this man is not calm

Chapter 15
Unlike the previous meeting where he was a little haggard, Sun Daqi's complexion undoubtedly improved a lot today.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Yang Qi, an engineer who occasionally echoed a few words, turned on the laptop, connected it to the Internet cable, opened the "Yellow Pages" interface, and clicked on the hyperlink to enter the company introduction link.

Jin Shang took it and checked it back and forth with the mouse several times, but found nothing new, and it was not much different from other advertised companies.

On the Northern United Football Club page, in addition to the introduction and annual public information, there are only phone numbers from the general manager's office and the recruitment brochure for the youth training camp that may not be able to get through.

In the company classification, it was labeled as "Sports Football". In this category, only Northern United was involved.

It can be regarded as a little bit of kindness from Lao Sun, just like going to the bank to deposit money and giving a pot of oil, it is better than nothing.

The advertisement page of Jinxi Culture is much richer, covering everything from the company's business scope, main business, business cooperation and personnel recruitment.

"Old Sun, be careful."

Compared with the pages of other companies, it is obvious that there is a big difference in the degree of sophistication.

"Wherever it is, it is what we should do to provide customers with satisfactory services."

Normal business cooperation, Party A's feedback was good, Sun Daqi and Yang Qi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In the booming Internet industry, it is really not easy to find a high-quality customer.

Most of the young people who are really interested in the illusory online world and still have a little understanding are either enjoying their youth in school, or they are mixed at the grassroots level of various units and enterprises, and have almost no right to speak.

There are too few second-generation "turtles" like Jin Shang whose parents and grandparents formed a company to practice their skills at a young age.

What's even more rare is that Jin Shang is still a special case of a "prodigal" with a very different posture. At least for now, the grass-roots team will not collapse for a while.

Next, Jin Shang opened the official website of the club and the official website of the cultural company.

Unlike the secondary pages mounted under the "Yellow Pages", the official website that belongs to itself is obviously much more complicated.

Today's browsers are still quite primitive, and they can only write some simple page information for the time being, so the degree of shabbyness can be imagined.

In Jin Shang's eyes, it was a text forum divided into several large sections.

Down the homepage of the football club, the most eye-catching sections are "Latest News", "Schedule and Results", "Scoreboard", "Related Policies", "Interactive Messages", "Other Sports", "Local Events", etc. The remaining corners and corners that fill in the blanks are nothing to look at.

Generally speaking, the amount of information is quite rich, and the updates are relatively timely.

The main business of Jinxi Culture is similar, that is, the amount of information is larger and the scope of coverage is wider.

Limited by the technical level of software and hardware, no matter how good an idea is, it has to rot in the stomach first.

"That's it, first solve the problem of yes or no, and then solve the problem of whether it is good or not."

After setting the tone for this negotiation, Jin Shang said to Sun Daqi,
"Huang Yiyi from our company, have you met her before? If there is any need in the future, I will let her contact your company."

"In that case, I don't know the follow-up payment..."

"Sixty percent of the commission will be credited to the account by the end of next week. After three months of agency service, another [-] percent will be paid, and the rest will be settled before the end of the year."

"Xiao Jin is always refreshing! If everyone keeps their promises like your company, there won't be so many troubles."

"Small company, if you don't pay attention to credibility, no one will play with me in the future."

Jin Shang, who was joking and laughing, responded half-truthfully.

Seeing that the Internet cafe business is making a lot of money, I have ample money, and I don't need a card to pay the money I have to pay sooner or later.

After temporarily closing the matter, Jin Shang skillfully logged into the administrator account, entered the background, and edited a newsletter.

"Throw a million dollars to help upgrade!"

"According to a well-informed source who did not want to be named: Kim Sang, the son of the club owner, raves about spending huge sums of money to bring in reinforcements, and promises to bring the team back to where it should be within three years."

After checking it and finding no typos, click send.

Half a minute later, some lucky fan who was surfing the Internet saw the news and couldn't help shouting excitedly, attracting a group of people around to watch.

Sun Daqi, who watched Jin Shang's actions from beginning to end, looked at the noisy online communication area not far away, and then turned to look at the old and comfortable Xiao Jin.

"I finally understand what timeliness is. Even if it is published in today's evening paper, it may not have such a big momentum."

"When you are in a group, you must pay special attention to emotional value. Competitive sports is a field that requires passion and venting. Football clubs are not worth a lot of money. The real value lies in these surprised fans."

What Jin Shang didn't say is that there is another field that is even worse than the enthusiasm and persistence of competitive sports, and that is the entertainment industry, which is also just on the fast track of development.

In terms of attracting attention, the influence of the traffic stars in the Dacheng period is far from being comparable to that of the relatively closed football circle.

Now, half a catty is right, at least football players are a relatively decent profession, and entertainment stars are still being splinted by the double public opinion of business and art.

……

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the game ended, and the Beijing Northern United football team ushered in a hearty victory. The score of [-] to [-] was enough to satisfy the high-spirited home fans.

Just after halftime in the second half, Sun Daqi left in a hurry. Li Xuan was preparing for the final graduation defense, while Jin Shang and the stranded He Laoxi and other loyal fans watched the players walk around the field to express their thanks.

After bursts of cheers, the players and coaches went to prepare for the post-match press conference. He Laoxi, who cheered for most of the game, took Jin Shang's hand and asked:

"Some people say that you want to invest money in signings, is it true?"

"If someone asks, I'm sure I don't even bother to answer it. If you want to know, I'll get to the bottom of it."

Pulling the old man close to him, he whispered,
"Money must be invested. It's hard to say how much. You have to be considerate of the team. For third-tier clubs, good players may not be willing to join. Those who are willing to join are all white-eyed wolves who come for money. Are you willing?"

"That's what I said...much more comfortable than Lao Jin. Every year I talk about signings, but in the end only my own children are on top. There is only thunder and no rain, and the land is barren."

He Laoxi is not an unreasonable person. In competitive football, money is very important, and the quality of the platform must also be considered. A strong player who has lowered his value to come to Beijing Northern United may have some troubles.

"Anyway, it's a pleasure to win today. Your kid's suona is also a little bit like playing, and you suddenly got the hang of it?"

"It's not that I'm enlightened, it's that the baby suona in my hand is powerful."

"What kind of modesty is this? It's inexplicable."

He clearly told the truth, but no one believed it, and Jin Shang didn't bother to explain too much.

"By the way, what you said last time, about writing lyrics for "General's Order", why is there no follow-up?"

"Didn't I just come to you today for this matter? Without Jin Suona, He Laoxi, I always feel that it is a bit boring. When will you be free, and find some familiar drums, pipas, flutes, etc. to accompany you?"

"When? Right now, young man, do things vigorously, why procrastinate? Wait..."

While talking, He Laoxi hurriedly asked some of the fans who were better at playing musical instruments to stay, and was going to audition with Jin Shang.

To put it bluntly, Jin Shang asked them to take it easy, and after dinner together, they found a reliable recording studio nearby through Nan Dabiao's relationship.

When we arrived, it was past seven o'clock, and the sky was getting dark. Jin Shang, who was only accompanied by Huang Yiyi, was also a little worried about whether the little old men who had exhausted a lot of energy in the stands of the stadium would be able to hold on smoothly.

Fortunately, after Jin Shang took out the lyrics and music of "A Man Should Be Self-Reliant" and played it a few times, everyone became interested and didn't find it hard.

Nan Dabiao, who arrived a little later, said hello to the owner of the recording studio, and pulled Jin Shang aside.

"Xiao Shang, do you want to find a master arranger? I think the quality of this song "A Man Should Be Self-Reliant" is not low. Although the song cannot break away from the pattern of "General Order", the lyrics are indeed first-rate. If you work hard, it will become popular. "

"I know, Uncle Da Biao! It's not suitable today, I'm in a hurry, let He Laoxi and others get familiar with it first, record a demo, register the copyright, and then consider the follow-up."

While talking, Jin Shang looked at the old men practicing in full swing,

"This is a fan cheering chorus that is bound to the club. If it becomes popular, it will be of great benefit to me."

"Alright. If you need anything, please contact me in time. By the way, I sent three different scripts to your company yesterday, have you received them?"

"It should still be in Uncle Zheng's hands, wait for me to go back and ask."

There are not many things to do now, but there are also few people in the company. Generally speaking, everyone is still very busy.

After exchanging a few words with Nan Dabiao, Jin Shang politely declined the request to go out for a drink.

"Uncle Da Biao, I'm here with a group of old men. If something goes wrong, it's hard to explain. Let's forget about it today. Let's go to another day. If you have time, call Uncle Zheng to have a chat."

"Row."

Nan Dabiao went up and said hello to everyone he knew and didn't know, and settled the bill for Jin Shang, and left.

Next, Jin Shang ordered Huang Yiyi to buy some drinks and snacks nearby, and then walked into the recording studio.

"He Laoxi, how are you doing?"

"The arrangement is okay, but the words are too white. Generally speaking, it's okay."

The unkind evaluation caused a bald old man with a mustache and a flute playing the flute to mercilessly debunk:
"Who said just now that this word is catchy, easy to learn and sing, and it is suitable for everyone to cheer together?"

"Shut up, you, play the flute well, don't meddle in your own business."

Annoyed, He Laoxi put the wrinkled lyrics and music on the table, turned to Jin Shang and said,

"What is your plan?"

Jin Shang replied:

"It's too late today, and what you can do is limited. You practice a few times first, and if you think it's good, you record a demo. After the copyright comes down, open the audition at the fan's home. You've almost learned it, and let everyone sing along..."

"That's it, that's all right. Be smart, guys, and don't let the kids look down on you."

……

Busy until almost ten o'clock, Jin Shang put away the song demo and asked Huang Yiyi to register the copyright, and then sent them back separately before dragging their exhausted steps back home.

After pushing open the door, the light in the living room was still on, and his father, Jin Shi, was watching TV, but he seemed absent-minded, as if he had something on his mind.

"why are not you sleeping?"

"It feels a little unreal to make too much money."

"Is that an exaggeration? After all, you are a native of the capital with some property, not a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. What about this little money?"

Jin Shi's several fresh food supermarkets, hot pot city, and garment factories, etc., although the profit is not high, the turnover is still considerable.

Throughout the year, there is a little surplus.

Both father and son are not thrifty people. Although they are not extremely extravagant and prodigal, they usually spend a lot of money.

If you really want to save money, cut unnecessary expenses, and save two or three million yuan a year, it is not a problem.

Of course, the natives of the capital love face and talk about ostentation, and some expenses are really impossible to save.

I thought life would be like this, but I didn't expect my son to start a big business with an annual revenue of more than 1000 million for the first time after he became an adult. Jin Shi was a little puzzled.

"Deep in the blood of our family, there is probably a tradition of being half-crazy and not insane. One is more crazy than the other. Most of them are taught to be human by reality. The few who are not convinced are not heroes, but become bears."

"Your son, I don't want to be a hero, and I'm not a bear. It's just that I have some obsessions, which I can't hide. If you catch up with the good times, if you don't wantonly vent, isn't it a waste of life?"

"Your golden broom tells you to cultivate your body and mind, so you are not afraid of violating the 'Mandate of Heaven' and encountering unexpected events?"

"I didn't say that we should be negligent in strengthening self-cultivation. It's just a tool to figure out who is the master. Without me, it's nothing."

Just think of the "golden finger" as a high-tech product thrown to the ancestors by aliens that cannot be explained by existing theories.It is really crazy to confess the "golden broom" as the king of heaven.

"As you please!"

Jin Shi didn't bother to care about the golden broom that didn't know whether it was working or not, and instead asked with concern,

"Why did you come back so late?"

"I asked Nan Dabiao to introduce a recording studio, and went to try the latest support song with He Laoxi."

"Is that the song "A Man Should Be Self-Reliant"? It really sounds good. If you find a well-known singer to sing it, it will probably be popular."

"Nan Dabiao said the same thing, probably because he wanted to take advantage of the trend to sell his favor."

Good songs and good singers achieve each other. The lyrics and music based on "General Order" have been created for hundreds of years in this world. Not many people know about them, but once they get out of the circle, they are very popular.

It's the same in every line, always copying the tried and tested cases, from one success to another.If it fails, it's not that the case is bad, but that you are bad.

"General Order" is a gold-lettered signboard that has been tested for more than 1000 years. The quality of "A Man Should Be Self-Strengthening" lies there. As long as you are not blind or deaf, you will know how to choose.

In the middle of the night, the father and son sat opposite each other and had a conversation. They didn't go back to the room until the zero o'clock struck, yawning and getting ready to sleep.

(End of this chapter)