The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 250 Indeed Not Honest
The reason why Fan Bingbing is annoyed and depressed is not because she doesn't like money. Right now, she needs to show off her status at the party, so the more money the better.

But the thought that her scoundrel would also take a share made her uneasy.

Even after deducting various expenses, such as the share given to the Korean company, the cost of developing channels and conducting promotions, salaries, and server maintenance, the final net profit was only 4000 million, but the share given to the scoundrel was still 120 million.

This is even with only 3% of the profit-sharing rights.

Like a certain Angela, Fan Bingbing also knows that she can spend a lot of money on a scoundrel, but she absolutely cannot let the scoundrel himself be rich, otherwise he will definitely run away.

Well... okay, after simulating the upper-middle ending, in most cases the scoundrel won't run away, or rather, he won't run away directly, but in the end he will always draw a line with her for one reason or another and just be ordinary friends.

Fan Bingbing racked her brains but couldn't figure out what went wrong. Besides, she had no advantage over that scoundrel except by being shameless, persistent, and desperate. So she could only look for other solutions, such as finding a way to control his wealth.

If he can only get money from himself... well, to be precise, from them when he buys big items, the situation is self-evident.

She believed they should all think the same way.

However, Gao Yuanyuan's expression remained calm: "What's the problem? You don't intend to honor the contract."

"Oh my, Sister Yuanyuan, the revenue for the first four months of this year was 1.8 million. Do you know how much the revenue will be this year? I asked the finance department, and even taking into account those unstable factors, the most conservative estimate is 5.5 million. The net profit is at least 1 million, and we should give them at least 300 million!" Little Fan said loudly.

"So what?" Gao Yuanyuan retorted, her tone quite impolite.

"So..." Little Fan paused for a moment, then patted his head, "You've led me astray."

She snatched the financial statement the other person had mentioned and shook it twice: "Tell me yourself, how much money can you get from major banks with this? At least ten times, right? He owns 5% of the shares!"

"Fan Bingbing, when will you put away your petty cleverness?" Gao Yuanyuan looked at her. "I only have one question for you: if you were him, if you didn't have the system and weren't an actor, and you came to Beijing after graduating from high school at 18, could you earn 100 million yuan in two years through normal means on your own?"

She hesitated for a moment, then changed her terms: "Well, considering you're a woman, let's make it 50."

"I..." Fan Bingbing wanted to say no problem, but after thinking about her situation carefully, she couldn't be sure.

Each has its own system, and each can simulate the other, so naturally they have some understanding of what they are like.

But she stubbornly insisted, "He earns money... mainly because of us..."

However, Gao Yuanyuan remained unmoved: "Don't beat around the bush, Fan Bingbing. What I'm asking now is, can you or can't you?"

Fan Bingbing fell silent.

“Then let me ask you another question,” Gao Yuanyuan sighed, “If he were to ask Li Yunxin for 500 million yuan now to start a new game company and then distribute Korean online games, do you think Li Yunxin would lend it to him?”

Little Fan pursed his lips. Not only would he lend money, but he would even buy the game he wanted to distribute, and then give him the lowest possible distribution fee. If necessary, he would also provide a one-stop service, including operation and promotion, so that he could directly reap the benefits.

Thinking of this, she was suddenly startled, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

"Do you understand now?" Gao Yuanyuan looked at her changing expression. "He seems to be under our control, but he can actually leave at any time if he doesn't want to continue. You should have simulated this situation many times."

“That’s why I…” Little Fan wanted to explain, but Gao Yuanyuan interrupted him before he could finish: “Do you really think that this method can trap him? Do you really think that as long as you do this, he will definitely not leave?” Little Fan’s breathing became rapid.

“I know you want him to be unable to leave us,” Gao Yuanyuan looked into her eyes with a scrutinizing gaze, “but you’re not sincere.”

Fan Bingbing's chest heaved violently, but she ultimately said nothing and turned to leave the room.

"Not sincere...sincerity my ass!" Back in her room, she grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor several times, utterly frustrated. "How much more sincere do I have to be? How much more sincere do I have to be! What does he want? Didn't I give it to him? He didn't say! How am I supposed to know if he doesn't say? If he did say it, even if he wanted the moon, I would find a way to get it from the sky! At most, I would just tell him that I wasn't capable enough to get it!"

After venting her emotions, she finally managed to control herself, but even after sitting down, she was still panting heavily.

Just then, his phone rang. It was his secretary, Qin Lan, calling: "President Fan, the film crew is back."

"Okay, I understand." Little Fan took a deep breath to calm herself down completely. After waiting a few more minutes, she arrived at the hotel lobby and saw a group of people behind her, including the dog of a man who was pulling and tugging at Zhou Haiming.

Oh, "pulling and tugging" isn't quite the right word. To be precise, Zhou Haiming actively pulled Xu Jiuyang into conversation, while Xu Jiuyang responded casually, just like he usually dealt with me.

Clearly, Gao Yuanyuan's skill could even cure lupus.

Thinking of this, Fan Bingbing couldn't help but clench her fist, but quickly relaxed it. After greeting everyone, she came to Xu Jiuyang and said, "Xu, I need to talk to you about something."

“Okay,” Xu Jiuyang nodded, then said to Zhou Haimei, “Sorry, Sister Haiwei, the boss is looking for me.”

"Okay, I'll come find you again later." Although Zhou Haiming was reluctant to part, she was still quite generous in her actions.

They returned to Xu Jiuyang's room together, and the scoundrel finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, Fan, you saved my life. That Miss Zhou was just too... I don't know how to describe it, but she was a bit suffocating..."

After he rambled on and on, he realized that Fan Bingbing hadn't said a word, just sat in her chair, looking at him with a dejected expression.

"Are you alright?" Xu Jiuyang came up to her and waved.

"It's nothing..." Little Fan replied weakly, "It's just... I got scolded by Sister Yuanyuan. She said I... she said I wasn't sincere with you."

"Huh?" Xu Jiuyang was baffled. "What's going on here? How did this get to sincerity?"

“Yes, yes, yes,” Fan Bingbing nodded immediately, even showing a hint of excitement at being recognized. “Tell me yourself, am I sincere or not!”

However, Xu Jiuyang spread his hands: "Not being honest."

"Yeah, how could I... Huh?!" Little Fan's eyes widened. "What... what do you mean?!"

“It’s definitely not sincere,” Xu Jiuyang said seriously. “Although I don’t know why you’re going to such lengths to win me over, I can be sure that liking me is only a tiny part of it.”

"I..." Little Fan was speechless, glaring angrily at the scoundrel, but a sense of fear lingered in her heart.

"Don't worry, I don't really care. After all, I know what you've done. Besides, I promised to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't make any mistakes," the scoundrel said with a smile, reaching out to flick her nose.

(End of this chapter)