the tea room as the "ground troops"—each province spreading out its own distribution network, taking control of its own lifeline.

"There are still quite a few people—" Yu Dong continued walking with him, "still hesitating. But they can wait a little longer; they definitely won't escape."

Lin Dong nodded and casually asked, "When will the location scouting at the film studio begin?"

"Tomorrow," Yu Dong said, his pace quickening. "I've already selected four people from the production department, with one assistant director leading the team. They'll first search around Jingzhou and Chibi in Hubei. If they can't find suitable locations, they'll move upstream."

His eyes were bright when he said that.

A project worth 500 million yuan, the largest film and television city in China—it's only been a few days since Lin Dong first mentioned this project, and he's already assembled a location scouting team.

"You've worked hard. The treatment of those who go out to work should be appropriately improved so as not to dishearten them."

Yu Dong nodded quickly. "President Lin, to be honest, I've worked at the Beijing Film Studio for almost five years, and I've never felt this energetic before."

"Okay, I believe in your abilities!"

Lin Dong patted him on the shoulder and turned to walk out.

Yu Dong escorted him to the elevator, watching the elevator doors close and the numbers jump up one by one.

Just then, a young man brought over a large stack of newspapers.

"Your newspaper!"

"Okay, thank you, just leave it there." The girl at the front desk replied casually, without even looking up.

The company has just been established, and everyone is so busy that they don't have time to read the newspaper!

Meanwhile, Yu Dong returned to his office, sat down in a chair, and rubbed his temples.

The person who was thinking could be discussed further, so he picked up a pen and wrote a few names on a sticky note.

the phone is ringing.

He glanced at the caller ID: Old Ma. The lighting technician, a Golden Rooster Award winner.

Last week, when he went door-to-door in the Beijing Film Studio dormitory area, Lao Ma didn't even look up after hearing his purpose, and simply said, "As long as the studio exists, I exist." His attitude was so firm that there was no room for negotiation.

At this point, they took the initiative to call, but I don't know what their purpose was.

As Yu Dong pondered, he picked up the microphone, but before he could even speak, Lao Ma's voice burst out.

"Yu Dong, your boss is called Lin Dong? Lin Dong from Hong Kong? The Lin Dong who donated over 50 million yuan worth of supplies?"

Yu Dong was stunned for a moment.

Fifty million? Supplies? A piece of the puzzle in his mind was missing, but Old Ma didn't give him time to react.

"Just tell me—yes or no?"

"My boss's name is Lin Dong, he's from Hong Kong, and about the donation..."

"That's it!" Old Ma practically shouted on the other end of the phone, so loud that Yu Dong had to hold the receiver a little further away. "Damn, that's really generous! Do you have any openings at your company? I'll go apply for a leave of absence right now and come work for you!"

Yu Dong gripped the microphone and opened his mouth slightly. "Regarding salary and benefits—"

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"As long as I don't starve!" Old Ma interrupted him again, "I don't care about the money if I work for a boss like this!"

Yu Dong was genuinely confused and quickly stopped the agitated Lao Ma, "Wait, wait, wait, tell me first, what exactly happened?"

"You fucking don't know what your boss is doing?"

"Didn't you fucking see the front page headline in today's People's Daily?"

"Alright, just tell me where your company is now, and I'll head over tomorrow."

"11th floor of the China World Trade Center".

"Snapped!"

The phone hangs up.

Yu Dong stared blankly for a moment, then quickly stood up, strode out of the office and walked to the front desk. "Xiao Yu, has today's newspaper arrived? Let me take a look!"

"Mr. Yu, I'm here!"

Yu Dong took it.

People's Daily. Front page headline in red: "Patriotic Hong Kong businessman Lin Dong donates HK$50 million worth of supplies to support flood control efforts in mainland China."

The following is a subheading: "Supplies cover 15 counties and districts, and the first batch of woven bags and life-saving equipment has arrived in Jiujiang."

The accompanying picture shows several military trucks parked on the embankment, with soldiers in camouflage uniforms unloading goods, and woven bags stacked neatly.

"Hey!"

Yu Dong didn't know why, but suddenly he wanted to laugh, a genuine kind of joy.

"Xiaoyu, tell everyone that it's my treat at Donglaishun tonight."

"Thank you, Mr. Yu!"

"You all better do a good job and don't let our boss, General Manager Lin, down."

On the other side, the elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor. Lin Dong stepped out of the car and paused for a moment.

Wang Jinhua and all the artists in the company waited at the elevator entrance.

Not only her, but also Chen Daoming, Li Binbin, Ren Quan, Hu Jun, and several unfamiliar faces that Lin Dong had never seen before, were standing behind her. They must have been signed by Wang Jinhua before.

Everyone lined up in two rows in the corridor, and the moment the elevator doors opened, all their eyes fell on him.

His eyes held excitement, admiration, and amazement.

Wang Jinhua took a step forward, a smile on her face, "President Lin, you've arrived."

Lin Dong waved his hand. "How long have you been waiting?"

"Not long after," Wang Jinhua turned to the side, "these are all the artists signed to our company!"

Standing to Wang Jinhua's right, Chen Daoming spoke first, "Boss, that's generous!"

Subsequently, Hu Jun, Ren Quan, Li Binbin, and others spoke in turn.

Lin Dong waved his hand. "Let's talk inside."

The office space wasn't large; Wang Jinhua rented 300 square meters, but she specifically reserved the largest office for Lin Dong.

Wang Jinhua led Lin Dong inside, where a tea tray and a purple clay teapot were placed on the coffee table, several rows of artists' files were already placed on the bookshelf against the wall, and a pot of green ivy was placed on the windowsill.

"It's pretty good."

Lin Dong casually praised her and sat down on the sofa. Wang Jinhua and Chen Daoming sat down opposite him, while Li Binbin, Hu Jun, and others stood behind Wang Jinhua.

"President Lin, fifty million worth of supplies—" Wang Jinhua began.

Lin Dong waved his hand, interrupting her. "Let's not talk about that. Let's get down to business."

Wang Jinhua's words were cut off halfway, which made her slightly embarrassed, but she cleverly stopped talking.

"Shanghai Theatre Academy, Central Academy of Drama, Beijing Film Academy—" Lin Dong leaned back on the sofa. "Let's take a look at the promising students currently studying at these schools. If there are any suitable ones, sign a few more to the company."

"It's already underway." Wang Jinhua, being a professional, rattled off the answer readily. "There are quite a few promising students from the classes of '96 and '97. I've been in contact with them one by one, and we'll have results soon."

Lin Dong nodded in satisfaction. Many of the star actors of later generations came from these two generations, so now was the perfect time to make a move.

He casually took a document from A-Qiang and handed it to Wang Jinhua.

Filming will begin in early August. It features two male leads, Andy Lau and Tony Leung. There's also a supporting female character, a psychologist. Her role isn't large, but every scene is crucial.

Wang Jinhua guessed what project it was in an instant: a big-budget production worth 30 million yuan—"Infernal Affairs".

Standing behind Wang Jinhua, Li Binbin was completely frozen. Such resources were undoubtedly very suitable for her, but—

Wang Jinhua hadn't read the script. She understood the meaning behind that sentence—the role was given to her, and she would decide who got it.

You can give it directly to Li Binbin, or use the role as leverage to sign new talent.

"Understood, Mr. Lin. I will select a suitable candidate." Wang Jinhua took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, it's up to you! I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

Lin Dong nodded without lingering. He had come to take a look and then explain the matter.

Today he still needs to meet with Zhang Heping to see the owner of that courtyard house.

P.S.: Here's the third update. Please vote with your monthly tickets; that's all for today. I'm a bit tired, going to bed early.