They surrounded me right after the breakup.

3 p.m., Ritz's Living Room.

As a top hotel in Paris, it is always committed to providing guests with comprehensive and high-quality services.

Naturally, this includes related business activities.

Jiang Han arrived first and sat down on the leather chair next to the small round table.

Wang Jing then came in, without his beautiful model.

He has very traditional views, clearly separating his career from his leisure time, and he never brings women along when discussing serious matters.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

Mathieu brought in a silver-haired Frenchman.

He was around 50 years old, not very tall, slightly overweight, and wearing a light blue shirt and a dark gray casual suit.

Wang Jing greeted him warmly: "Long time no see, old friend!"

He adopted the etiquette of Europeans and Americans and gave them a warm hug.

The scene was truly disgusting to Jiang Han.

"Mr. Jiang, let me introduce you to Gabriel Ferron."

Then he said to the French:

"This is the General Manager Jiang I mentioned to you, the owner of Xingyue Media."

Fei Long reached out and shook hands with Jiang Han.

He first thanked the butler in French, and then sat down opposite Jiang Han.

"I am honored to have met Brother Wang's friends in Paris."

Ferron's English had a heavy accent, but it didn't hinder communication between the two.

After a few polite pleasantries, he got straight to the point.

"Mr. Jiang, I wanted to see you because of a movie called Nezha."

His gaze remained fixed on Jiang Han as he spoke, displaying the keen observation characteristic of an old businessman.

"You watched the film?" Jiang Han asked.

I watched it twice.

"But I must admit, I didn't fully understand it."

"I know nothing about many of the stories in Chinese mythology."

"I just think the pacing is great, and some parts remind me of 'Heaven's Gate,' which I watched when I was younger."

"I am very familiar with the relationship between the boy and his father in the movie."

Wang Jing couldn't help but tease, "Were you also raised by your father's beatings?"

Ferron laughed and said, "That's true of every Frenchman."

Jiang Han cursed inwardly.

Eight out of ten Europeans today can't find their fathers; they can't even get beaten up if they want to.

After the three of them laughed for a while, Ferron returned to the main topic.

"After watching it a second time, I carefully researched the background of the story."

"I understand the meaning of Nezha in Chinese culture."

"But to be honest, it wasn't the story itself that made me decide to do it."

He opened the folder and pulled out several printouts with strings of numbers on them.

"Mr. Jiang, there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's hearts."

"The box office results don't lie; your 'Ne Zha' has made history in terms of performance."

"Therefore, even if I don't fully understand, it must be my own problem."

"So...you want to bring it to Europe?" Jiang Han didn't hide anything.

Ferron nodded: "Let's start by developing the French and surrounding markets."

"France has a fairly mature system. Animated films are not mainstream in art-house cinemas, but they actually have more room to grow."

"I want to start with a small-scale release, in Paris, Lyon, and Marseille, and maybe consider more locations by the end of the year."

"The European animation market has long been dominated by Hollywood and Japan."

"Chinese films occasionally release one or two, but they hardly make a splash."

"The main problem is that our people here didn't take distribution seriously. Viewers can't even see the posters, how can they like it?"

Jiang Han leaned to the side, pulled the form close to his eyes, and quickly scanned it.

"Mr. Ferron, in which direction do you think 'Nezha' should strive?"

"It resonates with the narratives of resistance that are familiar to French audiences."

"We can set aside the emphasis on the Eastern mythology system for now and focus on how a child fights against fate."

"We'll tell the cultural stories later once the first audience members are willing to go to the cinema."

"For Eastern films to enter the market, we can't just rely on a single screening; we need to create an emotional connection with the audience."

"That sounds familiar," Jiang Han said with a smile.

Wang Jing chimed in from the side: "President Jiang, Fei Long is not aggressive in his approach; he sees the market as very stable."

"They were involved in scheduling screenings of the early version of 'Spirited Away' in French cinemas."

Ferron waved his hand: "Back then, I was just a very small partner."

"I can talk to you."

Jiang Han replied almost without hesitation.

"However, I want more than just to sell the film."

"I don't want to sell the copyright cheaply and then have you just put it in one of two small theaters."

"I don't do that kind of thing either," Ferron said seriously.

"Mr. Jiang, I need the materials from China."

"This includes posters, captions, and promotional support."

"We will make Nezha a model for our long-term cooperation."

Jiang Han's eyes held a new seriousness.

He shifted his posture, leaning slightly towards Ferron.

"What is a template?"

"The first 'Ne Zha' was a trial run. We shared the responsibility for publicity and distribution, but I took the lead."

"If it performs well, we will have a reason to promote your 'The Wandering Earth' in mainstream theaters."

"Science fiction is more readily accepted in Europe, but a decent French trailer and dubbed clips must be produced."

"I think you should finish making Nezha first," Wang Jing suggested at the opportune moment.

"President Jiang, you happen to have this film on hand. It's finished its domestic run, so it wouldn't hurt to give it a try in the overseas market."

"I'm fine," Jiang Han finally agreed.

"But you need to give me a clear, actionable timeline."

"I won't make a decision on the spot just because I'm in Paris."

Ferron smiled and pulled a piece of paper from the bottom of the folder:

"I've made a rough plan, you can refer to it."

Jiang Han took the paper and read it line by line.

The content is very simple, with the person in charge and the deadline clearly marked in each section.

It's clear that the other party really takes this matter to heart.

Jianghan looked up at Wangjing.

The other person winked at him, as if to say, "See? I told you it was reliable."

"Okay." Jiang Han put the paper away.

"When I get back to China, I'll have my company team connect with you."

Ferron's eyes lit up, and he nodded in agreement.

His wrinkles deepened when he smiled, but he lacked the shrewdness of a businessman.

Instead, they seem like old-fashioned distributors who came out of an old movie theater.

The three then chatted for a while about the French film censorship and distribution process.

Before parting, Fei Long pushed his handwritten business card in front of Jiang Han.

There was no title, only a name and phone number were printed on it.

"If you have the chance, Mr. Jiang is welcome to visit my office, which is very close to the Seine."

Jiang Han stood up and shook hands with Fei Long.

"There is a chance."

After Fei Long left, Wang Jing lazily nestled on the sofa, picked up a cookie, and asked while chewing it.

"How about it, isn't the Frenchman interesting?"

"Brother Wang, you must have made a lot of money working with him before, right?"

Jiang Han knew perfectly well that Wang Jing was a businessman through and through.

Making movies and music has always been about prioritizing making money.

If he considers a foreigner reliable, the collaboration must go very smoothly.

Wang Jing laughed and said, "Just a little bit, not even enough to fill President Jiang's teeth."

"If you get things done, don't forget to send me a red envelope, haha!"

Jiang Han's trip to Paris brought an unexpected surprise.

Hard work pays off.

Who says effort in bed doesn't count?