Actor: Thank you.

In the gaming world, there's a type of damage called "Damage over Time".

The literal translation is "damage caused over time".

It is usually referred to as DOT damage, and is also commonly known by players as continuous damage.

This damage output pattern varies depending on the game type.

Real-time games typically involve continuous, intermittent damage, deducting health every few seconds.

In turn-based games, damage is usually inflicted and health is deducted during actions.

Now, Huayi has encountered DOT damage.

Moreover, it's the type that causes health loss during actions.

After Zhang Yuan's "kind" reminder, Zhang Yimou, though not involved, had heard about it and remembered the casting for "Qian Xuesen".

The other party violated the agreement reached with Zhang Yuan.

Even though the agreement was worth hundreds of millions at the time.

Hua Yi has now launched an operation to recruit Zhang Yimou, while Zhang Yuan's reminder is helping to settle the damage.

There's no need to deal damage face-to-face, no need to make a direct move.

As long as the "Oath of Luoshui" debuff is active, every movement will cause you to lose health.

For most people, the damage from this DOT is nothing.

They have thick blood.

Besides, there's also Ali, this hybrid wet nurse, in the picture.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it terrifying.

Theoretically speaking, Zhang Yuan is at a disadvantage when competing with Zhang Yimou.

But Zhang Yimou is a special person!
Everyone is focused on his multiple pregnancies scandal, but they are ignoring the bigger issue behind it: the conflict between him and Zhang Weiping.

If he and Mr. Zhang had no conflict, so what if he now has multiple births?

Zhang Yuan was addressing this fundamental issue.

There's a saying: "Once bitten by a snake, twice shy."

Why did Zhang Yimou and Zhang Weiping fall out?

It's just that the other party talks nonsense, doesn't keep their word, and has been engaging in long-term psychological manipulation.

Having suffered huge losses for over a decade, would you be willing to suffer the same losses again?

Should we find another shady partner?
He had to think, if Hua Yi could break her promise to Zhang Yuan, would she keep hers to his?

In particular, they wanted me to sign a performance-based agreement regarding shares.

What if they don't give it to me?
Originally, it was thought that Huayi would give shares in a listed company, while Zhang Yuan's company was not yet listed and might not be listed at all.

This is a matter of how much money.

Now it's different; it's become a question of whether or not we can get the shares!

The top prize in the Double Color Ball lottery is six or seven million yuan. If you win 100 bets at once, that's six or seven hundred million yuan. Why don't you buy a ticket?
If everyone could win, they would have bought tickets long ago.

Even if the odds of winning are small, as long as it's truly random, everyone accepts it.

But what do you mean by having a built-in "anti-crossing mechanism"?
Who would buy this kind of product?

What's the use of having a lot of money if the temptation is too great?

If you can't get it, then everything is for nothing.

Why does Zhang Yimou think Hua Yi is good?

Because the company is large, he tends to prefer stability.

Now Zhang Yuan has given him the biggest destabilizing factor: human nature.

Zhang Yimou's expression changed on the spot!
My head is buzzing.

I no longer think about who offers more or where I can get millions or tens of millions more.

It's not about where you go; I can guarantee you'll get it!

Zhang Yuan's words changed his perspective on the matter.

After that conversation, Zhang Yimou barely ate any food or drinks.

After returning home, I discussed it with my wife for a long time.

Then I went to inquire and confirm whether Liu Qianqian's story was true, and whether it was as I had heard and Zhang Yuan had said.

Finally, after asking around, they got to Lao Han.

Old Han knew something had happened to him recently, so the other party's sudden question about something completely unrelated to him made him suspicious.

After asking around, Old Han, a seasoned veteran, had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

And his answer is quite obvious.

I don't own any shares in Huayi...

Just answer truthfully; I didn't cover for the two brothers at all.

Right is right, and wrong is wrong; this whole thing was unethical to begin with.

After confirming the news, Zhang Yimou inquired from various sources.

They even called Gong Li and learned that she had recently worked with Zhang Yuan.

What's there to say about Gong Li? As long as Zhang Weiping continues to work for her, she'll be happy.

As for Zhang Yuan, let's lend a hand if we can.

I'd be happy to help, not just give you a hand, but give you several hands too.

They said some nice things.

The effort Zhang Yuan had put into it was not in vain.

This is called "the righteous will find many helpers, while the unrighteous will find few."

After comparing several options over several days, Zhang Yimou found that Zhang Yuan offered the best terms and had a good reputation in the industry, having never betrayed his promises.

"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush," and at that moment, his thinking completely reversed.

Big companies are great, but I need to make sure I can get the job!

As for the mental hurdle I had before, I had to follow Zhang Yuan, this junior.

That's not as big a hurdle as the "Oath of Luoshui," at least you don't have to live in constant fear.

Zhang Yuan's company offers shares without any performance-based compensation; employees receive stock options upon joining, and these options automatically convert into personal shares when the five-year contract expires.

After much negotiation, the matter was finally settled before the Lunar New Year, and a simple contract was signed.

The formal contract will be signed after the new year.

In this way, both Zhang Yuan and Zhang Yimou can have a good New Year.

So, in the final battle report, Zhang Yuan was the main damage dealer and played the entire match, while Xixi got the MVP...

Who's the one who wins by lying down?

Back to the present.

"That's not me helping you, it's you helping yourself," Xiaolongnu replied after hearing his detailed description.

"If you hadn't done good deeds in your daily life, you wouldn't have achieved what you have today."

"Anyway, you deserve a lot of credit for this. I'll reward you sometime." Zhang Yuan did not deny her statement.

But in any case, without her, this matter would definitely not have been handled so smoothly, and I would have had to put in some extra effort.

Zhang Yuan put down his phone, just about to say that the year had gone quite smoothly.

Zhang Yimou got it all sorted out, and Big White finally got his butt all over again after a long time.

But thinking that arrogance would not end well, he kept his words to himself.

We ate a little more and then tidied up a bit.

Not only did they remove the copper hot pot, but they also took out a large pot, filled it with water, and prepared to cook dumplings later.

I took another shower and rearranged the bed, making it perfectly smooth.

The reason he was kicked out by Teacher Da Bai was that, according to the usual practice, Shu Chang was supposed to come to his house later.

The pot and water used for making dumplings were kept for this purpose.

After taking a shower, I sat in front of the TV and took care of my business first.

Log in to Weibo, and you'll see New Year activities and blessings everywhere.

However, instead of using his own account, he logged into the account of Cross-Strait Film Industry and sent a message.

"In 2011, I will look to the future with director Zhang Yimou!"

During the Lunar New Year, I can't be the only one celebrating; I also need to bring some joy to the company!
He continued with his routine, exchanging pleasantries with friends and business partners.

Just as Uncle Benshan's skit was about to air, two crunching sounds of footsteps on snow came from the alley outside the courtyard.

The doorbell rang, and Zhang Yuan immediately got up, put on his coat, and quickly went to the door.

"Coming!"

He opened the door a crack and pulled Changchang, who was wearing a red mink hat, inside.

“Dumplings…” She lifted the lunchbox in her hand.

"What dumplings? We'll eat them later to regain our strength. Let's get down to business first!" Zhang Yuan immediately transformed into a stripping old man.

"No," Changchang quickly pushed him away.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No..." She chuckled awkwardly and pointed to the crack in the door, "There are other people."

As soon as Zhang Yuan turned around, he saw a round head with big eyes and a small mouth peeking in.

It was the little Nezha he had met in New York not long ago.

“Juanjuan came back to China for the Chinese New Year and insisted on coming to wish you a Happy New Year together.”

Zhang Yuan rubbed his temples, thinking she was still abroad.

"We agreed beforehand that she said you were taking care of her overseas, so she had to come and wish you a Happy New Year."

"Go, go, go."

then what should we do.

You can't just leave a teenage girl out in the snow.

They were ushered inside and taken to the dining room where they sat in front of the television. Nezha unbuttoned his coat, revealing a bright red sleeveless down vest underneath, and then rolled his eyes.

He knelt down on the ground with a thud.

I ate three bowls of it.

The clanging sound wasn't from her head being attached to the ground; it was her own "voiceover" made by speaking.

Even so, such a grand gift still startled Zhang Yuan.

I almost stood up from my chair.

After three heads, he quickly got up.

"Happy New Year, brother-in-law."

Wishing you good health and lots of money in the new year.

After a smooth series of quick moves, she extended her arm with her palm facing upwards.

The meaning is clear.

I've already given you such a generous gift, so hurry up and give me a red envelope.

Zhang Yuan glanced at Shu Chang beside him.

Oh, so this is what you meant by "paying New Year's greetings".

They're just asking me for money.

It seems that $1000 a week was too much; she's getting a little addicted.

"Juanjuan, don't call me that." Changchang waved her hand with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang!" the other party immediately changed their tune.

"She's been so polite, why don't you give her something in return?"

"For good luck."

Zhang Yuan reluctantly got up, but he had prepared cash in advance for giving out red envelopes during the Chinese New Year.

They charged 1,000 yuan per person, but then gave me 3,000 yuan, which they stuffed into a big red envelope.

After receiving it, Nezha squeezed it and pouted, clearly thinking it wasn't enough.

But as soon as he turned around, he put on a smile and thanked her.

“Juanjuan said she wanted to come along this year, so I brought fillings and wrappers from home. Let’s make some dumplings and have some fun.” Shuchang opened the lunchbox.

"Okay, do you know how to wrap them?"

Sing and shake your head.

"And you?" he asked Nezha.

The reply was still a shake of the head.

Zhang Yuan: …

You two don't even know how to make them for fun.

So you're just messing with me.

He got a taste of what it's like to have an unlucky daughter.

The three of them worked together.

The way they made those things was only good enough for pan-fried dumplings.

Zhang Yuan, his hands covered in flour, looked at the cunning girl with a slightly resentful gaze.

Light bulb!
Without you here, I would have filled your cousin's dumplings with filling, let alone made dumplings.

"You two wrap it up first, don't mess around." Zhang Yuan said, wiping his fingers with a rag as he heard his phone ring.

He picked up his phone, saw the caller ID, sneered, put on his coat, and went outside to answer the call.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

The person who called him was Zhang Weiping.

Clearly, the other party saw the Weibo post he made in the company's name.

If he has a good year, the other person will have a very bad year.

Zhang Weiping was furious.

Why are you putting on this show during the Lunar New Year?
Are you trying to stop me from celebrating the New Year?

Even if others don't know, doesn't he know it himself?

Over the years, he has become a prominent figure in the Chinese entertainment industry, treated like an honored guest wherever he goes, and even dares to go head-to-head with major cinema chains. Who is he relying on?
How did he go from a nouveau riche to a big shot in the film and television industry?

His relationship with Zhang Yimou is comparable to that of Colonel Rhodes and the Mark II armored vehicle.

With you, I'm fine; without you, I can find someone else.

You didn't build the armor; you can only use it.

Whoever wears it becomes a war machine.

Zhang Yuan could hear the gritted teeth of the person who replied so angrily, even through the phone.

"You've gone too far!"

"To take advantage of someone's misfortune is despicable."

"Hahaha……"

"What are you laughing at!" The other person got even angrier when they heard him laugh.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it in." Zhang Yuan couldn't hold back when he heard the words "profiteering from someone's misfortune."

Thank you for the compliment.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm now addressing you politely as Mr. Zhang."

“It’s not because you deserve respect, but because I have high moral character,” Zhang Yuan replied, emphasizing each word.

"I didn't hang up on you because I'm a person of high character, since you called during the Chinese New Year with this attitude."

"Don't play dumb with me, kid. Let me tell you, cut off this damn cooperation, or else..."

"Otherwise what?" Zhang Yuan caught a snowflake falling from the sky with his hand.

The snowflakes, with their perfect geometric shapes, slowly melted into nothingness in his hands.

It did not diminish the heat in his palms at all.

Just like Zhang Weiping's attitude, it couldn't affect his mood at all.

Like a stray dog, barking wildly!
"My collaboration with director Zhang Yimou was reasonable and legal, and based on the mutual consent of both parties."

"It also received the consent of shareholders including Edko Films, Stellar Media, Eagle Films, China Film Group, and Huaxia Film Distribution."

Who do you think you are, to object to anything?

"If you're so capable, then call each of these shareholders one by one and repeat to them what you want to say to me."

"Or if you have something to say, I can pass it on for you."

Are you trying to threaten me and become my enemy?

Am I alone?
I'll just use the background and the powerful connections to scare you, so what?

Bite me!
I'm afraid that if you actually bite down, you'll break a tooth.

“You…” Zhang Weiping was speechless, experiencing his aggression for the first time.

I used to be polite, not because I couldn't swear.

"I'm fine, and I hope you are too."

"Happy New Year." Zhang Yuan said in the gentlest tone and with the most chilling words.

"Let's wait and see!"

The other party threw down a harsh remark and hung up the phone.

“Impotent rage,” Zhang Yuan muttered, putting his phone in his pocket.

Looking up at the sky, there's a beautiful snow scene.

Under the same starry sky, under the same snowy landscape.

The scenery changes with the person; the same person sees different scenery.

Inside a manor villa in the suburbs of the capital.

The TV was on, showing Zhao Benshan's "last dance" from the Spring Festival Gala, a skit called "My Deskmate" that, although of lower quality, was still hilarious.

But this family couldn't be happy at all.

Just now, Fei Lin called his old brother and boss to inform him of the official announcement from Cross-Strait Films and Zhang Yimou.

"What?" The Wang family was having a meal together.

Hearing this devastating news, I was heartbroken.

"Confirmed?"

"Could this be a trick played by that kid, a palace intrigue?"

"I asked someone close to Zhang Yimou... and it's confirmed," Fei Lin said in a low voice.

I'm very frustrated.

why?
Why did Zhang Yimou choose Zhang Yuan instead of Hua Yi?
He doesn't understand.

Not only did he not understand, but the two Wang brothers did not understand either.

Their reaction to the news was not anger, but rather a deafening, silent depression.

I've lost all my festive spirit.

Even the finest wine and dishes on the table tasted bland and tasteless.

This bad news arrived with the countdown from the TV presenter as the new year began.

A feeling of utter defeat lingered in the hearts of every adult in this upscale house.

This isn't about whether we lose or not, it's about losing in a row.

The children were clamoring to set off firecrackers and pulled the adults into the outdoor courtyard.

As expensive fireworks exploded in the sky, snowflakes also drifted down onto their shoulders and palms.

However, for them, this New Year seemed exceptionally long and cold... (End of Chapter)