HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

11 month 15 day.

Something happened in the film and television industry.

What seems like a trivial matter to ordinary people is a major event in the entertainment industry.

That day, film critic Wu Guo browsed film and television information online as usual.

For the average moviegoer, they usually only find out when a movie is being promoted.

But film critics are different; they follow the film's production and release from the very beginning, from its inception to its final release.

Fortunately, GD's official website has notes on his movies, so he never misses one.

In a rented room in Shunyi, Wu Guo made himself a cup of coffee, picked up a pen and paper, and went to his computer.

First, I opened a pirated P2P media player called "MouGou" and played Nanmei's "What's Wrong?" Then I opened GD's official website and started following information.

"Project approved today, hmm... Xing Nanfei's 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy 1'?"

Wu Guo stared intently, picked up his coffee, and took a sip. "When did Xing Nanfei, this film and television company, start?"

He shook his head and continued reading.

"Xing Nanfei & China Film: 'John Wick'? Hmm—this doesn't seem right!"

Wu abruptly put down his coffee cup, not even noticing the coffee spilled on the table. He clicked the mouse and began to look up information about the company.

"Holy crap! Nanmei?"

Wu Guo's eyes widened. When did Nanmei start a film and television company? And she even got involved with China Film Group?

He sensed that something was amiss and quickly opened Sina.com and Tianya Forum.

Xiang Nan's account has been updated with the news that filming for the TV series is about to begin.

He then browsed through the trending topics.

"Holy crap! Tangren is suing Xing Nanfei?!"

"Tangren Media attempted to purchase 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' for four million, but Xing Nanfei intercepted the deal midway. Tangren Media angrily criticized Xiang Nanfei for being unethical and disrupting healthy competition in the industry. They then filed an appeal demanding the return of the copyright."

"Isn't this normal business?" Wu Guo took a closer look at the news and found no other suspicious activity.

He then went to his QQ group within his circle and finally learned the whole story from there.

It turns out that Tangren and Daewoo had already agreed on a contract, but Daewoo went back on their word because someone offered a higher price.

To put it bluntly, they're trying to sell at a higher price.

Tang Dynasty woman Cai Yinong was furious. She argued with people about morality, but they wouldn't listen, so she had no choice but to bid.

She had just asked for 420 million when Xiang Nan immediately said 500 million over the phone.

Before the surprise on Da Yu and the others' faces had faded, Xiang Nan added: 600 million.

Tsai Yin-nong: ...

"Wow, there's even this kind of play."

Wu Guo took a deep breath.

He had never seen such a style of play before!

Even established companies like Huayi are fiercely competitive when it comes to bidding for investment amounts, yet this Nanmei seems to have plenty of money, offering an extra million right off the bat.

"Is it reliable for Nan-mei to act in TV dramas?"

……

"This guy is unreliable!"

At Xing Nanfei's former studio, Chen Yaochuan, sporting dark circles under his eyes, looked at this headstrong guy and said, "Can you please speak properly?"

Xiang Nan licked his lips, a faint tooth mark visible on his tongue. "Okay, I'm all set."

Chen Yaocuan rolled his eyes and glanced at him sideways: "Whether you make movies or TV series, I won't interfere if you're reliable or not. But what about your album, brother!"

"I have my own considerations for the album." Xiang Nan held two invitations in his hand, frowning as he replied.

These two invitations...

One dish is enough to give you a headache, and the other dish is even more of a headache.

"You're going to consider it? You're kidding me!"

"Bang!" Chen Yaochuan slammed his hands on the table, glaring at Xiang Nan and threateningly saying, word by word, "As long as you're still at Sony, you're under my control. Albums, albums, albums!"

Xiang Nan stopped what he was doing, looked up at his brother Chuan, and said, "Stop pretending."

"Why!"

A flash of ferocity crossed Chen Yaochuan's face. He angrily pushed over the pen holder on the table: "What are you going to do about it? If you don't release an album this year, what do you plan to do in 06 and 07? Don't forget your contract stipulates three albums!"

Xiang Nan clasped his hands together on the table, then quickly changed the subject: "Brother Chuan, what about you? Have you made up your mind? Are you going to be the music director at Xing Nanfei? You know Zhang Jing is still too young and can't keep up with Mai Zhenhong, who just joined the company."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yaochuan let out a long sigh and slumped into his chair.

He understood everything Xiang Nan was saying. He was also a director at Sony, but he could only be a director for life.

As for Xiang Nan... he did promise him shares, after all, he's the little brother I've always taken under my wing.

"Hey handsome! Want to be my underling?"

"Screw you!" Chen Yaochuan joked with him for a couple of minutes before getting back to the point: "My contract expires next April."

Xiang Nan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"I'm very expensive!"

Xiang Nan pursed his lips, his eyes full of disdain: "I gave you ten million in signing fees. I've already spent three hundred million, what's a little more money to you?"

"Three hundred million—" Chen Yaochuan drawled, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it.

Xiang Nan leisurely raised his finger: "In terms of the film industry: the operation, construction and rent of a cinema is about 20 million, and I can only open five cinemas for the time being; the rest: 40 million for the headquarters building, 50 million for department construction and recruitment, 10 million invested in Fei Nan Capital, and 100 million prepared for film and television dramas."

Chen Yaocuan remained silent.

I had always suspected that this person wasn't the type to settle down in the music industry, but I never expected him to be such a troublemaker!

"I'd like to remind you of two things."

Xiang Nan shrugged and continued working on the documents. "Okay, go ahead."

"Firstly, there's the album. You've been silent for a year, and your fan base is starting to dissipate."

"Um."

"Secondly, it's about the fans. I heard they've been organizing a riot recently, coming to your studio to ambush you. In Guangdong, the fans in Causeway Bay have even prepared cleavers."

Xiang Nan paused, then looked up uncertainly: "Are you sure?"

Chen Yaochuan shrugged in response, saying, "You'll know for sure once it's in your stomach."

"Gulp..."

Xiang Nan swallowed hard, paused, and then forced himself to calm down. "It's alright. We're moving headquarters this afternoon anyway, so come with me to see your future workplace."

"There's no way to avoid it."

Xiang Nan shook his head again: "We live in a society governed by the rule of law."

"You've forgotten Wu Ruofu..."

Xiang Nan: ...

3 PM, Fengxiang Science and Technology Development Zone, YS Town.

Liu's mother drove her own pony, carrying her daughter, through a grove of trees, and arrived in front of a building.

She blinked, looked around, but didn't see Xiang Nan.

The building in front of me is twenty stories high, and many glittering plaques can be seen on the exterior of some floors. There are thirty to fifty people standing in the plaza in front of me. To the left is a large ground parking lot, and to the right is a strange cluster of low-rise buildings, which are not clearly visible.

"This place is way too remote."

Yifei peeked out and looked around: "I think it's alright. The road is surrounded by trees on both sides, and the scenery looks pretty good."

Liu's mother didn't reply. She parked the car, got out, and looked around for a while. Only after seeing that there were no paparazzi did she let her daughter get out of the car.

"Sister Sissi!"

As soon as I got off the bus, a sweet female voice rang out; it was Feng Man.

She was already short, and she was squatting at the entrance of the parking lot, which is why the two of them didn't see her.

"Manman?"

"Sister Sisi, Brother Nan's ribbon-cutting ceremony is about to begin, come quick!"

Yifei blinked, not understanding what Feng Man meant.

Why would I go over there for the ribbon-cutting ceremony for that big piece of wood?