Huayu: Starting from joining the mainstream entertainment industry in 96

Chapter 33: Go through fire and water, Brother Sheng!

Wang Sheng looked at Li Xiaoran, twenty years old, with her slightly flushed cheeks and eyes that held a mixture of expectation and trepidation under the streetlights.

That witty remark didn't seem to dispel the subtle tension in the air; instead, it intensified the unspoken understanding between them.

He smiled and said casually, "Just kidding. I won't drink the water; it'll be too late when I get home, and my mom will worry. See you next time, Ms. Li."

Li Xiaoran seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, yet also seemed somewhat regretful, and softly hummed in agreement.

Wang Sheng: "You should go back now. I'll watch you enter the residential area before I leave."

"Okay, I'm off then. See you next time."

Li Xiaoran smiled, waved her hand, and then turned and walked into the residential area.

Seeing her enter the residential area, Wang Sheng composed himself and returned to the car: "Drive."

As the driver shifted gears and started moving, he glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Dude, what era are we living in? That girl is obviously trying to invite you to escalate our revolutionary friendship."

"You don't understand, just drive your car."

"Tch~, shall we go back to Beijing Film Studio?"

"Ah."

"You work at the Beijing Film Studio?"

The drivers here clearly inherit the tradition of Beijing taxi drivers, and their main strength is their ability to chat.

Before Wang Sheng could reply, he continued, "Your Beijing Film Studio is really something lately. They dare to charge ten thousand yuan for a wedding video! My goodness! My girlfriend is forcing me to get one for her too. This is killing me..."

He kept talking on and on.

Wang Sheng ignored him and looked at the night view of Beijing outside the car window, pondering Li Xiaoran's situation.

Looking at Li Xiaoran's romantic history, it becomes clear that this girl particularly likes mature, successful men who are also wealthy.

Unfortunately, Wang Shengquan won.

The only drawback is that Wang Sheng is too young.

Li Xiaoran's first love, whom she dated during her time with the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe, was more than ten years older than her. Her subsequent relationships were also with men who were older than her.

Wang Sheng suspected the girl...

Ok.

Li Xiaoran was forced to learn dance by her father, and then she was forced by her father to take the entrance exam for a job at the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe. After that, she ran away from home and was taken advantage of by an older man.

However, Li Xiaoran probably hasn't met that gambling addict yet.

Otherwise, Li Xiaoran would have left the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe long ago.

Wang Sheng didn't care whether Li Xiaoran was a virgin or not. It's normal for men and women to have sex for the sake of friendship. But then again, Li Xiaoran clearly wanted to establish a relationship with him.

Although Li Dabai was quite beautiful, Wang Sheng thought that there were so many other "big flowers" waiting to be slept with, and that it would be too much of a loss to establish a relationship with a woman like this, so he immediately decided to hold back.

A man must first have power and influence to act recklessly and change women as easily as changing clothes.

My career is just starting out. If I establish a relationship with a woman at this time, she won't feel like she's marrying above her station once my career takes off.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

……

"Oh, you're back after dropping off Xiao Li?"

As Wang Shenggang entered the house, Ms. Zhang Xiulan, who was watching TV, turned around and looked at her beloved son, asking him a question.

Wang Sheng didn't mince words: "How did you know I went to see Miss Li off?"

Ms. Zhang Xiulan snorted and said, "That's how your father pursued me back then... Tsk, I thought you weren't coming back tonight."

"..."

Wang Sheng corrected him, "What kind of talk is that? I've only met the girl twice!"

Zhang Xiulan had an air of "I know you too well": "Xu Ling told me that you almost kissed that girl's lips raw during the commercial shoot that day."

Being employees of a film studio and from a family with ties to the arts and culture scene, they didn't shy away from discussing these topics at all.

"Slander! I did it for art. You don't understand art, so don't talk nonsense."

"Anyway, I think Miss Li is quite pretty, with a good figure. She looks like she can have a son. Also, the way she looked at you tonight, her eyes were shining! You've pretty much established yourself, the next step is to think about settling down."

Here it comes... the familiar pressure to get married.

Wang Sheng: "I still have more than two million yuan in debt. Let's talk about it after we've sorted out the company's business and really made it a success."

Zhang Xiulan frowned: "That two million is an investment, you can't think of it as a loan."

"I know, I know, I'm just putting pressure on myself. Okay, I should get some rest. I have to go to work tomorrow..."

"..."

……

The next day.

seven in the morning.

The factory area has awakened, with the aroma of breakfast from the canteen and the faint sound of machines running in the air.

He first went to the newly renovated equipment room.

The door was open, and the sound of things being tidied up could be heard from inside.

Upon entering, one finds Chen Liang's cousin, Chen Meng, meticulously counting and wiping the brand-new Panasonic M9000 cameras, neatly arranging them on the shelves according to their model and serial number.

It seems that when I went to eastern Guangdong to inspect the goods, I must have assisted Chen Liang and learned from him.

"Good morning, Brother Meng."

Wang Sheng greeted him.

Chen Meng lived up to his name, looking exactly like a man from the Chen family: tall and sturdy, not talkative, but with a steady and sharp gaze.

"Good morning, Mr. Wang..." Chen Meng immediately stood up straight upon hearing the voice, his attitude respectful yet neither servile nor arrogant: "The equipment is being inventoried and put into storage. All the equipment that was delivered last night is here, not a single one missing. I have checked it, the outer packaging is intact. We will turn them on one by one later and test their functions."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Meng. I'll leave this to you from now on. Be careful." Wang Sheng nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I guarantee there won't be any mistakes," Chen Meng replied solemnly.

After leaving the equipment room, Wang Sheng returned to the Shengying Media office.

Chen Yu and several other girls had already started cleaning, preparing for the new day's work.

The official start time for work is 8 a.m., but they are currently in a phase of high work enthusiasm. Infected by the thriving company atmosphere, they are even more like they have been injected with chicken blood, wishing they could live at the company.

Wang Sheng opened the filing cabinet and took out a document that had been prepared in advance—an "Equity Transfer Agreement".

He still holds 80% of the shares in Shengying Media, which Han Sanping tacitly approved.

He took out a pen and filled in a few numbers on the agreement.

Just as he was writing, Chen Liang burst in, still a little dazed from a hangover, but full of energy: "Brother Sheng, so early! I saw Mengzi's got it all set, no problem!"

"You've come at the perfect time, saves me the trouble of calling you." Wang Sheng pushed the agreement in his hand over and handed him a pen: "Sign here."

"What's this?" Chen Liang took the pen, didn't even look at the contents, and quickly signed his name where Wang Sheng pointed, muttering, "Is it some kind of training consent form or equipment list again?"

After signing, he belatedly picked up the agreement and glanced at the title—"Equity Transfer Agreement."

He blinked a few times and then looked at the contents carefully again.

"Wait a minute... Brother Sheng..." Chen Liang's expression gradually changed from blank to shocked, his mouth slightly open: "This... this 3% of the shares... are being transferred to me?! 3% of Shengying Media?!"

What is 200 million multiplied by 3% again?

Chen Liang believes that Shengying Media is now worth at least two million.

6 million!
This is 6 yuan that was allocated to him!
"Hmm." Wang Sheng put away the agreement, his tone indifferent, as if he had just given him an ordinary office supplies requisition form: "You escorted nearly a million yuan worth of equipment back from your trip south this time. This is the foundation for the company to expand into the low-to-mid-end market. Your contribution is too great; a bonus alone is not enough. This 3% is what you deserve."

Chen Liang was completely stunned, his hands trembling as he held the agreement. What did 3% of the shares mean?
This means he is no longer just an employee, but has become one of the true owners of this rapidly growing company!

This means that he will receive a share of every penny of the company's future profits!
This far exceeded his expectations of the "reward".

“Brother Sheng…this…this is too precious! I…” Chen Liang was speechless for a moment, and his eyes even became a little hot.

He didn't follow Wang Sheng for that reason; it was more about brotherhood and the passion to adventure together.

Wang Sheng interrupted his potential excuses or emotional appeals, patted him on the shoulder, and said firmly, "Liangzi, when we do things, rewards and punishments must be clear. You took the risks and made contributions, so you deserve a commensurate reward. This isn't about feelings, it's about rules. In the future, when the company grows bigger, this will set an example for all the brothers. Work hard with me, Wang Sheng, and I will never treat my own people unfairly!"

He paused, a smile appearing on his face: "Keep it. We'll use the year-end bonus to buy Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen a big color TV."

Chen Liang looked at Wang Sheng, a thousand words stuck in his chest, and finally nodded heavily. He carefully folded the agreement and put it in his inner pocket, everything understood without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)