HuaYu: A Great Director Starting with Dream of the Red Chamber

"Director, haven't you gone a bit too far today?"

As soon as Li Yan entered the office, Ding Xiaoxiao, who was drinking soy milk, lit up and ran over, circling him twice and chattering away.

He arrived at the company just in time.

It wasn't that he had a strong sense of time; it was just that Line 1 was extremely crowded during the morning rush hour, and he had waited for three subway trains before he could get on.

If Zhang Qiang hadn't persuaded him so much yesterday, he really wouldn't have wanted to go with him to participate in the proposal.

I haven't even received the three thousand yuan yet!

Li Yan straightened his collar, which was being pushed up to the back of his neck, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Today he was only wearing an inexpensive suit that cost a few hundred yuan, black trousers, a white shirt, and he didn't even wear a tie.

Seeing that she was still circling around him, Li Yan looked at his reflection in the glass door of the office.

"Doesn't fit?"

"It fits me so perfectly, I'm almost desperate!"

Standing at 1.83 meters tall, with a physique maintained through years of martial arts training, plus an air of composure inherited from his previous life.

Li Yan managed to make this outfit look like haute couture.

Ding Xiaoxiao, her face full of grief and indignation, pointed at Li Yong, who was still dazed after coming out of the meeting room, and then at Li Yong, whose face was covered in oil and who was eating a steamed bun.

"Look at this! I didn't mind everyone being so unkempt before, but your styling has raised my standards. How am I supposed to go to work now? This is a work injury! You deserve extra pay!"

Zhang Qiang, who had just returned from the restroom, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth upon hearing this.

"Alright, alright, you think you can get away with this? Don't I have any dignity? Hurry up and pack your things, Wang Hao, go wash your face, let's go!"

……

Zhang Qiang was driving his BMW 530, with Wang Hao in the passenger seat.

Li Yan sat in the back seat, watching Chang'an Avenue rushing past the window.

In 2009, the air in Yanjing was filled with the scent of vibrant life and unbridled growth.

He tried it a few more times recently, and Chinese characters are indeed too profound and complex.

The system still cannot be opened.

He also considered whether he should buy some stocks or get some Bitcoin.

They gave up quickly.

He understands commercial films, but he doesn't understand business.

Back then, the money Hollywood earned was all managed by private equity firms or fund management companies on Wall Street.

To put it bluntly, even if he were to do it himself, he might not be able to pay his taxes properly.

The domestic industry is booming in all sectors, and the film industry is no exception.

Let's focus on getting the director in front of us first.

GG is a director too!

The air inside the car was very quiet.

After all, they were dealing with a large client like Canon, and competing with Ogilvy, a 4A giant, for business.

Don't let Wang Hao's slicked-back hair and arrogant, elite demeanor fool you; he can confidently say he can win anyone over at the company.

From the moment he got on the bus, Li Yan could feel him shaking his leg; he kept shaking his leg.

Even my usually carefree senior brother was gripping the steering wheel very tightly.

Li Yan couldn't bear to watch any longer and offered a few words of comfort, "Senior brother, Hao-ge, relax. It's just going to present a case, why are you so nervous?"

Wang Hao gave a wry smile and glanced back at Li Yan, who remained calm in the back row.

"You don't understand, that's Ogilvy, the Whampoa Military Academy of the GG industry! They can sell a single PPT for a million dollars. What about us? Have we ever taken a order for a million RMB? The difference is huge."

"gap?"

Li Yan laughed, leaned back, and changed to a more comfortable position.

"Brother Hao, times have changed! The fact that Canon called us over clearly shows they're now demanding value for money. They want to save money while still getting good results. When it comes to saving money, we're unbeatable, but when it comes to results..."

He patted the laptop bag beside him. "You guys have no confidence in this thing?!"

Zhang Qiang and Wang Hao exchanged a glance. Although they felt that Li Yan was a bit young and impetuous, his words, though rough, were reasonable, and they did feel much more relaxed.

……

Jinbao Street, Jinbao Building.

It is considered one of the top office buildings in China.

There's also a Ferrari showroom on the first floor, which perfectly matches the name.

After Zhang Qiang finished his call, a pretty assistant in an A-line skirt came downstairs and led them into the elevator.

I walked up to the 16th floor, to the Canon China Imaging Information Products Department.

Just as I was about to enter.

I happened to run into the Ogilvy team coming out of there.

The leader was a man in his forties, with slicked-back hair, frameless glasses, and a three-piece suit.

That air of sophistication is far more pronounced than Wang Haochong's.

He was the creative director of Ogilvy, and the former boss of Simon Wong, Huang Jiawei, and Wang Hao.

Enemy road is narrow.

Upon seeing the person approaching, Wang Hao paused, his expression turning grim.

Huang Jiawei was giving instructions to his assistant when he glanced over out of the corner of his eye. He was taken aback at first, then stopped and put on that professional fake smile with eight teeth showing.

"Hey, isn't this Haozai?"

He walked straight over, laughing as he went.

"I heard that after you left your job, you went to... um, a local agency? Is this your team?"

When speaking, Huang Jiawei deliberately emphasized the word "local".

Wang Hao took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Simon, long time no see."

"It's been a long time."

Huang Jiawei adjusted his glasses and glanced at Zhang Qiang, who was wearing a jacket, and Li Yan, who was wearing a suit.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and curled the corner of his mouth:

"These local companies these days are really something. Knowing they can't compete on proposals, they're resorting to underhanded tactics? Is bringing a male model just for show?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his subordinates around him chuckled.

The assistant chimed in, "If the plan isn't good enough, make up for it with good looks!"

Laughter filled the air.

Zhang Qiang had a short temper and got angry as soon as he heard it. Just as he was about to step forward, Li Yan grabbed him with lightning speed.

We still need to make a proposal!

Li Yan wasn't offended or embarrassed; he politely nodded to Huang Jiawei.

"Looks are part of your overall appeal, and it's better than having your hairline forced out at the back of your head, only to have it rejected, right, Mr. Simon?"

"Pfft... Haha."

Zhang Qiang, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Huang Jiawei's face stiffened, and he subconsciously touched his proud slicked-back hair.

His hairline is indeed a bit dangerous.

"Sharp-tongued and quick-witted."

Huang Jiawei snorted coldly, straightened his tie, his smile vanished, and he put on a poker face, saying to Wang Hao:

"Haozai, let me give you some advice out of consideration for our work relationship. Canon's brief this time is very difficult. Don't waste your time with your cheesy ideas. Go home early and you can save on parking fees."

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Li Yan and the other two again, and led his team into the adjacent lounge with their heads held high.

That's right, Ogilvy was able to communicate with Canon's marketing department on-site after submitting the proposal. That's the confidence of a veteran 4A agency.

However, Huang Jiawei's contempt and arrogance, typical of Hong Kongers, infuriated Zhang Qiang, a man from Beijing: "Damn it, you ungrateful bastard!"

Wang Hao's face grew even uglier. He lowered his head and remained silent. Just moments ago, the memory of being ostracized and humiliated at Ogilvy was still vivid in his mind.

"Alright."

Li Yan patted Wang Hao on the shoulder, interrupting their conversation:

"They're right, parking here is quite expensive. We need to hurry up, sign the contract, and go home. If we dawdle any longer, we'll miss lunch."

He straightened his sleeves, pushed open the conference room door, and turned back to smile at the two of them:

Let's go!

His smile was incredibly irritating.