Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 547 Little John gets another highlight moment
"Why did it stop moving when it dropped to 10 points?"

"How much money did Xiang make this time?"

As the market closed at noon, Little John expressed his incomprehension that Huayi's stock price had only dropped 10%.

Why can't we just go down further?
However, the fact that Huayi fell to the limit in one morning caused some waves in the stock market.

The closure of more than 20 orders made many stockholders holding Huayi shares howl.

"What's happening here?"

"Why are there so many big orders sold?"

"It will rise sharply in the afternoon, don't panic!"

"Open higher tomorrow! Directly hit the limit!"

"The main force didn't do anything! The key support was broken through so easily?"

"It's just violent dishwashing"

As noon approached, as a well-known company, Huayi enjoyed the news pushed by the stock trading software.

Almost at the same time, a pop-up window popped up in the lower right corner of the screen of everyone who was still paying attention to the stock market.

In the eye-catching position at the top are the words "Huayi's stock price fell to its intraday limit" in bold red letters.

Some VIP customers even received SMS notifications.

"Huayi has dropped to its limit!"

Huang Xiaoming, who was on the set, was very surprised when he saw the news.

If you want to say whether Huayi's stock has fallen since its high opening, it certainly has.

It’s not like the limit has never happened before.

After all, the stock market will rise if it doesn’t fall.

However, as the stock price stabilized, "Earthquake" achieved good results at the box office. In Huang Xiaoming's mind, this was the first time that the stock price suddenly dropped to the limit after a strong rise.

His investment suddenly dropped by 10%, which made his expression look solemn.

Looking at the contents of the announcement, his eyes showed that he was also thinking.

"What's going on!"

Looking at the push content of the lower limit, I actually connected this morning's lower limit with the speeches of others at the Toronto Film Festival.

Huang Xiaoming felt that this was too far-fetched.

So much so that he twitched the corners of his mouth in disdain.

"Earthquake" will definitely represent Chinese-language films in the Oscars this year.

This is basically a sure thing in terms of the public opinion discussion and attention it aroused after it achieved a box office of more than 6 million yuan.

Unless a better movie comes out this year.

But when he looked closely at the other person's name and company introduction, Huang Xiaoming's eyes swayed in confusion.

"When did they get so close to Hermès Film Investment Company?"

"This happened yesterday!?"

"No, big brother! Don't hurt me by mistake."

After constantly reading relevant reports about the Toronto Film Festival and catching up on the information that the crew had missed during this period, Huang Xiaoming couldn't help but feel sad inside.

It's hard to say how familiar he is with Xiang Yang.

But after several contacts, he knew that the previous incident was definitely not over yet.

Moreover, the feeling Xiangyang gave him, right?
Seems random.

But his identity is there, so he doesn't have to worry so much when he gets angry.

He has experienced this firsthand as a semi-experienced person.

"How about I call Liu Qianqian and ask?" Huang Xiaoming, who couldn't eat his lunch because of this incident, thought for a while and decided to send a text message first.

Otherwise, who knows what that guy is thinking.

In Shangjing, inside Huayi's headquarters.

Wang Zhongjun also couldn't eat.

But compared to people like Huang Xiaoming who are still thinking about the cause of the situation, as the boss, he is much more passive.

Throughout the morning, in addition to dealing with calls from investors, he also made calls to several familiar securities companies.

To describe it as "unspeakably miserable" is very appropriate.

The reason why he called the securities company was also very simple, just to find out who was shorting his stock.

To say that there are nearly hundreds of thousands of short orders, such a large amount is not an amount of funds that ordinary people can leverage.

And even if you can't stop such a large-scale malicious short selling, you must at least make yourself feel guilty.

It's okay to make a profit from the news.

But if it becomes the norm and maliciously suppresses Huayi's valuation, that's another concept.

But after asking again and again, I didn’t get a rejection.

Even the other party asked him what happened without knowing anything.

It's hard not to let him vent his anger on Toronto's Wang Zhonglei.

"No, Zhonglei, I told you not to do anything over there, but what did you do?"

Faced with his brother's accusations, Wang Zhonglei, who was also anxious about the price limit, was not very happy.

"Brother, I didn't do anything." He shouted while holding the phone: "They are sitting on our necks and shitting. Do you understand?"

After the yelling, the two of them instantly returned to quiet silence.

After about half a minute, Wang Zhongjun's dull voice rang on the phone, "What did Mr. Han say?"

"He, haha." Wang Zhonglei said sarcastically: "He doesn't even answer my calls now, what can I say?"

"If he doesn't pick you up, why don't you go find him?" Wang Zhongjun took a deep breath.

"Okay, got it."

Wang Zhonglei also had this intention.

For this kind of thing, you, Han Sanping and Huaying, must stand up and give justice. Otherwise, where will Hua Yi's face be in the future?
The phone was hung up, and before Wang Zhongjun could take a sip of water, the phone in his hand rang.

Feng Dapao is here.

As soon as he answered the call, he asked: "Mr. Wang, is what is going viral on the Internet true?"

Wang Zhongjun had not yet recovered from the last phone call and subconsciously asked: "What is true or not?"

Feng Dapao was stunned, ""The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" may also be competing in Austria. The news just came out. Zhang Mouzi's original words in an interview."

Hearing Feng Dapao's words, Wang Zhongjun became angry, slapped the table hard with a "pop" sound, and shouted:

"No, what the hell is Zhang Mouzi doing to fill in the mess?"

But these words really wronged Zhang Mouzi.

There is only one spot for the Oscars, and it’s not Hua Yi’s name written on it. As a director, you can’t have high hopes for an Oscar?

Anyway, this is what Zhang Mouzi said when he was interviewed by the media during the road show that day when he was asked about this matter.

But this is all for later.

Before the angry Wang Zhonglei arrived at the hotel where Han Sanping was staying, Little John had already arrived one step ahead.

But before coming, he also notified the person in charge of CC Company and Zhang Meng of "Gang Zhi Piano".

Zhang Meng, who was standing at the door of the hotel lobby, saw Little John getting out of the car and hurriedly greeted him.

His English is average, but he can still speak the few sentences he just came up with.

"Director Zhang." Little John smiled and shook hands, then looked at the CC person and asked, "Have you found the translator and lawyer?"

"Yes." The person from CC quickly pointed to a Chinese next to him and said, "This is a local lawyer who has just been introduced to Director Zhang."

"That's good." Little John showed a satisfied smile and looked at Zhang Meng again, "Director Zhang, is this arrangement okay?"

"There's no problem with me." Zhang Meng responded with a smile on his face.

It’s just that the person above doesn’t know.

After the Chinese lawyer translated what the two said, Little John nodded, patted Zhang Meng on the shoulder and smiled:

"Don't worry, we won't tamper with the contract. If Director Zhang doesn't believe it, you can also ask a lawyer to come over." "No, no, no." Zhang Meng waved his hand.

"Then let's go to see Mr. Han together first." Little John said, his eyes narrowed.

The contract is based on the conditions given by Han Sanping yesterday.

No more changes.

About ten minutes later, Han Sanping felt a big change in his attitude towards Little John after just one night.

"Mr. Rang, I know about Hua Yi's matter."

Little John looked at Han Sanping with an extremely calm expression, "Mr. Han, what we are discussing now is "The Piano of Steel", so let's not say more if it is irrelevant, so as not to waste everyone's precious time."

"." Han Sanping frowned and looked at Little John.

On the side, Zhang Meng looked at the two people in surprise.

Not quite sure what was going on, he was confused by the unfamiliar and slightly awkward atmosphere between the two.

"I want to think about it again." Han Sanping glanced at Zhang Meng and said politely to Little John:

"Jean, the contract must be signed sooner or later. We don't need to be too anxious, right?"

"Mr. Han." Little John cleared his throat, looked at his watch and said, "I still have about 30 minutes. If Huaying feels that this condition is not sincere enough, then I'm sorry."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the translator and said with a smile: "Please tell Director Zhang that even if "The Piano" chooses other distributors to cooperate, Hermès Film Investment Company will provide art theaters in France and North America. Help wherever you can.”

The lawyer in charge of translating nodded and repeated Little John's words in Chinese.

"I and I listen to Mr. Han." Zhang Meng swallowed his throat and focused all his eyes on Han Sanping.

When he saw him like this, Han Sanping was speechless.

"Jean, you misunderstood me." He smiled coquettishly and said: "The contract is divided into three parts, one in Chinese, one in English, and one in French. Since Director Zhang entrusted us with Huaying, I always have to ensure that The terms above are all the same, aren’t they?”

"If Mr. Han feels that our cooperation does not even have this foundation of trust, then"

Before Little John finished speaking, Han Sanping looked shocked. He quickly went back and added: "I didn't mean that. I just think everyone should go through the procedures according to the process."

"Mr. Han, what if I reveal to you that this contract was approved with a nod from Mr. Han?"

Little John didn't give Han Sanping a chance to finish his words.

Thinking about Han Sanping in front of Xiangyang in private is a personal relationship, and it does not affect his official business.

Moreover, as Han Sanping deliberately delayed, Little John understood more and more why Xiang Yang took the initiative to deal with Huayi at this juncture.

To put it simply: Huaying is unreliable.

Han Sanping is also unreliable.

Since they are entangled with each other because of 'interests', then just return to 'interests'.

"Uh okay."

Han Sanping was also stunned when he heard Xiang Yang's name.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath silently, then opened his eyes and smiled: "Well, since Mr. Xiang has come forward, I think you can trust him."

After speaking, he nodded towards Zhang Meng.

But he actually said this to Little John.

"This matter is over."

He hoped that Little John, who impressed him with admiration, could understand the meaning of his words and convey it to Xiang Yang.

From now on, everyone will be the same as before.
After he expressed his position, Zhang Meng, who had long wanted to sign the contract, said, "Since President Han agrees, I don't need to read it."

"Let's take a look."

Little John and Han Sanping said in unison.

Zhang Meng was stunned and nodded sarcastically.

With the help of a Chinese lawyer, he said he was serious, but when he read it, he was also very sloppy.

The key point is that the contracts drafted by CC are actually standard contracts.

The general framework is laid out above, but the details are slightly different.

And Zhang Meng himself really doesn’t have any special requirements.

The number of screenings and the size of the theater chain were all requested by Han Sanping last night.

After a little more delay, he said he had finished reading it all and had no problems.

"In that case, how about you two sign it, and then we have a light meal together."

After Han Sanping finished speaking, Little John also said to CC: "Okay, no problem."

But he immediately added, "Let's take a photo together."

Han Sanping laughed when he heard this.

Sure enough, Little John still likes this kind of limelight, and even wants to sign a contract
After thinking about it, Han Sanping suddenly froze.

He was surprised to find that Little John didn't mean to ask him to take a group photo with him.

This made him raise his buttocks and suddenly there was a hint of sarcasm on his face.

My mood immediately became unhappy.

"Uh, wait!" Suddenly reflecting on something, he suddenly felt that the way Little John went straight to the topic today was very different from the past.

He was so stingy, but this time he was particularly happy.

But by the time he reacted, Zhang Meng had already signed the first contract.

"What's the matter with Mr. Han? Why don't you tell me first."

Little John's heart also trembled. He was afraid that he would reveal some flaws, so he smiled and made the CC people stop.

"that."

He frowned and glanced at Little John in confusion. Han Sanping, who was a little unsure, felt that he might have been overthinking, so he shook his head and said:
"It's nothing, I just think it would be better to ask Wang Qianyuan and Qin Hailu to take a photo together later."

"Yeah. This is okay." Little John, who was sweating in his heart, relaxed his shoulders and said with a smile:

"Then why not wait until the contract is signed, call them, and Mr. Han also take a photo with us?"

"no problem."

Han Sanping finally had a smile on his face.

But after Zhang Meng and CC's people finished signing, CC called to start the payment. While Zhang Meng called the two actors, the phone rang in the living room of the suite where Han Sanping was.

After a burst of "ring, ring, ring", Han Sanping, who was in a good mood, walked over with a smile and picked up the phone.

"Hey, who is that?"

"Hello, sorry to disturb you, is this Mr. Han from 2806? There is a guest here who you did not make an appointment for. His name is King Zhonglei."

"Wang Zhonglei!!!"

"Excuse me, do you agree to let him come up?"

"Yes, yes."

Han Sanping thought for a moment and guessed Wang Zhonglei's purpose.

This matter will become more troublesome the longer it is delayed.

So, I had to move the photo session to the evening.

After hanging up the phone, he said regretfully: "I'm sorry, Jean, Zhang Meng, and this Mr. Lane, I have other guests to receive."

"It's okay, Mr. Han. We've already finished the business, right?" The smile on Little John's face was a little strange.

"That's true." Han Sanping smiled.

He wondered whether he should tell Little John that someone from Huayi was here.

Before a decision was made, he saw Little John asking Ren of CC to take Zhang Meng to the door first.

This made him very strange.

"By the way, Mr. Han, actually signing the contract is just a small matter. I came in person mainly because of something. Xiangyang entrusted me to inform Huaying."

"You said."

Han Sanping's right eye twitched unconsciously.

"terribly sorry."

(End of this chapter)