HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

1 month 15 day.

Money really does pave the way. In this era where internet companies have a single profit model, no one will go against money.

What was trending yesterday was removed from Sina and Tianya forums that same evening.

No matter how much the people behind the scenes mobilize online trolls, the code is blocked by the internet company, and they can't get back on the trending topics list.

At nine o'clock that morning, Xiang Nan still did not issue any statement and went to the studio alone to deal with the lawyer's letter.

Xing Nanfei Studio is located in an office building on the East Fourth Ring Road in Chaoyang District.

He took the elevator to the fourth floor, and as the elevator doors opened with a ding, a sense of emptiness welled up inside him.

The apartment is quite large, but only two or three people walk around. My own office at the end of the corridor has not been visited for a long time.

"Manager Xiang?"

"Um."

"Hello, Mr. Xiang."

"Hello there."

He opened the door in a few steps, and there were already several people waiting inside.

"Brother Xiang!"

"Mr. Xiang."

Xiang Nan patted the bespectacled man's shoulder warmly, his tone unusually gentle: "This time, it's all up to you. Like I said, I'll try my best not to cause you any trouble. You can spend your free time at the university or the company, whichever you prefer."

Luo Xiang adjusted his glasses, his tone gentle yet his words arrogant: "Don't worry, Mr. Xiang, it's just a couple of Zhang Sans."

Xiang Nan smiled and gestured for the three of them to sit down on the circular sofa.

Feng Man poured tea for the three of them, and then Xiang Nan looked at the last person, a young man in a gold-rimmed glasses and a suit.

"Muyang, thanks to you for taking care of things at the studio."

Mu Yang adjusted his glasses, a serious glint in his eyes behind the lenses: "President Xiang, this is all I should do. Regarding the task you assigned me, I have preliminarily identified a plot of land. Please take a look."

As he spoke, he took out a document from the folder he carried with him, spread it on the coffee table, and began to introduce and explain it.

"Fengxiang Science and Technology Development Zone in YS Town, HR District, is located between Huairou and Shunyi, covering an area of ​​5 square meters, or about 75 acres. And because it is a state-owned development zone, we can continue to expand the land after winning the bid."

As he spoke, Mu Yang looked up at Xiang Nan and, seeing that he was still listening attentively, continued meticulously, "It is 45 kilometers from downtown Beijing and 25 kilometers from the Capital Airport. There are many major transportation routes nearby, and because of its special location, it has great potential for appreciation in the future."

Appreciation? I didn't buy the land for real estate.

Xiang Nan's brow relaxed, and he changed the subject: "How much would it cost?"

"Hmm..." Mu Yang adjusted his glasses and pulled out the second paper document: "If we go for the industrial building area... the base price is 350 yuan per square meter, the land transfer fee is 1600 million yuan, the leveling fee, access fee and procedures are about 80 yuan, and the total budget is within 1800 million yuan."

"Eighteen million..."

Xiang Nan muttered something, then looked up at Mu Yang again: "What about the construction costs for the park?"

Mu Yang pulled out another stack of A4 papers, "Office buildings, staff dormitories, photography studios, warehouses, plus the above-ground buildings you plan to construct later..."

"Let's not talk about the plans for now."

"Okay." Mu Yang searched for a while and then gave Xiang Nan a number.

The latter immediately fell silent upon hearing this.

After a long while, he stood up and waved to the group: "Alright, everyone disperse, let's put this aside for now."

"Yes, Mr. Xiang."

"No problem, Mr. Xiang."

After the others left, Xiang Nan lay down on his office chair, put his hands behind his head, stared at the ceiling, and began to drift off into thought.

I thought I could make some money with the album and turn the business upside down, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult.

The land cost 18 million, the industrial zone only cost 40 million, but the supporting facilities for the photography studio cost hundreds of millions.

No wonder China Film Group spent two billion in their previous life to build sixteen film studios. How could they not spend money?

You can't take too big a step, or you might tear your balls!

After receiving the money from the album, the first thing they did was buy stocks. It was indeed a waste of talent to have Mu Yang, an investment whiz, as an accountant!

Shouldn't we also make use of ringback tones?

"Click—"

Just as he was lost in thought, the door opened again, and Feng Man rushed in: "Brother Nan, something terrible has happened! That person is holding a press conference at the Chaoyang Times Hotel, saying he's going to publicly criticize you!"

"What?"

Xiang Nan frowned deeply.

Is this person taking advantage of him because he's easy to bully?

He got up, grabbed his car keys, and left.

"Brother Nan?"

"Walk."

The two left the house and sped off, arriving at the Times Hotel before 10 o'clock.

"Bang—"

After closing the car door, Xiang Nan was about to head to the hotel.

"Hey? Brother Nan!" Feng Man quickly grabbed him. "Brother Nan, what are you doing? Don't be impulsive! If you really do something to him, wouldn't that just be giving him what he wants?"

Xiang Nan slowly shook his head and smiled slightly at Feng Man: "Don't worry, I won't beat him up."

"Scolding him won't help!"

Feng Man's advice ultimately had no effect, and Xiang Nan arrived at the hotel entrance in just a few steps.

When he arrived at the conference hall on the fourth floor where the press conference was to be held, Xiang Nan simply pushed the door open.

"That guy who sang 'Who Married the Sentimental You!'" (...)

A clear voice rang out, even drowning out the microphone on the stage. The reporters turned around in astonishment, and a tall figure was walking slowly towards them from the doorway.

"It's Xiang Nan!"

Holy crap!

"What are you going to do?"

"What is he doing here?"

Xiang Nan raised his chin slightly and walked towards the stage. Reporters along the way, carrying their cameras and microphones, moved aside to make way for him.

"Click click click—"

Although my friend gave the reporters a lot of money to "grease the wheels".

But now the real deal is here... How can fake news compare to real news? Do you think I value your paltry sums?

"You!" The short guy never expected that Xiang Nan would come to his door directly.

Could it be that he couldn't take it anymore and wanted to be true to me?

The thought that Xiang Nan was still just a child made him even more certain of this!

Is he here to beat me up?

Under the flashing lights, Xiang Nan walked step by step onto the stage and behind the lectern.

"His belly isn't as big as mine!" the short guy thought to himself.

"You, you, what do you want to do?" The short man turned to look at the crowd, his confidence returning. "There are so many people here, are you going to start a fight? So the rumors about you hitting someone before are true?"

After saying that, he pointed at Xiang Nan, turned to the reporters, and said aggrievedly, "You all saw it? He couldn't plagiarize, so he tried to commit murder."

"Come on!" Xiang Nan finally spoke up. If he didn't speak up, this fatso would put on a one-man show.

"Click click click..."

The camera then focused on Xiang Nan.

On camera, Xiang Nan's face was expressionless, neither sad nor happy, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but every word he uttered was like a morning bell and evening drum, striking everyone's ears.

"Right here, on camera, we'll write songs on the spot. Whoever chickens out is a coward!"