Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

"elder brother?"

On the sixth floor of Huayi Building, Wang Zhongjun was not in his office.

Seeing this, Mr. Wang didn't rush to look for it. He took two steps to his brother's desk, skillfully opened the drawer, and took out a box of Cohiba.

"Click—"

Suddenly, the door to the rest room opened, and Wang Zhongjun poked his head out. He didn't say anything when he saw his younger brother's actions, but instead gestured for him to come inside.

Wang Zhonglei lit two cigars, one in his mouth and the other in his hand, and walked towards the rest room.

Upon entering, the floor was spotless, with easels and paints laid out on it, and many paintings hanging on the walls.

"Brother, here you go."

As he took the cigar, Mr. Wang kept his eyes glued to his painting, asking about the progress: "How's the online update?"

"Hey!" Young Master Wang smugly showed his brother, unfolding his tablet: "Our online army has given him a thorough dressing-down. That bastard Ye Chongchong of his is truly ruined this time; his reputation is destroyed!"

Upon hearing this news, the eldest brother's brows relaxed considerably. He stopped painting, patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and said, "I have always believed in your abilities. We brothers complement each other perfectly, one managing external affairs and the other internal affairs."

As they spoke, the two went outside and sat down on the sofa.

"However..." The king's expression turned quite serious at this point, "But let me remind you one more time, keep yourself from scaring yourself half to death!"

Wang Zhonglei pursed his lips and agreed, "I understand, I'll be more careful in the future."

"Um……"

The king was relieved.

To them, Ye Chong was no different from a roadside ant. They thought he could at least make some waves, but they didn't expect that he couldn't even find money or channels for online trolls, and his directorial debut, "May Love," was a complete flop.

"Hehehe... Still so inexperienced! Zhong Lei, 'Kekexili' can be moved up to the summer season."

"But what about Colombia..."

……

"Did Xiao Cui ask me out?"

In a courtyard house on the Third Ring Road in Kyoto, Wang Jinghua's brows were tightly furrowed, creating several forehead wrinkles.

"When and where?"

"Okay, okay, I understand."

At 3 PM, at that garden in Wangfujing.

Xiao Cui stopped in front of the dark corridor, raised his hand and touched the vermilion pillars, his expression as gloomy as the weather outside the eaves.

"Little Cui?"

Xiao Cui turned around and saw Wang Jinghua, an old acquaintance of Huayi.

He was so familiar with the person in front of him that he once hated him!

"Good morning, Sister Wang."

"You..." Wang Jinghua took two steps forward and took his hand, her eyes full of pity: "Why do you look so haggard? You need to take care of yourself!"

Xiao Cui's gaze was gloomy, and the dark circles under his eyes made him look dejected.

"Sister Wang should know very well why I acted this way. After all, the chubby guy under you won the Hundred Flowers Award for Best Actress by slandering me."

"You..." Wang Jinghua wasn't angry; instead, she sighed deeply, "Cui, don't say such hurtful things. Sister Wang is just an agent, and Little Fatty is just an actor. We can't decide anything!"

"That's why I'm here!" A glint suddenly appeared in Xiao Cui's eyes.

"So I found someone who can decide the course of things. Even if we can't bring down this behemoth, we want them to see that I, Cui Yongyuan, an ant, can still take a big bite out of them!"

"What do you want to do!" Wang Jinghua raised her voice, looking him up and down suspiciously. "Have you been bewitched? Why are you acting so irrationally?"

Without saying much, Xiao Cui raised his hand, extending an invitation: "You'll find out soon enough!"

……

……

The weather in mid-July is already hot, and now the dark clouds, filled with moisture, are pressing down, making people even more irritable. The usual noisy cicadas are nowhere to be heard.

In the courtyard, Chen Zhixi didn't care about the rain; she was holding documents and excitedly telling Ye Chong what was going on:

"The four songs, 'Seeking Buddha,' 'The Wolf Loves the Sheep,' 'Autumn Never Returns,' and 'Wait a Minute,' have accumulated 7000 million downloads, accounting for..."

Chen Zhixi's mouth dropped open; even someone from a wealthy family like her was somewhat shocked by this number.

"How much?" Ye Chong flicked his cigarette.

He was also curious about what number could scare his older sister.

"1.12 million in revenue!"

"hiss--"

Ye Chong's fingertip suddenly lit up with a red star, and he exhaled a puff of white smoke for a long time without finishing.

"That's awesome?"

"Be civilized."

Chen Zhixi, as expected of a well-bred young lady, quickly adjusted her mindset; in fact, she even felt a little regretful.

"It would have been so much better if you hadn't given Warner a cut of the profits; it's all your fault!"

"Heh..." Ye Chong's eyebrows twitched, and he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"Sis, you can't just think about the cash flow. First of all, Warner can help us legally avoid taxes. If it's personal income tax, we'll have to have a small portion of it deducted from our paychecks."

"Secondly, without Warner, do you think the operators would give up 40% of their profits? They usually want 50%, and only Warner can squeeze 20% out of them!"

"That's true..." Chen Zhixi thought about it carefully and realized it was indeed so.

When people are short of money, they tend to be rational and are more likely to make the right decisions.

Even if you put those two amateurs in charge, they wouldn't be able to sell as many Warner products.

Coming to his senses, Chen Zhixi began to inquire about the next steps in the plan.

Suddenly rich, she hadn't yet figured out how to spend her money!

"We've managed to get forty million this time! Have you decided how you'll use it?"

Chen Zhixi's idea was for him to invest in Feiye, as she herself could make several million from the ringtones, and then inject that money to completely corporatize the company. Ye Chong had previously promised her 10% of the shares!

Across from Chen Zhixi, Ye Chong shook his head without a second thought and simply raised one finger.

Her eyelids twitched: "You only left ten million? What are you going to do with the other twenty million?"

"It's one million!"

"Bang!" Chen Zhixi slammed his hand on the stone table and stood up: "What did you say?!"

"Director Ye Chong!"

Chen Zhixi's momentum faltered again. He turned around and saw that Xiao Cui had brought Wang Jinghua to the courtyard.

"Haha, Sister Hua!"

"You are... Ye Chong?"

Ye Chong stood up, stretched out his hand, and took two steps to stand in front of the two of them. Chen Zhixi quickly tidied up the stone table and benches, and ordered a bunch of desserts and tea.

"Hello, Sister Hua, it's an honor to meet you."

Wang Jinghua shook hands with Ye Chong, her brows still furrowed: "Director Ye, that's not right. You're a prominent figure, and you've sent me emails repeatedly."

Xiao Cui suddenly turned to Ye Chong and asked, "Didn't you say you hadn't contacted Sister Wang, which is why you asked me to introduce you?"

Don't worry about the details.

Ye Chong remained unfazed. He had no time for idle chatter or explanations; his scandals were flying everywhere, and many online trolls were even threatening to boycott the film.

He can't delay any longer!

"Come, have a seat."

He casually raised his hand, inviting the two to sit down.

After the two sat down, Ye Chong picked up the teacup, rested one hand on the stone table, and looked at the two opposite him with sincere eyes:

"Gentlemen, no matter how we came together, we are all gathered here today because we have a common enemy—Huayi."

Upon hearing the name "Huayi," the two people opposite them narrowed their eyes again.

"so……"

Ye Chong spoke haltingly, feigning profundity while possessing a strange and captivating charm.

"So today, we'll hold a 'King-Slaying Conference' right here on this stone table. Whoever is willing to join will become my friend, Ye Chong. Today, I will also reveal all my methods for dealing with Huayi."

After his eyelids twitched a few times, Xiao Cui immediately picked up his teacup.

The two looked at Wang Jinghua, who chuckled and exuded the aura of Sister Hua, the top agent in Beijing's entertainment circle.

"I'm sorry, I disagree."