HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

"President Cao!"

"Manager Xiang!"

Wangfujing, Xianyizhai.

He fell in love with this place ever since he had his 'black tea' here last time.

"Ta-da!"

"Mr. Xiang, this teahouse is quite something." Cao Guowei exclaimed repeatedly on the way upstairs.

Xiang Nan's eyebrows twitched, and he lowered his head in surprise: "President Cao, you actually know this place?"

Cao Guowei pursed his lips: "I was fortunate enough to come here once."

"Um……"

Xiang Nan stopped talking and adopted a serious demeanor.

In fact, this place is not only for public officials. Some wealthy people with connections can still come, but... without those connections, without an introduction, no matter how much money you have, you can't get in!

"Mr. Cao, this way please."

Xiang Nan led him to a tea room on the second floor. The room was simply furnished: a tea table, tea set, two wooden chairs, a screen, and two women in cheongsams.

"Please sit down."

You're too kind.

The two sat down, and the young lady began to brew tea for them, while the woman behind the screen played the guzheng.

"A good environment."

Xiang Nan nodded, glancing out of the corner of his eye through the wooden door at the courtyard he had come from. "I heard the view is better on the first floor, but unfortunately we couldn't get a reservation."

"Hehehe... That's enough."

The two chatted for a bit, until the woman in the cheongsam began pouring tea for them. Cao Guowei then spoke first: "President Xiang, you invited me here, surely it wasn't just about the lawyer's letter, was it? After all... all the major newspapers, including Sina, have backed down, and the only two stubborn ones are still being relentlessly whipped by you."

"Mr. Cao, the word 'whipping' is well used."

Xiang Nan seemed oblivious to the teasing in his words, picked up his teacup and raised it in a gesture of respect. After the latter raised his cup in acknowledgment, the two of them simultaneously drank a mouthful of hot tea.

"clatter!"

Xiang Nan put down his teacup and looked up at the thin, middle-aged man opposite him: "What does Mr. Cao think the relationship between newspapers and celebrities is?"

Xiang Nan's question startled Cao Guowei.

His words, seemingly a test for the teacher, are clearly unreasonable.

When Cao Guowei was in the entertainment industry, Xiang Nan was just starting elementary school. He didn't think Xiang Nan was such a reckless and short-sighted person.

Combined with his earlier emphasis on the word "whipping," and his lawsuits against more than twenty newspapers...

Cao Guowei's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly looked up at Xiang Nan. He didn't answer Xiang Nan's question, but instead uttered a very bold guess: "Mr. Xiang, is it to break the media's control over artists?"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound of Xiang Nan clapping echoed in the tea room, drawing the attention of the woman in the cheongsam standing nearby.

Such a big hand, if it were to cover me... um! This is Xiang Nan!

The woman in the cheongsam shifted her position, then suddenly felt she couldn't sit any longer and wanted to find another spot to "sit."

"President Cao is truly astute." With a word of praise, Xiang Nan cut to the chase and cut to the chase: "In an era where information dissemination is inconvenient, the influence of traditional media on an artist's reputation is undeniable. What I need to do is break this pattern."

really!

Cao Guowei stared in astonishment at the young man in front of him.

Is he really twenty-one?

It's important to understand that what he just said wasn't just a simple declaration; he was aiming to overturn the status and position of an entire industry.

Cao Guowei's heart was pounding; he felt that this trip might be very fruitful.

But we still need to ask clearly.

Thinking of this, Cao Guowei straightened his expression, leaned forward slightly, and spoke with increasing seriousness.

"Mr. Xiang, you know what you're doing, right?"

Xiang Nan chuckled softly and glanced down at the tea leaves in his cup.

"Um."

"How exactly will Mr. Xiang do it?"

"One opportunity, two conditions."

Cao Guowei raised an eyebrow, picked up the teapot on the table and refilled his cup with tea: "President Xiang, please speak frankly."

Xiang Nan took the tea but didn't drink it. Instead, he held up his finger and said, "The opportunity is to wait for the internet to develop to the point where everyone can use their mobile phones to access the internet."

"Um."

He then held up two fingers: "Two conditions: your technical and leadership skills, and my ideas and international influence."

"Hmm..." Cao Guowei blinked, staring blankly into thought for a long time.

In fact, Xiang Nan's explanation was rather vague, but while laymen see the spectacle, experts see the details, and Cao Guowei actually understood it.

Xiang Nan's idea was to have Cao Guowei develop software using his ideas, and then, once the internet became widespread on mobile phones, Xiang Nan would leverage his international influence to make the software a major success.

When information is no longer blocked and everyone can interact with celebrities through their mobile phones, wouldn't that be the "murder" of traditional print media?

And once they control this channel software...

After thinking for a long time, Cao Guowei suppressed his heavy breathing and looked at the small hill opposite him.

"In what way will Mr. Xiang cooperate?"

"Naturally, they are partners."

"Shares?"

Xiang Nan smiled slightly, "We've finally reached this point!"

The two continued their discussion until midnight, when they finally raised their long-cold teacups and clinked them together.

"Those who are reborn do indeed have a great advantage."

At 1 p.m., Xiang Nan drove his car to the company.

Xiang Nan hadn't originally planned to meet Cao Guowei at this time.

He prefers a brutal capital-driven approach, using money and influence to buy existing shares.

But since the newspapers made such a fuss, we're already here!

……

At 2 PM, on the fifteenth floor of Xingnanfei Group, in front of the recording studio.

"Xiang Nan, this is unreasonable! You can't just put in so many good songs like this." Chen Yaochuan shook his head repeatedly while holding an A4 sheet of paper.

Xiang Nan twirled his fingers, his expression unchanged: "Reasonable!"

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to break the Michael Jackson myth and become a legend with my first album!"

Chen Yaochuan looked him up and down suspiciously: "Putting aside whether it can become a hit, do you think Sony would let you release it like this? Every single song here could be a single on its own!"

Xiang Nan sniffed and waved his hand dismissively: "Why bother with them? I don't have time for them."

"Oh?" Chen Yaochuan was furious. He used to be a director at Sony, and Xiang Nan's words were going too far. "You little brat, you've gotten too big for your britches now. The famous Southern King of the music scene, you don't even respect Sony anymore?"

"Hehe, that's not it!" Xiang Nan took two steps to Chen Yaochuan's side, put his arm around his shoulder and started flattering him: "Sony does have a place in my heart, but that's because of you and President Cui, Brother Chuan. Don't forget that Sony has made things difficult for me before."

"Hey, let go!" Chen Yaochuan twisted his large hand away, stopped chatting, and tapped the A4 paper with his finger: "Your bundled sales method is wrong too! Twenty songs, covering China, Japan, Korea, and the US! If fans from Japan, Korea, and the US want to buy your album, they have to buy a vocational school diploma. Isn't that forced selling?"

Xiang Nan nodded: "It's basically forced buying and selling!"

Simply buying English majors for Europeans and Americans is a very bad strategy.

He is a reborn person, he is Xiang Nan who thinks three steps ahead for every one step he takes!

His objectives are threefold: First, to achieve legendary status in the American music scene and, incidentally, make money. Second, to promote Chinese songs in North America, which he sees as promoting Chinese culture—a positive force that will surely catch the eye of certain individuals. Third, something that cannot be discussed publicly.

In the recording studio, Chen Yaochuan looked at Xiang Nan's arrogant demeanor and pursed his lips speechlessly: "How much are you planning to sell it for?"

"Regular version, purely vocational school diploma, 45 yuan; bundled in pairs, 60 yuan each!"

Chen Yaochuan frowned, took two steps back and sat down on a high stool. Staring at the A4 paper in his hand, he asked the question that had been on his mind: "Why did you make so much at once? You could have just..."

"Brother Chuan!" Xiang Nan interrupted him.

When Chen Yaochuan looked up, he saw Xiang Nan's sincere eyes.

"Do you remember what I said when we were eating at the Sony cafeteria?"

Chen Yaocuan was taken aback. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly burst out laughing: "Haha, a singer who doesn't want to be an actor isn't a good director!"

After saying that, he was startled and turned to look at Xiang Nan, who nodded with a complicated expression.

Chen Yaochuan suddenly lowered his eyes as well.

"You haven't even held a concert yet, and you're already thinking about retiring from the music industry?"

"It will be held for the last album."

"Um……"

Chen Yaocuan shook his head, then rallied his spirits. He stopped mentioning retiring from the entertainment industry and continued talking about his new album:

"Given the quality of your song, I conservatively estimate that recording it alone, working non-stop, will take a month and a half, the music video will take another two months, and then we still need to leave time for the printing plant to produce the records. It should be finished around mid-October..."