Entertainment: 1990

Chapter 203 What else?
That night.

"Those two were all smiles when they first started their tour, but after hearing about the benefits and compensation within our company, they started to frown. That expression..."

"Isn't it like saying: 'Giving away hard-earned money to the poor is a sin!'"

"Yes, yes, that's what it feels like."

Hearing Zhang Yan's vivid description, Chen Hong couldn't help but laugh out loud on the phone.

She was now 100% certain that the two Lis had come to learn from her; otherwise, they wouldn't have frowned repeatedly when they heard about the good employee benefits, and nodded frequently when they heard about the strict company rules and regulations.

In China, companies as generous as Yuanmeng are indeed rare. At first, even Chen Hong felt that they were giving too much. However, as Yuanmeng rose to prominence like a rocket, these benefits were no longer an issue. Instead, they increased the cohesion within the company.

After discussing the afternoon's visit, Chen Hong inquired about Zhang Yan's trip to the Football Association.

"It was really just a formality."

Zhang Yan said dismissively, "Those selling health products and sports drinks are the most enthusiastic. It's no surprise that the first sponsor will be chosen from these manufacturers. As for Bright Dairy... athletes eating heavily oiled and salty instant noodles, isn't that pure nonsense!"

Since we didn't expect to be selected anyway, when we were brainstorming, I, representing Guangming Factory, gave a suggestion: Isn't the Football Association worried about the development of youth teams after marketization?

I suggested that the Football Association give a portion of its profits to the prisons, let those juvenile delinquents work themselves to the bone in youth training, and then organize teams to go to the prisons every year for direct recruitment by bosses, with the best players signing contracts in advance, so that they can seamlessly transition to clubs after leaving the labor camps..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Hong burst into laughter, almost unable to breathe.

"What are you laughing at? This way, we can not only deal with the excess energy of juvenile delinquents, but also give them a way out so that they don't commit crimes again and suffer again."

Zhang Yan actually thought that juvenile delinquents best met the criteria of being 'strictly managed, energetic, daring to fight, and undisturbed by external factors'. With proper training, they might actually become talented individuals.

Moreover, if the Football Association is willing to spend money, it can improve the food conditions in the labor camps, which will save people from making a fuss about it. It's a win-win situation.

Unfortunately, the Football Association leadership did not heed their advice and even criticized Guangming Factory for talking nonsense.

The two chatted for a while longer about the official establishment of the film and television company in July and the submission of project proposals to the State Administration of Radio and Television, before Zhang Yan hung up the phone.

Back in the private room with his mobile phone, Chen Zhipeng was leaning back in his chair, chatting comfortably with Chen Daoming. Guan Hu, standing next to him, was dazed and confused, clearly having drunk too much again.

Drama Film Journal gave "Hair Messed Up" high praise, believing it pioneered a new genre and that the "death rock" segment deserved at least a cinematography nomination.

This guy got so cocky, he practically wanted to spend all his time soaking in a wine jar.

Seeing Zhang Yan return, Chen Zhipeng joked, "You've been on the phone one call after another. My factory with thousands of employees isn't as busy as you. What are your plans for tomorrow? Are you still going to the Football Association?"

“I’m not going. If you really want to get involved, let’s set up two celebrity football teams next year and organize a charity match called the Bright Cup. That way, we can gain fame without getting involved in all that mess, and it won’t cost much.”

"Then tomorrow night..."

"I have an appointment with Cui Jian tonight to discuss some matters."

"What, you want to drag Cui Jian along to fulfill his dream too?"

"No, it's for personal reasons."

As Zhang Yan spoke, he pulled up the muddy tube and said, "That's about enough, I still have to take this 'ginseng' back to the Beijing Film Studio's staff quarters."

"Okay, let's get together again when we get back to Tianjin."

Chen Zhipeng stubbed out his cigarette, and he and Chen Daoming got up and walked out.

As I went outside, I ran into several bosses who were cursing and swearing. They were all sponsors who had been called in by the Football Association. The one leading them was Mr. Li, the owner of Jianlibao.

This restaurant is near the Sports Federation, so it's not surprising that we bumped into each other.

Upon seeing Chen Zhipeng, Boss Li greeted him first, then gritted his teeth and asked, "Mr. Chen, guess which one the Football Association ultimately chose?"

"It's already booked?"

Since Chen Zhipeng wasn't hoping to secure the naming rights, he wasn't very motivated to inquire about it.

"That's almost it."

Mr. Li said disdainfully, "I don't find it strange that the higher-ups want to find foreign companies as sponsors, but to find a cigarette company as a sponsor... well, that makes sense. These days, if players want to play, they have to buy the coach two Marlboros first."

He has reason and right to be angry. Last year, Jianlibao funded the establishment of the Jianlibao Youth Team. Although it also had the intention of advertising, it was the first company to be willing to spend a large sum of real money to support the football cause.

Now that the Football Association has abandoned Jianlibao and chosen a foreign tobacco company as its sponsor, it's no wonder Mr. Li is furious.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhipeng couldn't help but look at Zhang Yan, thinking to himself, "Didn't you say our instant noodle factory wasn't suitable for naming rights? Turns out, a tobacco company ended up getting the rights." Zhang Yan shrugged and said, "The key is that it's a foreign company. Why don't you try a domestic one?"

Mr. Li, the owner of Jianlibao, noticed Zhang Yan at this moment and laughed, "Young man, your suggestion was brilliant! Forcing juvenile delinquents to undergo youth training... Haha, it's a pity the higher-ups didn't want to adopt it, otherwise we would definitely be able to qualify for the World Cup!"

Then he said to Chen Zhipeng, "Mr. Chen, I like this young man. Why don't you reluctantly part with him..."

"Haha... Mr. Li, you've misjudged him."

Chen Zhipeng interrupted him with a loud laugh: "This is President Zhang Yan. His record company and agency are among the best in the industry, and he's about to enter the film and television industry. If we're talking about personal wealth, I'm afraid all of us state-owned enterprise bosses combined might not be able to match his."

Upon hearing this, Boss Li appeared quite surprised. After someone whispered an explanation in his ear, he stared at Zhang Yan for a few more moments and exclaimed, "Truly, heroes emerge from among the young!"

Then he proactively handed over his business card and said, "I love interacting with young people. Let's sit down and chat sometime."

Zhang Yan also hurriedly presented his business card with both hands.

Then the two sides mingled together and walked out in a noisy commotion. During this time, a short man even went to Zhang Yan to exchange business cards.

Zhang Yan didn't have time to look closely at the time, but after helping Guan Hu into the car, Zhang Yan suddenly remembered that this was Li Ning from the gymnastics team.

Send Guan Hu back to the Beijing Film Studio.

Zhang Yan returned to the small courtyard near the China World Trade Center and found the lights on inside.

He thought it was Tao Hong, but the iron gate was still locked.

Did I forget to turn off the light?
Zhang Yan opened the door with a puzzled look and went inside. A figure came out to greet him, rubbing his eyes and complaining, "Why are you so late? I was almost asleep waiting for you."

As he spoke, he turned and went back into the inner room.

"Jiang Shan?"

Zhang Yan locked the courtyard gate from the inside and chased after him, asking, "How did you get in?"

Currently, only Chen Hong, Tao Hong, and Wang Luyao know where the key is stored; even Zhou Tao is unaware of the existence of a spare key.

"Use a VPN."

Jiang Shan said matter-of-factly, "You didn't give me the key, how am I supposed to get in without climbing over the wall?"

"Then how did you get into the house?"

"I can open that door latch of yours with just a flick of my ID card."

Got~
It seems this courtyard needs to be renovated.

Zhang Yan retorted speechlessly, "Are you an actor or a thief? Aren't you afraid Chen Hong is in there?"

“What’s there to be afraid of? If we really run into each other, I’ll just say I’m here to collect a debt. Anyway, she knows about our relationship.”

Jiang Shan sat cross-legged on the sofa and said, "Let me tell you, when we were filming 'Addiction,' our teacher Wang Zhiwen even tried to flirt with me—he's Xu Fan's ex-boyfriend, and he's handsome and a good actor."

As she spoke, she glanced at Zhang Yan out of the corner of her eye, waiting for him to continue asking questions.

"Oh."

Zhang Yan nonchalantly brewed himself a pot of tea, sipping it slowly from the cup.

Seeing that he ignored her, Jiang Shan angrily reached out to kick the coffee table, but Zhang Yan quickly grabbed her and stroked her long white leg upwards.

Although Jiang Shan was still angry, he aroused her somewhat, so she took the initiative to raise her hands and let him take off his shirt.

Zhang Yan simply covered her head with his shirt, tied it into a bow, patted her forehead, and said, "Wait here, I'm going to take a shower first."

As he spoke, he went out the door and headed towards the restroom in the southwest corner.

Jiang Shan struggled desperately to take off her shirt, then chased after him, cursing loudly, "Zhang Yan, you're a heartless bastard!"

Zhang Yan poked his head out from the bathroom: "What else? Do you want me to control how you can't find a boyfriend?"

Jiang Shan was stunned.

Even after Zhang Yan finished her shower and came out, she was still standing shirtless at the door, lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)