How can you become a star without money?

Chapter 9 What consent?
The internet in 2010 was the best era of innocence.

Netizens in this era are pure and friendly.

There is a clear distinction between right and wrong, with no hostility or self-interest involved.

In this era, you can truly make a group of like-minded friends online, unlike later on when you could only meet salespeople and micro-business owners online.

You also don't need to worry about encountering online scams.

Because most internet users don't have money to be scammed.

Yao: Are you seniors going to be doing internships?

Bai Ke: You're going to introduce me to a job? You've only just started your internship yourself!

Yao: I've been promoted to a full-fledged official position, and even got a minor post.

Bai Ke: Wow, that's awesome, kid! What kind of job do you get?

'Yao: A pimp.'

Bai Ke: Dad, please take me with you.

Yao: Internship salary 2000 RMB/month, meals and accommodation included.

Bai Ke: ? I'm a top student from Jinling Media.

Yao: Five social insurances and one housing fund.

Bai Ke: Ha, what's the use?

Yao: I can get an internship certificate.

Bai Ke: I'll think about it.

Yao: I'll reimburse your round-trip train tickets.

Bai Ke: You also have three grandsons, you see?

Yao: The bank card has arrived.

Bai Ke: Holy crap, are you serious?!

Yao: A ruler's word is his bond.

Bai Ke: So you're really acting as a pimp?

'Yao: [Private photos of a busty beauty.jpg]'

Bai Ke: Let me tell you, it's not for that. I just want to go to Shanghai to see the Oriental Pearl Tower, 622XXXXXXXXXXX.

Yao: Let me know the time in advance.

Inside a dormitory of Jinling Media.

Luo Hongming let out a strange cry as he looked at the transfer message on his phone.

"What's wrong, Xiao Luo? Did you get a cut?" Liu Hao's lazy voice came from the opposite bed.

"Xiao Liu, shall we go to Shanghai for a stroll?" Luo Hongming asked, swallowing hard.

"What are you going there for? I haven't even found an internship yet," Liu Hao asked, puzzled.

“A netizen said they could introduce us to jobs,” Luo Hongming said.

"Could it be a scam?" Liu Hao became increasingly suspicious.

"The one from the voice acting group, that young master with the voice," Luo Hongming said.

"That aloof and cold Qing Gongyin? Is he really the young master?" Liu Hao exclaimed in surprise.

"I don't know. I just mentioned it in the group last time, and he contacted me today and transferred 2000 yuan to me." Luo Hongming's expression was complicated.

"Damn it, you're selling your ass without sharing with your brothers, hogging all the profits! But you're worth 2000???" Liu Hao roared in anger.

They went out to look for jobs in the second semester of their junior year. There wasn't much demand for broadcasting majors, with the biggest jobs being at major TV stations. However, without connections, it was difficult to get a permanent position, and they might even have to pay for their own work.

For these non-technical skills graduates, the only other jobs available in society are sales-related internships, which typically offer a base salary of 800 plus commission and one day off per week.

2000 yuan during the internship period is definitely a very reasonable salary.

Unfortunately, they couldn't recruit enough migrant workers with 2000 jobs, but they were already able to recruit recent graduates as early as 2008.

Regardless of your major or educational background, the ultimate goal for recent graduates' internships is sales.

"I'm a top student from Jinling Media! How can I not be worth 2000!" Luo Hongming was furious. "A monthly salary of 2,000, with room and board included! The job involves dealing with female models."

"You know me, it doesn't matter whether I sign or not, I just really like Shanghai. When are we leaving?" Liu Hao jumped out of bed with a jolt.

Tianhuo Media's company structure is very simple, mainly consisting of two departments.

Project Department and Administration Department.

The project department is mainly responsible for the packaging and business of its models. This department consists of only one person, He Ming, but he can manage the business of more than a dozen contracted models of all sizes.

Because He Ming also owns a company, he outsources the Tianhuo project to his own company, and then transfers it from one hand to the other.

The administration department is mainly responsible for the company's normal operation, as well as recruitment and investment promotion.

Nominally, it's managed by Wang Yao, and under him are 1 accountant, 1 legal representative, 6 business managers, and 2 photo retouchers.

Including Wang Yao, there are 11 people whose main job is to post recruitment information on various platforms to recruit male and female models.

It's a typical shell company that operates as an intermediary, with He Ming handling the core business.

Therefore, Wang Yao's daily work is very simple.

The main tasks are signing documents and cooperating with interviews, recruitment, and photo shoots.

January is a slow season as the year draws to a close, so the company doesn't have many people conducting interviews. Furthermore, He Ming won't be spending much time at the company lately due to his newly signed contracts with Ma Ruo and Feng Jiao.

Wang Yao has ample time to make his own plans.

I spent the morning getting five individual business licenses from an agency and completing the initial preparations for my online store. In the afternoon, I spent the afternoon browsing news and gathering information to see if there were any bargains to be found, while also chatting with Bai Ke and others in the group chat.

Surprisingly, they actually found two leaks.

Zhao Yihuan, still a nobody, is the future goddess of youth micro-film enlightenment.

Aunt Deng Jiajia, who hasn't filmed "Love 2" yet.

Meishe's Shanghai branch is certainly full of talented people.

Wang Yao was busy all day, and after get off work he took Zhou Cong directly to the printing shop to see the samples.

"This little thing is really quite unique." Zhou Cong held up a Girls' Generation photocard sample in a PVC plastic bag that emitted a strong formaldehyde smell and performed an epic lung-like performance.

"Of course, I use only the best materials and the most advanced cardstock ink, which is usually used on gold cards," the owner said with pride.

"The quality is acceptable." Wang Yao opened a few cards to check the quality and appearance. "What's the price for making a million cards first?"

"Boss, since you buy in bulk, I'll give you a low price: 2 cents for shrink wrap including labor and materials, 3 cents for matte film on cards, 8 cents for glossy film, and 1 cents for solid-color outer packaging. That's 0.6 yuan per matte film and 1.1 yuan per glossy film." The boss grinned from ear to ear.

One million copies!
This is definitely a big client. The last time I encountered such a big client was with those pimps who came after me for the hotel service cards.

"Fixed price, matte film 0.3 yuan per sheet." Wang Yao glanced at the shopkeeper; this old guy was taking advantage of his youth and acting like a jerk.

The cost of matte printing is at most a few cents. The biggest costs for shrink wrapping and outer packaging are electricity and labor, while the cost of materials is almost negligible.

The biggest costs for the small car are design and patent fees, but neither of these are needed for the time being, since there are no competing products on the market and there is no need to pursue quality.

"Boss, that's not how you bargain! Three cents isn't even enough to cover the cost of the materials." The boss immediately looked miserable.

"If they can't do it, I'll find another company," Wang Yao said dismissively.

"Tsk, handsome, add some more," the boss said quickly.

"If that's fine, I'll pay the deposit first and make 100,000 sheets." Wang Yao completely ignored the offer.

"I really can't do it." The boss looked like he was struggling.

“Then we’ll have the chance to work together again.” Wang Yao smiled and nodded, then gestured for Zhou Cong to leave.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, young man, are you sure it's one million copies?" Seeing that Wang Yao was unmoved, the boss quickly changed his tune.

"It starts at one million sheets, but we need to do 10 sheets first to see the quality of your bulk order. If the quality isn't good, we definitely can't cooperate," Wang Yao said, waving his hand.

"These young people nowadays are really something else, they don't give anyone a way to survive." The boss sighed bitterly. "Alright, card or cash?"

"Can you issue an invoice?" Wang Yao asked.

"Young man, if you want an invoice, this price really won't come down." The boss's expression changed.

"Alright." Wang Yao took a contract out of his bag.

After both parties signed the contract, Wang Yao paid by card and agreed to pick up the goods three days later.

"Brother, you don't ask for an invoice, so why would you ask him if he can refuse to issue one?" Zhou Cong asked, somewhat puzzled.

“If we sign a contract but don’t get an invoice, and the quality is bad, we’ll ask for a refund. If he refuses, we’ll say we’re reporting him to the tax authorities,” Wang Yao said calmly.

"Huh? You can do that?" Zhou Cong was shocked.

"When doing business, you must be cautious and ensure that every transaction is documented and every matter is documented in a contract," Wang Yao said, patting his cousin on the shoulder.

After having dinner at a Shaxian restaurant, Wang Yao calculated the cash he still had. He and Zhou Cong had pooled together 70,000 yuan as start-up capital. They had spent 30,000 yuan on the card, and 5,000 yuan on the agency fee and online store deposit, leaving them with 35,000 yuan.

It's enough for the online store to operate for two months. If Bai Ke and his team are willing to come over, they can find an excuse to recruit Tianhuo Media and use Tianhuo's money to do their own thing. This is the right of the legal representative.

Of course, these aren't the only rights and benefits.

Once you understand the actual purpose of the legal representative, you'll feel a sense of liberation.

After dinner, Wang Yao took Zhou Cong for a walk around the dormitory, looking for a warehouse where they could ship orders. The cards were small, and a room could hold hundreds of thousands of them, but they would need a space to make clothes in the future.

After looking around and inquiring about prices, none of them were very cost-effective. Just as Wang Yao was considering other options, Nazha's mother called.

"Xiao Yao, you haven't rested yet, have you?" Naza's mother greeted her with a smile.

"I'm out for a walk with my cousin. Does your aunt need me for something?" Wang Yao didn't waste any words, having already guessed why she was looking for him.

"I discussed your suggestion with my family yesterday, and her father and sister both think it's the best approach. It won't interfere with her schooling and will also create opportunities for her future development," Nazha's mother said with a smile.

“Then I’ll have my legal team draft a contract specifically for Naza. If there are no problems, I’ll then communicate with President He,” Wang Yao said.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to take care of things. If there's an opportunity to collaborate, I'd really appreciate it if you could look after Nazha," Nazha's mother said sincerely.

"Don't worry, Auntie. If we have the opportunity to cooperate, I will raise Naza like a younger sister. So, Auntie, no matter who asks in the future, you can't say that this idea came from me," Wang Yao and Chen Sheng instructed.

"Don't worry, Xiao Yao, Auntie knows you're doing this for our own good. Neither Auntie nor Nazha will do anything to affect you. You might not believe it, but I liked you the first time I saw you. I felt a strange sense of destiny. I felt that if I had a son, he would definitely be like you," Nazha's mother said with a sigh.

"Auntie, you flatter me. I felt very close to you and Nazha when I saw you." Wang Yao made a polite greeting and hung up the phone after coaxing her for a while.

Naza's signing is undoubtedly good news, making it easier for Wang Yao to gain more influence within the company.

He called Zhang San again and asked him to help draft a custom contract.

"Oh, right, Dr. Zhang, could you also help me prepare a consent form template?" Wang Yao suddenly remembered something important.

"What type of consent form template?" Zhang San asked.

Sexual consent.

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(End of this chapter)