Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

Chapter 60 Tony Ye and the New Company

"Jiri! Jiri!"

At Los Angeles International Airport, the colorful pedestrians made Ye Chong's eyes dazzle.

Fortunately, the professional agent he hired was very responsible, holding up a "Tony Yeh" sign from afar.

"Oh! My Jesus! My dear Ye, you are much taller and more handsome than I imagined!"

"Tony."

Ye Chong stared speechlessly at the large white pig in front of him; it was the first time he had ever met someone who could talk even more than him.

"Ye, let me get it for you."

"No!"

Ye Chong dodged Hank's large hand with a quick movement.

She frowned and scrutinized him from head to toe: "Hank, take me to my place right away, my time is precious."

"Hehe..." Hank's fat face trembled, and he stopped making a fuss: "Please come with me, dear Ye."

The two turned around and got into a taxi, which drove off into the distance.

On Rodeo Drive, in front of a small villa, Ye Chong climbed out of the taxi and looked the house up and down.

A two-story house with off-white exterior walls, dark window frames, a neatly trimmed lawn in front of the door, and a tightly closed iron gate to the garage—a standard American-style courtyard.

"Hank, this rent must be expensive, right?"

"Oh, dear Ye." Hank shook his head and walked towards the door. "Dear Ye, this is Meilika, a world where money reigns supreme."

"Click..."

The door opened, and Hank laboriously bowed: "Welcome to Milica, Ye."

Ye Chong shook his head in annoyance and dragged his luggage inside.

The next day.

Ye Chong woke up in a wave of heat, washing up while checking the blue panel in his mind.

Talent card, within three days, Starbucks on Rodeo Drive.

"call……"

After tidying himself up, he got up and walked outside.

10:00 AM, Starbucks.

"Boss, thank you for the burger, but shouldn't we get down to business?"

"Yes, Hank." Ye Chong stirred his latte, his eyes lowered, lost in thought.

"Tomorrow, I need to register a few companies. Can you help me with the registration process, and also those scripts..."

"..." Hank stiffened his neck and swallowed the hamburger with difficulty, then tentatively asked, "Yes, I ran alone?"

"Otherwise what?" Ye Chong took a sip of coffee, tapping his fingers repeatedly on the glass table. The arch of his sword-like eyebrows made Hank's heart tremble.

"Since you've signed the contract, do you think I'm afraid you'll run off with the script? Do you even know how much my scripts are worth?"

Hank's face twitched. He was just a manager, not a professional filmmaker. How would he know?

Ye Chong didn't say anything, but took out a remittance slip and handed it to him.

Hank took the remittance slip with some skepticism, and Ye Chong's calm and composed voice rang out at that moment.

"Hank, you're a top student in finance. You don't want to spend your whole life doing nothing, do you?"

"Wh-what?"

Before Hank could react, his eyes widened in shock.

"One, two, three, four, five, six... fifteen million?"

"Oh my god!"

Hank's mouth dropped open, still reeling from the shock, when Ye Chong's next words nearly made him kneel down!

"Hank, I'll give you the position of administrative secretary at your company, with an annual salary of 100,000. If you do a good job, I'll promote you and give you a raise later."

"Jesus! Is this true?"

Ye Chong pursed his lips and leaned back in his chair: "Whether it's true or not depends on your efficiency. Get the company registered and the script ready in a month."

"Oh, dear Ye!" Hank danced around for a while, then suddenly clasped his hands together and bowed several times.

"Ye! I've made up my mind, I'm handing over these 270 pounds of fat to you!"

"Go to hell, nobody cares about you."

Seeing that he had become obedient, Ye Chong began to explain the real task for the next few days: "Register a company called 'Feiye Cultural Exploration Group', with two subsidiaries: Feiye Technology and Feiye Film and Television Media. The group company will be held by Feiye Capital of China, and the subsidiaries will be held by Feiye Group and Feiye Capital through cross-shareholding."

After saying this, Ye Chong looked at the white pig opposite him.

Hank, true to his professional management skills, carried paper and pen with him and meticulously recorded every word Ye Chong said.

"Here's one million five hundred thousand." Ye Chong tossed out a bank card. "Fifty thousand is yours. Listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

Hank nodded, his forehead dripping with sweat from the intense tension.

That's a million dollars! A million dollars in 03!

This Eastern capitalist is far too generous; not only is he extravagant, but he also carries an anonymous bank card with him.

What was that movie about Bruce Lee again?

The Dragon Crosses the River!

"Hank?"

"Ah!" Hank snapped back to reality.

"Listen, you have one month to finish this company business, any problems?"

Ye Chong squinted, leaning slightly forward, while Hank's sweat poured down his forehead even faster.

"Okay!" Hank nodded vigorously, and Ye Chong could even hear the crack of his neck.

"OK!" Ye Chong rested his left hand on his right elbow, while raising one finger with his right hand: "Aside from company matters, first, register me with the Screen Actors Guild, Writers Guild, and Directors Guild."

"President Ye is truly an all-rounder!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ye Chong cursed, raising his second finger: "After registering with the Screenwriters Association, register all the scripts. You have detailed scripts and drawings. Remember those creative drawings and the copyrights for the action characters."

"Yes!" Hank pulled out a tissue to wipe his sweat, then immediately began taking notes.

Why did he feel that this Mr. Ye was more professional than himself?

"Third!" Ye Chong held up his third finger. "105 million dollars. Aside from your salary, you can spend the rest as you see fit. While you're at it, buy me some scripts, and then inject the rest into the company. As for making movies, we'll talk about that later. First, buy scripts and books, understand?"

"clear!"

Hank wanted nothing more than to stand up and salute Ye Chong.

These things, you could say they're difficult, or you could say they're simple; they're just a matter of time.

"OK! That's all, get back to work."

"Yes!" Hank jumped up, and Chongye bowed, then awkwardly pointed to the door.

After Ye Chong nodded slightly, he got up and walked outside.

……

"Heh!" Ye Chong glanced at the escaped ball and felt slightly relieved.

With a contract in place, there's no fear of Hank taking the money and running away, unless he can evade the FBI's nationwide manhunt.

As for the talent indicated by the talent card.

"Hoo..." Ye Chong sighed softly.

This system only tells us the street, not the time and location, so it seems we can only wait.