My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 414 Let's talk business, not emotions.
It really felt like in an instant, the melody of this song was playing everywhere in the streets and alleys.

It quickly rose to become the most popular hit song across the country.

From cities to villages, from schools to hospitals, from factories to barracks, this song can be heard everywhere.

But everyone who wanted to make money by riding this wave was instantly exposed for what they truly were.

Jin Zhuoqun, who seemed to have just taken off, had only enjoyed his sudden wealth for less than a week.

Directly cut off the flow.

Because the total number of video recorders is limited, there is a limit to the number of music video tapes.

Casual tapes are now so ubiquitous that they have been completely distributed to audio-visual markets in many provinces and cities before even being issued genuine tapes.

By the time the goods finally arrived, the supply had been severely depleted, and no one was buying them anymore.

When Jin Zhuoqun called again, he sounded like a wounded wild animal: "Let Weidong! I consider you a brother..."

Wei Dong calmly replied, "If you consider me a brother, you wouldn't silently take the lyrics and music I wrote for you to make money."

Jin Zhuoqun still felt he was quite right: "With such a big business like yours, why would you care about this little bit? Besides, you said you wouldn't credit the song, so I think you're just giving up your share of the sales..."

Let Wei Dong teach you a lesson: "In business, don't think what you want. Everything is done according to the contract. I pay you for your work, not a penny less. I respect all your creations and efforts, but do you respect my work? No matter where this song came from, you took it and sold it for money without asking, and you still have the nerve to come and question me?!"

Jin Zhuoqun was speechless!

Wei Dong didn't mince words: "What do you want from me? I know you're a guest of honor in Beijing now, so there's no need for me to spout nonsense about how it's not dignified to make this kind of money. Just get to the point."

Jin Zhuoqun took a deep breath, seemingly to suppress the anger in his heart: "You've really ruined me. This tape was prepared to be worth a million copies, and I also promised someone to invest two million to build a TV center building in Pingjing. Now I'm completely stuck in this predicament!"

It seems that... he had mentioned this idea to Wei Dong before filming the TV series.

When Wei Dong was thinking about resolving the real estate predicament and had to step in to carry out housing reform and explore commercial housing, Jin Zhuoqun was thinking about building high-rise buildings in Beijing!

That's incredibly audacious!

It's true that people with different values ​​cannot work together.

So Wei Dongle spoke up: "Brother, why can't you reflect on whether this is someone else's fault? If you had released this album legally and reasonably, or even just given me a written explanation, or if it were just a friendly exchange between friends, this situation wouldn't have happened. The root of the problem is your greed. Are you afraid that if you share the profits with me, you won't have two million in revenue? Damn it, in your eyes, I'm worth less than two million. Lao Jin, you really don't value our friendship at all."

Rich people are so ruthless when they speak.

Even Jin Zhuoqun, who was usually so eloquent, was speechless: "I may not have done anything special, but I have put in a lot of hard work. You've made a fortune these past two years, while I've had to act like a grandson all over Beijing!"

Wei Dong was even happier: "Am I asking you to be a grandson? You chose this path yourself, so you have to keep going even if you have to crawl on your knees. There's no need for this moral blackmail. Besides, I pointed out that with your talent, you could do film and television dramas for a long time and television commercials for a short time. If you focus on your career for two or three years, you could definitely become a dominant force. But you chose to try to get rich quick. Is that my fault?"

Jin Zhuoqun was probably frustrated by this: why is it that this guy, who started by selling cheap cameras and sanitary napkins, has always been more sophisticated and high-class than him, even though he has been at a lower level than him at every stage?

Now, with no other choice, I said, "I really need this money urgently, which is why I resorted to this desperate measure to get two million back as soon as possible. I know now that I didn't think things through, but it's too late now. Can you lend me two million? I can't let this investment be delayed."

The capitalists are truly heartless and ruthless: "Now that things have come to this, I'm lending you two million. If you don't pay it back, then you're the one who didn't think things through, and I'll be the one punished. Do you think I'm that stupid?"

Jin Zhuoqun will definitely never find another wealthy person who can both afford two million and engage in fair and impartial communication.

He could only suppress his elation: "I'll give you a higher interest rate than the market rate..."

Wei Dong never discussed interest rates: "No, no, no. If you talk about high interest rates, it means you're not planning to repay. If you're going to borrow, do it in a reasonable and legal way, with collateral. Do you have any assets worth more than two million as collateral?"

Jin Zhuoqun looked like a poor scholar standing in front of a loan shark's pawnshop: "I... I'll mortgage the future profits from the TV series to you..."

The capitalist flatly rejected the idea: "Forget about intangible assets. I only want tangible fixed assets. Old Jin, let me remind you again, you're putting pressure on yourself. Greed makes you only see this TV center building in front of you, and you're willing to go into debt to build it. Actually, at your current pace, you can steadily build it for three to five years without needing to borrow money... Besides, two million is just start-up capital. How big is the building? Do you know anything about building construction? Do you want me to send a construction team to build it for you? I guarantee it will be cheap, high-quality, and reliable."

Wei Dong's perspective and mindset, which are likely those of someone in their sixties, allow him to calmly face the temptations of immense wealth.

There's also the deep-seated fear emanating from tax authorities about what can and cannot be touched. Jin Zhuoqun, in his thirties, simply couldn't do that: "This is too rare, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If it weren't for institutional restructuring, it would be impossible for the construction rights of such a building to be sold—a 26-story building within the Third Ring Road. I plan to use it to gather all the film and television professionals from across the country, from screenwriters and writers to photographers, camera operators, and television production companies..."

His language skills were second only to Wang Zhiwen in Wei Dong's experience.

It combines the nuances of professional speech with the dramatic intonation and rhythm of Yu Qili's style, as well as highly persuasive and imaginative content.

This is an extremely rare composite ability.

In other words, if you really pulled Wang Zhiwen out there, without a script or lines, he certainly wouldn't be able to come up with anything profound or promising on his own.

A nineteen-year-old child needs not only linguistic talent, but also a wealth of comprehensive abilities such as experience, ambition, and artistic talent.

almost impossible.

The transformation that made Wei Dong stand on the basketball court at the age of nineteen was something even someone with supernatural abilities would be completely bewildering at that time.

While selling cured meat, I observed You Qili, learned from Jin Zhuoqun, and saw many others who, with the mindset of people in their sixties, cautiously followed the paths these experts were trying, choosing the most correct direction to gradually emerge.

So now he listened with great interest: "Hmm, very good. Your TV production center will be the best of the best. Use this model to bring together talented people from all over the country. Not everyone can only enter the system or work at various levels of TV stations. I think that private TV production centers can better unleash their abilities and talents."

Perhaps Jin Zhuoqun's dissatisfaction stemmed from these details: "Sometimes I don't even know how to respond to you, Weidong. When I talk to others about these things, they either think they're outrageous and hard to achieve, or they immediately want to work with me. Only you listen and always take it for granted, saying, 'Not bad, we can do it. I have high hopes for you.' You look down on me and take all my hard work for granted."

Wei Dongcai, he's mentally over sixty, while you're just a "young man" in your thirties, yet you're a "big boss" commanding tens of thousands of people and thousands of elite soldiers.

Can one's speech and behavior really become condescending under the flattery of those around them?
He quickly offered a self-criticism: "Old Jin, since we started our separate development in Guozhou, I've always treated you with sincerity. But my attitude was simple: focus on doing business, try my best to help the local people, and enjoy life in a relatively relaxed way. That's enough. But you have an undeniable ambition to stand out and never be second to anyone. So, I've hired you or cooperated with you time and time again, and each cooperation has been successful. The only thing that comes with sharing the profits is that you can't help but want to take all the credit or get the lion's share. But with me... hehehehe..."

At this point, Wei Dong couldn't help but laugh.

He finally understood why You Qili and Jin Zhuoqun could always cooperate with him, but also why they always fell apart.

Both of them were pioneers with vision ahead of their time, bold in their actions and talented.

But all their forward-thinking vision and choices seemed naive and simplistic when faced with their own circumstances.

I can easily extract the best parts from these choices and remove the impurities.

No wonder it made them so frustrated.

This is their selling point, a key quality that attracts widespread support, drawing ordinary people to follow them and drawing attention and resources from all sorts of influential figures.

He ended up intercepting them all: "Here's what we'll do. I have six over twenty-story buildings under construction at the same time recently. I'm very familiar with these things. Currently, the construction cost in China is about 450 to 500 yuan per square meter. Unless there are special techniques or difficult designs, it can generally be completed within this cost range, including elevators, fire protection facilities, and so on. Once you've settled things and want to build it, I'll send my best infrastructure team of demobilized soldiers to help you with the construction. If you insist on mortgaging it, you'll have to use the ownership percentage of this building as collateral. You can mortgage as much as you borrow."

Jin Zhuoqun certainly hadn't expected this conclusion: "Ah... they quoted me around 700 to 800 per square meter, those bastards! 33,000 square meters!"

Wei Dong took the cordless phone, grabbed the calculator the Hong Kong girl had brought back, and quickly calculated the result: a construction cost of over 20 million. This was just a rip-off. Zhuo Qun paid 10% down and probably got a 90% mortgage.

Then, the actual construction cost was only 15 million, but they made several million in the loan stage.
As for Wei Dong's cost quote, Lao Geng and his team were able to complete it at 20% of the original price.

Have all these people in Beijing become so adept at playing the game since 1985?

Therefore, Wei Dong had to leave as soon as he gained fame in Beijing with sanitary napkins and SOD cream.

According to Shen Laosan, is that place a place for ordinary people to stay?

For hundreds or even thousands of years, it has been a tradition for all sorts of people to hunt down newly rich and powerful individuals, employing all sorts of tricks and schemes, all vying for a living around the capital.

He is now almost certain that Jin Zhuoqun has fallen into this trap.

"Brother, I advise you to think this over carefully. There's a high chance that these people are just flattering you because they made money off this show. Stop now, film a couple more shows and take your time. A bright future awaits you."

Unfortunately, Jin Zhuoqun completely ignored the secret code between Rang Weidong and the little con artist.

(End of this chapter)