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Chapter 813 Extreme Pressure
"Mr. Yuan, let me pour you some tea."

The next day, while Cheng Hao was rehearsing at CCTV, Zhang Yuan went to visit Mr. Yuan in person.

"it is good."

Make tea, serve water, and pass towels.

Yuan Kuocheng knew that he was very popular outside.

But on my side, he can still keep his head down and do his job just like when we first met, which is great.

It’s not in vain that I love him.

Zhang Yuan came before the New Year to wish him a happy new year.

He didn't feel that way before, but now that Mr. Hou passed away, he suddenly felt lonely and desolate.

He has experienced a lot of ordinary celebrities dying.

But I do have a relationship with those people, but it's not that deep.

It’s different if you have the title of master and disciple.

In ancient times, a master and a master were different.

Sometimes, the master is closer to us than our parents.

In ancient times, many trades required parents to sign their names before accepting apprentices.

Leave the child to me. Whether he lives or runs away or gets injured is up to fate.

If he died during his apprenticeship, that was his fate.

Just like Chen Long, when he went to Yu Zhanyuan to practice martial arts, he had to eat "rattan noodles" every day, which means he was beaten with a rattan stick.

Not to mention the master, even the eldest senior brother would beat him.

But he has the best relationship with Hong Jinbao, who beats him every day.

Of course, a bad relationship is not acceptable either.

In addition to being the eldest disciple, Hong Jinbao's father was also the director of the South China Film Studio. Yu Zhanyuan's "Hua Xia Opera Research Institute" was entirely funded by their family.

The group of fellow apprentices who followed him were able to enter the film industry as martial artists, all thanks to Hong Jinbao's efforts.

Although Big Brother is a martial arts actor, his status in the Hong Kong circle is not low.

So Sammo Hung has the worst temper, and Chen Long is the smartest.

Mr. Yuan Hua, with whom Zhang Yuan once worked, is the landlord.

He is the most kind-hearted among his fellow disciples.

Whenever his fellow apprentices played secretly or made mistakes, he would help cover up for them.

When others were beaten by the master, he would step forward to block them.

At most, he blocked 70 vines for Hong Jinbao at one time.

Even brothers may not be able to do this.

The friendship between master and disciple is like this, and the same is true between master and disciple.

Mr. Yuan is not young anymore.

To put it bluntly, it has reached the stage where each time we meet, we see each other less and each time we get together, we get together less and less.

So he quickly took some time to prepare some New Year's goods.

Melon seeds, peanuts, milk, candies and so on were delivered to the door.

"I read in the newspaper that you donated money to the snow disaster?"

"Yes." Zhang Yuan replied, "But I don't really want to donate."

"It's not that they are unwilling to donate, but those people don't know where to spend the money."

"Hey, just do good things and don't worry about the future." Mr. Yuan understood what he meant and said it with the tone of an experienced person.

"Don't worry about what they do, just take care of yourself."

"Just like the matter with the old Hou family this time, you handled it very well."

"Take care of the things that you should take care of, and pretend you didn't see the things that you shouldn't take care of." The old man squinted his eyes and shook his head as he spoke about his philosophy of life.

When he saw the chaos surrounding the Hou family's inheritance, he felt that this disciple was quite clever.

"By the way, how are you and the little lion from Old Liu's family?" Mr. Yuan asked with his eyes open.

"Mr. Yuan, what you just said is that you should take care of the things that you should take care of, and pretend that you didn't see the things that you shouldn't..."

Yuan Kuocheng: …

It’s not good to be too smart, so just give it back to me... Mr. Yuan curled his lips.

"I'm just kidding. I have an appointment with the Liu family for dinner later this evening. You can come too."

"it is good."

While there was still time, Yuan Kuocheng asked if he had practiced martial arts.

In fact, it is just to find opportunities to explain things to him and teach him professional knowledge.

He is also listening and learning carefully.

I especially carefully observed the old man's figure, movements, expressions, and temperament.

It all works.

"Junior brother..."

dinner time.

I have entertained guests at Hongbinlou many times, but this time I changed to Fengzeyuan, another time-honored restaurant in the capital.

Why do I keep calling myself Laozi?

Since the old man is here, it is not appropriate to drag him to McDonald's...

Fengzeyuan’s dishes are not halal, so you have to be selective.

When Liu Shishi saw him, she narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly.

Liu's parents were also very polite to him.

"I went to the wrap party for The Legend of the Condor Heroes, but you weren't there."

"Yes, I went home. If I had known you would go, I would have waited for you." She said with some annoyance.

"No need, there will be another opportunity later. Tangren is preparing a new play and you will have a chance to act in it."

"I'll probably go too."

"Really!" She beamed with joy when she heard this.

Since her debut, she has never worked with Zhang Yuan.

Seeing her drawn eyes, Zhang Yuan suddenly felt a little excited about the crew of "Chinese Paladin 3".

"Thank you for taking care of our Shishi." Liu's parents raised their glasses to him.

"As it should be, we are all family."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Father Liu suddenly choked when he heard this.

"From Mr. Yuan's perspective, we are a family."

Seeing this, he hurried to explain.

Don't get me wrong!

I didn't do anything to your daughter.

At most, I kissed, hugged, rubbed, and pinched...

For this meal.

Zhang Yuan picked up some food for the two old gentlemen.

The little lion picked up some food for him.

Just take turns clamping it.

"What was that like you just now?" After dinner, Liu's mother blamed her husband.

"What's wrong with me?" Father Liu was puzzled.

"When people talk about family, why do you choke?"

"Isn't it good to be a family?"

"You scared the person, explain quickly." Mother Liu said with her hands on her hips.

"Do you know who arranges your daughter's work?"

“Do you know how much money he makes now?”

"You're still not happy..."

"She is also my precious daughter." Father Liu said dissatisfiedly.

"Come on, your daughter is not a three-year-old child anymore."

"Besides, have you ever seen anyone with better conditions than him?"

"It's better than being cheated by some bastards."

"At least he still has the relationship with Mr. Yuan to protect him. We can't afford to suffer any loss."

After hearing this, Father Liu nodded helplessly.

On the other side, Liu Shishi was chatting with him and the two old gentlemen.

The two old men thought they were a perfect match and they looked pleasing to the eye.

"Junior brother, where are you spending the New Year this year?"

"Would you like to come to my house? I'll make dumplings for you."

Delicious but dumplings, but fun...

Although the picture was beautiful, he still shook his head slightly and rejected the other party's proposal.

"Save it for later. I won't be able to eat it this year."

"Aren't you coming?" The little lion's eyes became a little lonely: "Then where are you going to celebrate the New Year?"

"Foreign."

"Foreign?"

"Yes, I'm going on a business trip to the Lighthouse Country."

Early in the morning on New Year's Eve, he boarded an empty flight to the United States.

He was the only passenger in the entire first-class cabin.

He gave Zeng Jia and Zhao Xinxin a holiday and let them go home to celebrate the New Year.

He gave these two and Yang Siwei a New Year's red envelope of 88,800 yuan, the same as the one they gave at the wedding.

They are usually very busy, so don't force them to work overtime during the New Year.

He dragged a small suitcase and set off on the reverse journey.

During this period, most people still went home to reunite with their families during the New Year, and there was no surge in people going abroad to celebrate the New Year as in the following years.

He thought it was good this way, as it would give him some peace and quiet.

But in the end, I was just overthinking it.

Not only was there no one in the first class cabin, there were also few passengers in the economy class cabin.

So the flight attendants are very idle.

He was recognized as soon as he got on the plane, and seven or eight young ladies took turns chatting and taking photos with him.

Everyone who wasn't in first class has arrived.

The most outrageous thing happened later was that the door of the cockpit opened, and two pilots came out and asked him to take a photo with them.

"You are all out, who, who, who is flying the plane?" he asked tremblingly.

"Trainee pilot, we're flying level now, so it's a good opportunity for him to practice."

"We love watching your performance. If you are interested, you can go to the cockpit and take a look." "We will show you how to operate the plane in person."

"Stop." Zhang Yuan refused directly.

It's a matter of whether you are interested or not.

First of all, it's dangerous.

Secondly, if people knew that I entered the cockpit during the flight, you two would be in trouble and I would be scolded too.

There will definitely be a lot of people saying that I disregard aviation safety, but I can’t afford to be accused of that.

For ordinary people, there is no difference between entering the cockpit and driving a G-Class into the Forbidden City.

They are all the privileged class that is annoying.

Although he knew that many pilots would smoke in the cockpit and even drink strong liquor, especially in the early years.

But if you are unkind, I cannot be unjust.

Mr. Yuan is right.

He is him, I am me, and I won't get involved in your affairs.

The downside of not having an assistant is that there is no one to help him block the fans.

He slept with an eye mask on, and a flight attendant came to ask him if he wanted a drink.

After waking him up, we chatted, asked for his autograph, and recorded a New Year greetings video.

It’s inappropriate for me to curse.

People say I'm a big shot.

I can only endure it.

Even after getting off the plane, a bunch of air traffic controllers pulled me aside to take photos.

It’s the New Year, so I’ll just give them gifts.

Gifts of roses, hand a fragrance.

After arriving in Los Angeles, he first dropped off his luggage at the hotel, and then followed the address to Beverly Hills, the foot of a hill known as "the most exclusive residential area in the world."

The so-called "most prestigious in the world" is actually just a bunch of Hollywood stars and bigwigs flattering themselves.

Just like some villa areas in China, it is known as celebrity communities.

In fact, truly rich people would not bother to live with celebrities.

"Haha, my Chinese friend!"

When they arrived at a mansion, a typical middle-aged white man came up to greet him with a cigar between his fingers and a big laugh.

This person is Harvey, the Hollywood independent producer who I haven’t seen for several years since I met him in Berlin.

In later generations, Beverly Hills would be filled with Jewish flags in April.

Because April is the Passover of the Jews.

Commemorates the myth of Moses parting the sea and leading the Judeans out of Egypt.

After that they went to tease the Europeans...

Beverly Hills is the place with the most Hollywood celebrities in the United States.

The fact that the entire North American entertainment industry is filled with Youtai flags shows that the Youtai Group has long been controlled by the entire North American entertainment industry.

And Harvey is one of them.

"COME ON!"

"Come inside and talk."

He was led to the swimming pool in the backyard.

There, there were already several big ponies in bikinis playing in the water.

It's obvious at first glance that this old guy is going to have another hentai party.

He has no objection to the big foreign horse.

But the two balloons on the chest were reflecting light.

The standard Jia Nailiang.

He is not very interested in this kind of thing.

Old Youzi has one biggest shortcoming, which is also his biggest advantage.

They only care about money.

Harvey was very enthusiastic about him, and the reason was money.

A few years ago, he gave the North American broadcasting rights of "Crazy Stone" to the other party.

Harvey promoted this film as China's "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels" as he said.

It is said that Ning Hao is the Guy Ritchie of China.

It was shown in theaters of all sizes for more than a year at relatively garbage times such as midnight and morning.

He didn't expect that he would earn nearly two million US dollars.

How could Old Youzi not be happy when he made a profit from a business with no capital investment?

Seeing him is like seeing the God of Wealth.

Zhang Yuan contacted this person before coming.

It is said that the sequel to "Crazy Stone" is about to start filming.

He had already established the Asian Film Investment Fund and had close ties with many Chinese film moguls.

Of course, I have also cheated others a lot.

So he understands the Chinese market better than most Hollywood celebrities.

I became interested as soon as I heard about this.

Send me money again!

"Don't be shy, the girls in our country are much more open than your Chinese girls." As he said this, he put his arm around another girl and touched her all over.

The woman didn't feel ashamed and burst into laughter.

"No thanks."

Zhang Yuan saw another big foreign horse approaching him and raised his hand to refuse.

"I traveled across the ocean to come to you during the most important festival of the year in China, but not to do this."

"You really have no sense of humor, my Chinese friend." Harvey spread his hands.

"Okay, let's talk about that play."

As he spoke, his eyes became sharp.

The cunning in his pupils is even difficult to hide.

“Same director, same style, stronger story, it’s that simple.” Zhang Yuan summed it up straightforwardly.

“I am very happy to cooperate with you and hope to reach a consensus again.”

"If the conditions are the same as last time, it will definitely be pleasant."

He also wants to bleach for nothing.

"Mr. Harvey, the number of trial packs is limited."

“Just like when you go to a supermarket to buy something, the clerk can’t always give you free trials.”

"So, how much do you want?" the man asked in a low voice, biting his cigar.

"Two million US dollars, same as before, for the North American broadcasting rights."

200 million US dollars is more than the filming cost of "Crazy Racing".

He knew the other party would not agree to this price.

But the principle of asking for a high price and paying a low price applies to every country.

"Oh, are you kidding me?" Harvey's voice immediately got louder.

"I sincerely invited you to my home, but you insulted me like this!"

"Who do you think you are!"

"Get out of here!" the old guy yelled, scaring the girls next to him so much that they dared not move.

"Then I'll go first, goodbye." Zhang Yuan still had a kind smile on his face, he stood up and walked out.

He also played the "extreme pressure" game on me.

Zhang Yuan knew it very well.

Because the one who was best at this was the golden-haired guy he met at Jackson's house.

This is a standard "bullying" negotiation tactic.

From the perspective of strength, he puts on an arrogant attitude.

Actually, he is quite smart.

Maybe they will be scared by you and even bid the lowest price.

But I can't.

Just go, whoever keeps me here is a dog.

"Hahaha, my Chinese friend, why don't you understand our humor?"

When he was about to reach the door, the old dog with its big belly changed from its violent look half a minute ago to the playful smile it had when it greeted him.

When he heard this, he turned around and responded with a smile.

"No, you just don't understand our humor." After saying that, she hugged him warmly as if she had met an old friend in a foreign land.

You practice American bullying, and I practice Chinese Tai Chi.

We each play our own games.

Harvey laughed and patted him on the back.

But I was thinking in my heart.

This guy is much more difficult to deal with than the Huayi brothers who were played fools by me.

Don’t you Chinese people have a face culture?
When I curse at you, you should feel insulted and extremely ashamed.

I have never seen an Asian who is more shameless than me...

From their first meeting in Berlin, Harvey knew that the yellow-skinned young man in front of him was not a good person.

He knew that he was going to trick the two Wang brothers, but he didn't care at all.

He just wanted to achieve his goal.

For someone like this... Harvey decided not to use his usual tactics.

"Tell me, my friend, what terms do you want?"

I took him back, but didn't go to the swimming pool.

Seeing that the beauty trap didn't work on him, he gave up.

Instead, he went to his study.

He threw a cigar to Zhang Yuan, poured a glass of brandy and pushed it in front of him.

The two of them smoked and drank, and then they started to talk seriously.

"Like I said..." Zhang Yuan exhaled a puff of smoke and placed the cigar on the ashtray.

"I'm visiting on the day equivalent to Rosh Hashanah, not for fun."

Rosh Hashanah is the Jewish New Year.

"I'm not here just for the sequel to Crazy Stone."

"This time, I have two plays for you..."

(End of this chapter)