The opening of China Entertainment Group gave Jay Chou a head-on confrontation

Chapter 718 Workplace Bullying
"The Olympic spirit symbolizes world peace, friendship and unity.

"Have you forgotten what the Olympic Charter says? Can you still recite the Olympic Manifesto now?!"

In the private lounge, Jacques Rogge, President of the International Olympic Committee, slammed the table and spit flew -

This usually gentle and easy-going Belgian rarely gets angry, but this time he really couldn't hold it back.

You guys are fucking outrageous. It's fine that you did those little tricks in private, but you couldn't even cover it up after you did it, and were directly named and exposed by the big money sponsors.

How does the International Olympic Committee make a living? Do you really have no idea?
"Ms. Zaskalaki, could you please repeat what the IOC wrote in the Olympic Charter about the principles of Olympism?"

“…everyone should have the possibility to engage in sports without any form of discrimination and in the Olympic spirit of mutual understanding, friendship, solidarity and fair play, also known as the modern Olympic spirit.”

"Did you do it?"

"… Sorry, Mr. President, I have already found out the cause of this incident. I will punish the relevant communication personnel and staff to ensure that this kind of violation of the Olympic spirit will not happen again."

Yanna Angelopoulos Zaskalaki tried to keep a calm face and admitted her mistakes sincerely.

You can't be insincere.

The big money sponsor is sitting right next to him.

Besides, what does the mistakes made by my subordinates have to do with me as a chairman?
My intentions were good, but the people below me blinded my eyes.

Jacques Rogge glanced at her and said nothing more.

He put on this attitude also for the financial backers to see.

Some things weigh two taels before they are weighed, but they weigh more than a thousand pounds once they are weighed.

After the closed-door meeting ended and the representatives of the big money sponsors and the IOC members left with satisfactory results, Zaskalaki finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it, don’t give me a chance, or I’ll report you for workplace bullying sooner or later.

She couldn't touch the financial sponsor, but she could still hate Jacques Rogge.

What the hell.

All crows are black. She didn't believe that Jacques Rogge, the President of the International Olympic Committee who had been in Athens these days, was unaware of the difficulties encountered by the Chinese delegation in Athens.

Why didn't you stand up in indignation to stop it before, and now you jump out and act like a big shot?

If you want to flatter yourself, just say so.

And that Spike...

When he thought of the person who had instigated this internal closed-door meeting, Zaskalaki felt his teeth itching with hatred.

Since the successful hosting of the Athens Olympic Games, she has reached the peak of her career as the president of the Greek Olympic Committee - she was even selected into the list of the world's 50 most powerful women selected by Fortune magazine.

It can be said that she made enough capital for herself by relying on this wave of favorable conditions.

Then, Spike from China dealt her a heavy blow, which severely damaged the reputation she had accumulated within the company.

This is just fucked up.

In fact, she didn't even have the chance to see Spike from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, after adjusting his mentality, Zaskalaki, with a stern face, immediately called his subordinates -

"What do you eat?
"ah?!
"Have you forgotten what the Olympic Charter says? Can you still recite the Olympic Manifesto now?!"

...............................

"what?"

The Chinese delegation was staying in the hotel. Zhang Yimou, who was still working with his team members to revise the next venue plan, received a call from a member of the Greek Olympic Committee. He looked confused and said, "Okay, I got it. Thank you."

"What's wrong, Lao Zhang?"

"Did Athens make any more outrageous demands?"

"Lao Zhang?"

Seeing that Zhang Yimou's demeanor seemed a little off, several major think tanks suddenly became anxious after sensing something was wrong.

The current stage plan has been reduced again and again. If it is reduced further, they will have to cut the number of people again. There will be basically no need for performances, so they might as well just send someone to recite poetry.

For a moment, some people were already irritated by this imaginary situation and were thinking about whether they should just go on stage and recite a poem "沁园春雪".

Damn, these white people are too bullying!

"Is there another problem that needs to be negotiated? Director Zhang, don't be anxious. Tell us the problem first. We can all work together and it should be possible to solve it by modifying the plan." Ye Jintian sighed, stood up and set the tone.

"No, Old Ye, why are you still thinking about compromising? They are clearly targeting us."

Zhang Li was not convinced: "If we continue to revise it, we will be dancing on tofu blocks."

As a member of Zhang Yimou's photography team, he has almost reached his limit.

"Well, we can only give in. This is their territory. You have to understand that we are doing things on their territory and we need their help." Ye Jintian pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, also with a loud voice.

He also had something to say. We are already in a weak position, so naturally we have to do whatever others say. There is no other way.

Do you think he wants to change it again and again?

Isn't this a compromise made out of helplessness?
"Ye Jintian, you are at least——"

"Okay, stop arguing. The stage plan doesn't need to be reduced in size."

Before his team was about to start arguing again, Zhang Yimou, who was quite shocked, finally spoke up to stop the dispute.

These days, the compromise faction led by Yip Kam Tin has been in the upper hand.

"Hmm? No need to make it smaller?"

“Not only does it not need to be reduced, it can even be increased.”

Zhang Yimou sat on the chair, rubbing his knuckles, his eyes full of self-pity: "Zhou Yi solved the stage problem."

"Um?!"

"Book of Changes?!"

"The Zhou Yi who is in Paris now???"

When Zhang Yimou said this, all his team members were stunned.

How come he solved the stage problem?
"It's unclear how the issue was resolved. The other party just said it was a misunderstanding and asked us to convey the Greek Olympic Committee's apologies to Zhou Yi."

When Zhang Yimou said this, his voice became a little hoarse.

Although I have been exhausted these days, an indescribable emotion still unconsciously welled up in my heart.

He has been involved in the art of light and shadow for most of his life, but in the end, he is not as good as a young man who has only been in the industry for five years.

Zhang Yimou said: No;

Zhou Yi said: OK.

No matter what the reasons are behind it, this is the most intuitive result.

"Do you remember the stage draft that Zhou Yi submitted at the beginning? Athens agreed to open that area, and left the arrangement of the corresponding area's on-site lighting to us..."

Ye Jintian: “…”

As the leader of the compromising faction within this Olympic team, he was completely stunned when he heard these words.

Not buddy——

Can you really walk sideways?

As an old Hong Konger born in 1967, he admitted that a big part of the reason why he compromised again and again this time was that he had never thought about how to argue his case.

The era in which he experienced and grew up happened to be one in which the gap between China and Europe and the United States was the greatest.

He has the ability to compete for major art awards in Europe and the United States, but he will compromise very quickly on certain things - this is determined by his past life and upbringing.

He needs recognition from Europe and the United States from the bottom of his heart.

"Yimou, you mean..."

"Although we cannot restore our original stage plan, Zhou Yi's stage range is now our stage range, so we can relax a little bit."

Zhang Yimou affirmed Zhang Li's question, which was three parts excited and seven parts unbelievable, and gave a definite answer.

"Zhou Yi is awesome."

"Great, this is possible."

"That's really awesome. Now I'm curious about how he puts pressure on these arrogant white people."

"This guy's international influence is even greater than Chenglong and Li Lianjie's."

"I admit that I spoke a little louder to him in private before. This is not only tough in internal battles, but also tougher in external battles. It is much better than just being a bully at home."

"..."

The team members who got the exact answer were talking excitedly. After Ye Jintian came to his senses, he also felt ecstatic. But then he remembered that it was Zhou Yi who rejected his clothing aesthetic design and refused to let the clothing he designed appear on the stage during the song performance...

He is emo again...

If this gets out, how can he survive in the industry?

Although everyone in Zhang Yimou's team has professional ethics and won't gossip around, what about Zhou Yi...

Happy and sad, Ye Jintian can only hope that before the song performance, the costumes he designed will receive rave reviews both at home and abroad. In this case... Zhang Yimou is also a smart man. With just one glance at Ye Jintian, he can roughly guess what is bothering him right now.

To be honest, he is also a little confused now.

To be fair, he was the one who made the final decision, which meant that Zhou Yi also rejected his color aesthetic this time.

On one side was his innate skill that made him famous, and on the other side was Zhou Yi's opinion. He himself was a little shaken.

However, due to path dependence, he finally chose to believe in himself.

The suggestions Zhou Yi put forward had already touched upon some of his unfamiliar blind spots. In such an important occasion and with little time left, he did not dare to take the risk of making changes.

Seek stability.

Stability is everything.

However, despite what he said, he still had to call Zhou Yi for emotional and logical reasons.

As for the reason, Athens wanted to help convey its apology.

"Okay, I understand, Director Zhang."

Paris, Armani closed the show and filmed the center.

Zhou Yi, who had just changed into his third high-end outfit in the dressing room, let the makeup artist take care of him. He chuckled and responded, "It's just a small matter."

Qian Jiang, who was standing by, was leaning on the edge of the table, with his arms crossed over his chest, with an expression that said, "I'll just watch you show off."

It's still a small matter. I don't know who brought this up as a way to talk to Coca-Cola at that time.

"I haven't asked much about this matter. If you want to thank someone, you should find a chance to thank my agent. He is in charge of this matter."

The strong man Qian Jiang stood at attention.

You're lucky enough to think of asking Zhang Yimou to thank him.

Qian Jiang tried to raise the corners of his mouth several times, but he forced them down each time.

"Laugh if you want to. Holding it in is bad for your health."

After finishing his makeup, Zhou Yi stood up from his chair, took the haute couture suit jacket handed to him by his assistant, put his arms through the cuffs and walked towards the door, speaking without looking back.

"No, there's nothing for me to laugh at. I just think your modesty seems a little unrealistic, a little like a dream."

"I gave you a fucking face, didn't I, Old Qian?"

"Hey, that's right."

Qian Jiang, who followed him, clapped his hands and laughed: "This is the Zhou Yi I know."

"Damn it, you don't even want the favor I'm giving you. Don't even mention me as your agent. You don't have any vision at all." Zhou Yi curled his lips in disdain, full of contempt.

As an agent, it is definitely better for Qian Jiang to have a favor like Zhang Yimou than nothing at all.

"Be careful or I'll report you for bullying your employees when I return to Hong Kong."

"Diao, I'm not afraid of you, come on, let's fight head-on..."

The little assistant with a low sense of presence was laughing secretly at the edge of the locker room.

Honestly speaking, since Warner completed its reorganization, the atmosphere within the company has obviously subsided compared to the previous situation of internal strife and fierce competition. The two leading men's and women's teams, Zhou Yi and Sun Yanzi, are not the kind of people who need to put on airs, so naturally, others can't do that either.

Even Zhang Huimei was marginalized.

After a friendly exchange with Qian Jiang, Zhou Yi walked back into the filming center and unexpectedly saw Eva Green who was there to shoot the promotional video.

She wore a beige Armani women's suit, with heavy eye shadow, full eyeliner and fiery red lips that highlighted her temperament.

The whole person looks like a superior with an air of contempt.

"Ok, we're done. You can take a break, Miss Green."

After the photographer made an OK gesture to her, the new French goddess also noticed Zhou Yi who was going to the next door, and smiled and said, "Why, are you surprised? I told you at the beginning that we would see each other during the Armani photo shoot, but you still didn't believe it."

"..."

To be honest, Zhou Yi really didn't believe it at first.

He is, after all, a global spokesperson, and in his view, Eva Green is, at best, a spokesperson for France.

but now……

"To be honest, I was quite surprised."

Zhou Yi looked her up and down and said, "Are you the global spokesperson?"

"Well, how should I put it? No, but my position is quite special."

Eva Green smiled and said, "Do you know about the women's fashion show that Mr. Armani is going to hold at Paris Fashion Week?"

As a fashion master of his generation, Giorgio Armani will hold his first haute couture show for women's clothing at the beginning of next year - the first one. This is of great significance to Giorgio Armani and his company, who will be 70 years old next year.

Armani Prive is the highest-level product line in Armani’s women’s wear collection. As the first batch of women’s haute couture, it has only 31 styles, and its overall design is synonymous with Italian elegance.

"What does this have to do with you? You're not a model, you can't wear them on the street all day, and you're not endorsing Prive."

Dress dresses, as the name suggests, are not designed to be worn as street wear.

"Honestly, I have to thank you for this. Originally I was just a pioneer, but after your news appeared frequently in the newspapers, it seems that my temperament has really been noticed."

French beauties always have a unique beauty.

This is different from the old-fashioned styles of the United States and the United Kingdom.

For Giorgio Armani, a designer born in an artistic country, what he eats is the beauty of unique temperament.

Especially after he and Zhou Yi appeared in the newspapers standing together, the temperaments of the two were not mutually exclusive. Instead, to people like him, there was a wonderful chemical reaction.

"So you still owe me a favor?" Zhou Yi rubbed his chin and extracted the key point.

"You can say that. So, how do you plan for me to repay you?" Eva Green looked at him with interest.

"Well, how about booking a time slot for you next year to act in an MV?"

"Is this how you pick up women, Spike?"

"What? No, no, no, I never have to make it this complicated when dating a woman."

Zhou Yi shrugged, a smile on his face: "Usually, I just need to walk up to a woman and say "I like you", that's enough. They will often agree to be with me directly. I have never failed using this method."

"uh-huh."

Eva Green raised her eyebrows: "Is it possible that they can't refuse you at work?"

"That has nothing to do with me. Why should I think about what they are thinking? I'm not their parent." Zhou Yi said nonchalantly.

"I can tell."

Eva Green nodded noncommittally, walked up to the man, smoothed his tie, raised her head and looked at him: "You see women as disposable playthings, not actual goals to pursue."

As their eyes met, Zhou Yi tilted his head and smiled silently: "Well, that sounds like a good inference."

"However, the beads on your hands and the jade pendant around your neck are not included."

"Do you still understand this?"

"You didn't have these two things on your hands or around your neck when you first debuted. Considering your habit of attacking the families of Eminem, 50 Cent, etc., you must have a good family. In other words, if your parents gave them to you, they wouldn't have appeared on you so late."

Zhou Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he stared down at her from his height advantage: "What else can you guess?"

"Is it still about you, Mr. Spike?"

"of course."

"If you didn't object to what I said just now, it means that they were indeed given to you by two women who are very important to you. Moreover, you are now in a balance that no one wants to break, otherwise you wouldn't be wearing them at the same time."

Eva Green, who was adjusting Zhou Yi's tie, raised her lips slightly: "It's rare. A playboy would have a woman he doesn't want to lose?"

"Can I understand your words as jealousy?" Zhou Yi said, letting her do what she wanted.

"Is this your assessment of me?"

"Your beauty is a problem for your acting career. You worry that you will become a vase with only a body and that the audience will not take you seriously, so you want to use art films to prove that your acting skills are worthy of praise."

Eva Green narrowed her eyes: "Beautiful women with big breasts are often brainless."

“The credit goes to your own industry practitioners.”

Zhou Yi smiled, staring at her with his deep eyes: "You have feelings for me, but you don't want to be a passer-by in my life. You want to show your aggressiveness to make me or yourself give up this idea, you don't want to be a passer-by pendant.

"Or maybe you want me to remember you - and know who they are."

"…Has anyone ever told you that narcissistic men and greasy words often make people feel uncomfortable and disgusted in the end?"

"So people who love me call me an angel, and people who hate me call me a devil. It's very extreme."

Zhou Yi leaned forward slightly and came closer to her: "So, what about you?"

“You should go shoot.”

Eva Green curled her eyes, smiled, raised her hand and patted the man's cheek: "Lucifer."

(End of this chapter)