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Chapter 332 Can I Act?
"Hey, Master, you look so happy. Is there any good news?" Xiao Li, a painter who has already graduated, could not help but ask when he saw the expression on the face of his former master Lao Wang.

"Nothing good, but the food I ate today was to my liking and I'm in a good mood."

"Did Xinghai from Hong Kong Island come to recruit you?"

"How do you know?" Lao Wang looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this place. He lowered his voice and asked, "Could it be that you too?"

"Yes." Xiao Li nodded affirmatively. "Xinghai from Hong Kong Island came to me and asked me to work there. Food and accommodation are provided. The monthly salary is 3,500 Hong Kong dollars, which is more than 2,000 RMB."

"I can only make more than 200 yuan a month in our factory, which is a ten-fold difference. Moreover, the factory is getting worse day by day. It is better to go out and make some money. Even if I work for a year, I can make more than 20,000 yuan."

"After working for four or five years, I can buy a house in Shanghai. Then I can get married and have kids. I'll have everything. It's not like now. I don't know when the factory will be completely closed down. I'll have to earn my own living with the severance pay. I'm going to go anyway. If I don't try while I'm young, I'll be single forever. I don't want my future wife and my family to squeeze into my 20-odd-square-meter alley house."

"Aren't you afraid that the company will fire you after you go there? Even if you can take a leave of absence without pay, it won't be easy to come back when the time comes."

"Master, you really don't know, do you?" Speaking of this, Xiao Li's desire for gossip began to burn, and he immediately said proudly, "The big star Huang Ze is behind this company. Shanghai people don't lie to Shanghai people."

"Isn't he afraid of losing his reputation?"

"Besides, last year's donation was 100 million or 200 million yuan. How could they be short of a few thousand yuan?"

"Haha." Master Lao Wang nodded, thinking that what his disciple said was right. "If you don't worry about that, it's not a big problem. There are many Shanghainese in Hong Kong Island, and many people can speak Shanghainese. Even if you can't speak Cantonese, living there shouldn't be a big problem."

"Master, you want to go too, right? I told you that Xiaowei is growing up and needs to consider getting married. You have to think about him." At this point, Xiao Li asked curiously, "How much do they offer you?"

"Not much, about the same as you!" Lao Wang smiled and felt that there was no need to attack the self-esteem of his apprentice.

I'm so happy that I don't know what to do with just three thousand five hundred a month.

Little did you know that the price offered to your master was five thousand five hundred.

Your master is your master after all!

Boy, you are still a little immature.

The conversation between Lao Wang and Xiao Li is just a microcosm of the employees in this historic studio.

Under the golden bullet offensive launched by Huang Ze, the painters who were already facing financial problems, increasing pressure at home, and had no projects to showcase their expertise had begun to waver in their wills.

It’s just because we have been working in state-owned enterprises for a long time that we can’t make up our minds for the time being.

Until some young people began to ask for unpaid leave.

The factory director was thinking that the factory was having difficulty paying wages, and a group of people fully demonstrated the workers' spirit of dedication, "If I don't get laid off, who will?" and were willing to reduce the burden on the factory. He immediately approved these people's unpaid leave.

Some people took the lead and jumped out. Those who had no financial pressure at home, or who really couldn't bear to leave home, even for a two-month vacation a year, and those who were not poached by Star Ocean Animation at all, almost no one could refuse the temptation of ten times the salary without the risk.

And Huang Ze made a promise to them.

As soon as the first project is completed, the company will establish a production center in Shanghai. Then everyone can return to their hometown to continue to enjoy the same or even higher salary!
This can be written into the contract.

As for why Huang Ze didn't just set up a production center here, it's actually very simple. It's still not reassuring to rely solely on the employees of the Shanghai Animation Film Studio.

Huang Ze also plans to recruit some people from the United States, and then work together to produce "Lilo & Stitch".

Then, as a free port, Hong Kong Island is obviously more suitable than Shanghai. If we really get Shanghai, the attractiveness of poaching people will be greatly reduced, which will be troublesome. After all, the current Shanghai is not comparable to that in 20 years, or even 10 years.

……

"Boss Huang, I already have more than 30 people signed up. The others said they want to wait and see. But I think they are already wavering. I plan to pay one month's salary to each of the 30-plus people first, and try to strengthen the confidence of the remaining people. I will try to achieve the goal you set of poaching 200 people!"

"Well, if you're going to give it out, just give it out for two months. Be generous and just use the money to overwhelm those weak-willed people!"

This is equivalent to two years’ salary in the factory. I don’t believe they won’t be shaken!
After giving instructions to his men, Huang Ze hung up the phone.

In fact, I don’t have high expectations for recruiting 200 people.

It would be enough if we could recruit more than a hundred people.

There are about 500 employees in the Shanghai Animation Film Studio.

If you exclude administrative staff, how many are left?

No matter how difficult the factory's situation is, the director cannot let all the painters leave. If that happens, the factory will never recover.

So, more than a hundred is considered a success!
The remaining vacancies can be filled from Hong Kong and the United States. More than 200 people are enough.

"Brother Huang, you are so generous!" Jiang Wen, who had heard that Huang Ze had come to Beijing, came to look for Huang Ze and saw Huang Ze on the phone. He vaguely heard something and gave Huang Ze a thumbs up, "You are this."

"Come on, stop flattering me." Huang Ze waved his hand, "By the way, what's wrong with you, brother? You also played Xu Zhu, why is this new project like a bottomless pit?"

"I agreed to invest in you, but you don't have a script, and you don't even know what you want to shoot. This won't work!"

"Is there no script coming to you for me yet?"

"How can that be! I have already written it." Jiang Wen explained while picking up something.

"I'm just afraid of wasting your money, Brother Huang, so I'm trying to be more precise."

"I finally finished writing it, but I still feel like I'm a long way behind you, the Oscar winner for Best Original Screenplay, Brother Huang. I wanted to ask you for your advice."

Jiang Wen handed over the script with both hands with a flattering look on his face.

"There is one more thing." Jiang Wen's face became more and more flattering, and his expression became a little strange, coquettish, with seductive eyes.

What is this bearded man with thin eyebrows trying to do?
"Just tell me straight?" Huang Ze had a bad feeling.

"I heard you're going to shoot a play called Farewell My Concubine. I'm familiar with Farewell My Concubine!"

"Brother Huang, do you think I can act?"

"Overlord?"

"Yuji."

(End of this chapter)