HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

"Ron! Old friend, long time no see."

"Han! Come on! You're still so young! The beauty secrets of the East are amazing!"

At the entrance to Xing Nanfei's reception room, two groups of people gathered in the spacious and bright corridor. The leaders, Han Sanping and Luo En, held hands tightly, acting as intimately as brothers who had not seen each other for many years.

"Oh, right!" Han Sanping stepped aside, gestured towards the reception room, and Xiang Nan followed suit.

"This is Xiang Nan, the owner of Xing Nanfei Company, and the initiator of this cooperation."

"Oh?"

Ron turned to look at the person who had come in, and only after slowly raising his gaze did he see Xiang Nan's face clearly.

My first impression was that he was tall! And then he was handsome!

"Xiangnan? You're mixed race?"

"Hello, Mr. Ron." Xiang Nan extended his large hand.

The moment their hands met, Xiang Nan flashed a charming smile: "I'm not mixed race, I just have a rather rugged appearance."

These words were in English. Although Xiang Nan wasn't particularly gifted in languages, he had an assistant named Feng Man who could act as a foreign language teacher at any time, so simple communication wasn't difficult.

"Oh my god!" Ron's double chin twitched, his smile insincere. "What a charming talent!"

You can also call me by my English name: Ryan Xiang!

"A lion?" (Ryan's pronunciation is "Wai En," which sounds a bit like a lion.)

Ron looked Xiang Nan up and down, nodded, and said, "You do indeed have a physique as strong as a lion, Mr. Xiang."

"Alright, alright, you two can exchange pleasantries later." Han Sanping gestured towards the reception room. "Come on, let's talk business first."

……

Ten minutes later, in the reception room, on a square circular sofa.

Ron and his three or five men sat to Han Sanping's left, while Xiang Nan and Han Jianu sat to Han Sanping's right.

When the father and daughter met, they exchanged a subtle glance and then remained silent.

"Ryan Wick!" Ron picked up his coffee cup and blew on the foam on his latte.

His eyes were lowered, but his voice was calm and collected: "The research results from Universal show that this script should be placed on the blacklist beyond the top 100. The script's potential value is so-so."

"Is that so!" Han Sanping slightly opened her eyelids but did not speak.

Xiang Nan lay on the sofa with his legs crossed, tapping his knees repeatedly with his fingers.

The meeting room fell silent, with only the sound of Ron sipping his coffee echoing in the background.

The three people in charge remained silent, but Han Jianu couldn't hold back any longer. She adjusted her glasses, using the gesture to draw her father's attention, and then glared at him fiercely.

Go for it!

Han Sanping smacked his lips, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He frowned and gave his daughter a meaningful look.

Children should not interrupt adults.

Han Jianu wrinkled her nose and suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, coughing twice.

"Ahem!"

Interrupted by her, Han Sanping couldn't sit still any longer. He smiled and looked at his old partner Ron: "What's Global's attitude? How much share do they want?"

Ron's eyes flickered, and he placed the coffee back on the table: "Sixty percent."

"Impossible!" Han Jianu frowned, her urgent voice echoing in the meeting room. "Mr. Ron, Universal already wants 60% of the distribution revenue, and now they want another 60% of the investment share? What are we supposed to eat?"

Ron didn't speak, but looked at the calm Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan twisted his neck, sat up, rested his right elbow on his knee, and his left hand on his thigh.

This posture added a touch of thuggishness to his already domineering appearance.

"Mr. Ron, if you do this, we can't talk anymore. The script, director, and production are all handled by China Film Group and Xing Nanfei. After we finish filming, we can only get 3.5% of the investment (6% for distribution in North America, 0.5% for tax, and 3.5% for investment). You want 60%? What are we supposed to make then?"

"That's your business." Ron's face hardened when he heard the question. "After all, Mr. Lion is directing for the first time, isn't he? And you majored in acting."

Han Sanping frowned.

Ron was indeed well-prepared; he knows Xiang Nan so well. This will make negotiations difficult.

"Since Mr. Ron knows me, he must also know that I'm about to release an album, right?"

"Does this have anything to do with our discussion of market share?"

Xiang Nan smirked: "What if my song could dominate the first half of next year's Beauty Card competition?"

"We'll release it while it's still hot..."

Ron shook his head. "Like I said: this is your problem!"

"Business is business, and market share is market share. No matter how well your album sells or how many fans you attract, it doesn't really affect our market share."

Xiang Nan's eyes narrowed, and he took a deep breath.

Before Han Sanping could speak, Jia Nu couldn't help but say, "This is helping you with distribution! We have the ability to boost box office revenue, shouldn't we..."

"Girl!"

Han Sanping interrupted her, turning her head to give a meaningful smile: "Mr. Ron, Global Times, the situation in the Asia-Pacific region this year is not optimistic."

"Really?" Ron frowned. "I think it's fine."

"I heard that Warner Bros. is holding a global audition for the actor to play Superman."

Ron's eyelids twitched.

He paused, picked up his coffee again, and looked at his old partner, who was also his old rival.

"Han! Can you represent Lion South?"

Han Sanping smiled without saying a word.

In the time that followed, Xiang Nan and Jia Nu witnessed a negotiation fraught with hidden tension.

They were talking, but with different words and different people, yet they achieved the results they wanted.

First, the investments: Xingnanfei 40, China Film and Universal each 30.

Secondly, regarding distribution: in East Asia, it was jointly distributed by Star Overseas and China Film Group, while in other regions it was distributed by Universal.

The director's salary is included in the investment share, but that $5 share sounds rather paltry.

Even though many of Xiang Nan's pre-registered scripts were included in the "black and white" list, his first time directing is still his first time directing.

The rule in Hollywood is: invest in success, not invest in you and "cultivate" you to succeed.

11:00 AM.

Xiang Nan and his group saw Ron off under the company logo. As the rear of the Mercedes got smaller and smaller, Xiang Nan couldn't help but sigh.

"They say old ginger is spicier, and I've certainly learned that lesson today."

Han Sanping looked up at him and suddenly chuckled, "Taken a hit?"

Xiang Nan shrugged: "Not really, it's just that when I thought about my dream of fighting against Hollywood, I suddenly felt that I was very naive."

"Huh? You have such grand dreams?"

Xiang Nan lowered his head and smiled gently at his chief steward: "Before, we thought about fighting Hollywood, but now we've changed our minds a bit. At worst, we can start from the domestic market and work on imported films. Besides, the Chinese market is improving every year, and I believe that one day we will be able to compete with Hollywood."

"Hmm..." Han Jianu remained noncommittal.

Her connection with Xiang Nan began with a song, and now she's been recruited into the company ahead of schedule, but she hasn't adjusted her mindset or values ​​yet.

Han Sanping, standing to the side, sized up the man who had abducted her daughter, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration: "Well said!"

With just three words, Han Sanping didn't say anything more, and patted Xiang Nan on the shoulder again: "Take it slow, and don't be too discouraged. This isn't your fault today. You've never dealt with the Eight Greats before, so it's normal to get frustrated. You'll naturally get better at it as you get to know them better."

"Um... thank you, Chairman Han."

"Huh?" Han Sanping looked up in surprise, then waved his hands repeatedly. "No, no, no, I'm just a vice chairman."

Han Jianu, standing to the side, rolled her eyes and said, "Dad, you'll be the real deal sooner or later!"

"You little rascal!"

Han Sanping bulged her eyes, about to curse, but then paused, shook her head, and laughed: "Hahaha, alright, alright, I'm not going to argue with you anymore, I'm leaving."

Xiang Nan and Han Jianu saw Han Sanping off, marking the end of today's mission.

He raised his hand and tapped Han Jianu's shoulder, then gestured with his lip towards her: "Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria for lunch."

"Um."

Just as the two were about to take action, Xiang Nan's phone suddenly rang.

Xiang Nan's eyes widened when he saw the contact person on the screen.

"Feed?"

"Mr. Xiang, there's a result regarding that matter!"