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"Manager Xiang!"

"Mr. Xiang."

The "big shots" standing nearby all greeted Xiang Nan.

"Okay." Xiang Nan's response was just one word, which seemed like a fantasy to his classmates.

"Eat and drink as you please, from now on we're all family."

"Okay, Mr. Xiang."

After everyone sat down, Xiang Nan went to Yi Fei's left and kicked Zhou Yang's shin.

The latter smirked and yanked on Yifei's arm, saying, "Qianqian, look at him! He's 80 like me!"

Yifei and Xiang Nan remained silent, but Zhu Yawen, standing some distance away, blurted out, "You're so ugly, yet you dream so much. Who else would you dare to sit in that spot?"

"Damn mosquito!" Zhou Yang slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiang Nan gently pushed her away from her seat.

"Hey, you big blockhead, what are you doing? Did I let you sit down?"

Xiang Nan plopped down and grinned at her, "You've got it wrong. You're the one who's bold enough to sit next to me."

"Hmph!" Yifei raised her chin, revealing her refined jawline. "What's wrong with sitting next to you?"

After saying that, she twisted her waist and pouted unconvinced: "Not only will I sit next to you, I'll also twist and move around. I'll sit however I want."

"Xixi!" Liu's mother patted her daughter's thigh and glared at her.

"Ahem!" Yifei stopped and turned to look at Da Mutou, asking, "Hey, what's going on with that table of bosses? Some of them I've never even seen before, and some of them are so young."

Xiang Nan glanced at her fair neck and subconsciously replied, "It cost some money and took some effort to talk to her. You know, I've been making phone calls every single day for the past year."

"So easy?" Yifei looked at him suspiciously. "You don't seem to have any domineering aura. What techniques do you have to recruit so many talented people?"

Xiang Nan rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that if you had memories of your past life, you could also gather a bunch of talented people.

"No special skills involved, just money to get ahead!"

Yifei rolled her eyes at him: "I don't believe it!"

Xiang Nan rolled his eyes again, and Yi Fei returned the favor.

To Xiang Nan's left, Zhu Yawen, who had just been disciplined, chimed in, "Alright, Nan-mei, stop rolling your eyes. Other women are like Xi Shi holding her heart, but your eye roll is like an old ox glaring at you—it's too awful."

"Hahaha!"

Xiang Nan didn't waste any words. He raised his hand and slapped Zhu Yawen, making him puff out his chest. Then he turned to Yi Fei and said, "Alright, alright, I'll explain it to you in detail. First, let me talk about my businesses. The parent company is Xing Nanfei Group. To form a group company, two conditions need to be met..."

Xiang Nan glanced at Liu's mother, who immediately started eating melon seeds and turned her head away when she saw him looking at her.

He smiled to himself and unconsciously raised his voice.

"One condition is that the registered capital is over 50 million."

"Hiss—" Perhaps his voice was a bit too loud, because a few gasps came from his classmates' table.

But in reality, only Zhu Yawen and Zhou Yang heard it.

"The other one has five subsidiaries."

At this point, Xiang Nan started listing things off to Xiaobuding one by one on his fingers: "Xingnanfei Culture Media, the team was built for me by teachers from the Beijing Film Academy, and I personally serve as the general manager. Currently, it mainly has three departments: production department, music department, and editing department."

"Second, Xingnanfei Pictures. I poached Ye Ning from Wanda and gave him two percent of the shares."

Actually, he only gave a general idea: there are gains and losses in everything.

Wanda is just starting to gain momentum. Even though Ye Ning is still a deputy general manager, Xiang Nan poaching him still made Old Wang very anxious. The two have now become enemies.

"Third, Xingnanfei Technology, I can't tell you about its main R&D products."

"Hmph!" Yifei grumbled and turned her head away.

Xiang Nan's lips parted twice, and he reached out to tug at Yi Fei's down jacket sleeve: "Then I'll tell you?"

Yifei turned her head and grumbled, "No, I don't want to hear it, you continue."

Actually, she didn't want to listen at all, nor did she understand, but she liked having Big Wooden Head coax her.

"Uh..." Xiang Nan's face twitched, and he broke off his fourth finger: "Xing Nanfei issued this An Yugang, and he was still poached by paving the way with shares and money."

It took Xiang Nan two years to win over these people, these promising future CEOs who were just beginning to show their talent. It wasn't until the funding was in place and the company structure was established that he was able to recruit them.

"As for the director..." Xiang Nan let out a soft sigh. "A signing bonus of ten million plus one percent of the box office revenue."

"Hiss—" Liu's mother, who was openly eavesdropping, gasped.

Although the mother and daughter lived comfortably, they were not yet in the "tens of millions" range. So, Xiang Nan signed three directors, which would amount to tens of millions?

"Last but not least, Xing Nanfei Animation, this person said you two actually knew each other."

"Huh?" Yifei tilted her head and thought for a while, but still couldn't remember who he was talking about.

Seeing her confusion, a middle-aged woman's voice came from beside Yifei: "Last time I bought a record, the middle-aged man at the Orange Records store, in the end, it was Han Jia who handed him a record."

"Oh!" Yifei suddenly realized.

So the two employees from tonight, the mother and daughter, have met before?

"A record?" Xiang Nan looked at Liu's mother suspiciously. Tian Xiaopeng only said that he knew about it, but Xiang Nan didn't tell him how they knew each other.

Liu Xiaoli shook her head, not explaining the little incident, but kindly brought up another matter: "Xiao Nan, I see that your production company, the production department and the editing department are all... well, young people of eighteen or nineteen years old, you're like this..."

"A few years of training will suffice," Xiang Nan had considered this point.

Bao Jingjing was invited by him, while Han Jianu volunteered.

Although these two are young, they have bright futures, and he would definitely regret not hiring them.

As for being young and inexperienced? Just go and train with Lin Yufen and her two colleagues in the film crew.

Just then, a voice came from outside the door, and the conversation in the room stopped.

"Boss Xiang, your barbecue."

The tent flap was lifted, and two burly men walked in, each carrying a large plate of roasted meat sprinkled with sauce.

"Just put it on the table, we'll bake it ourselves."

"OK."

The two went back and forth several more times, and managed to get twenty cases of beer.

Zhu Yawen opened his mouth wide and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Hey! Are you crazy, Nanmei?"

"Labor and I!" Xiang Nan clenched his fist fiercely, and Zhu Yawen immediately cowered.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Giggle giggle..."

"Alright, alright, let's eat!"

Xiang Nan was saying this to the rest of the company.

I told you today was just a private birthday celebration, but these people insisted on coming, so don't blame me for having a limited menu.

We young people don't care about abalone or lobster; grilled lamb skewers are the perfect choice.

Xiang Nan smiled inwardly, his thoughts drifting away.

(Come on, Sisi, you go first.)

He has been back in China for two months. He has paid off the loan, but because the funds are slow to arrive, the company has only completed one headquarters building so far.

(This big blockhead is a bit unsettled; is he rebellious?)

The land purchase cost 2 million, and the construction of power lines, landmarks, parking lots, fences, and ground leveling alone cost another 2 million.

(Your turn, your turn, use the rim of this cup.)

The headquarters building cost 40 million yuan, and the entire industrial park would cost at least 300 to 400 million yuan. Xiang Nan also has two photography studios to build.

(Pfft... Yangyang, slow down, it's wobbling a bit!)

They only made 480 million in a year, and it feels like it won't take more than a few days to bring this 480 million back!

"It's difficult."

"Is it difficult?"

Xiang Nan realized something was wrong and turned to look at Xiao Pudding. As he turned, the paper cup on his head fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Hey! Don't move!"

Xiang Nan's eyelids twitched, and under Liu's mother's wide eyes, he slowly leaned close to Yi Fei's ear: "Do you remember going to Beijing Film Academy to cancel your leave the year before last?"

Yifei tilted her head, chin raised, and said, "Hmm?"

She didn't know what Xiang Nan wanted to say, but she was Liu Yifei, and she... had no fear!

"If you keep being naughty, I'll make you fly right here!"

Yifei: ...

"Big, big, big..."