Chapter 1476
Admitting Mistakes
After returning home by car, I brewed a pot of tea and sat down.
The past few days have been tiring, and the immense pressure has left him feeling very exhausted.
Suddenly, everything became quiet, as if the world around us had been paused.
After drinking two cups, he patted his cheeks and cheered himself up.
Because the things that needed to be done hadn't been finished yet!
Many things are easy to start but difficult to finish.
The saying goes, "The dragon soars too high and then regrets itself." How can one keep striking relentlessly after throwing a single punch?
Instead of exhausting one's strength with a single punch and then being ganged up on and beaten to death, that's a big problem.
Just like how he got his hands on Zhang Yimou's prestigious reputation, which led to Zhang Weiping and Zhuo Wei joining forces to target him.
Many things are like dominoes; once one falls, a whole string of them collapses.
Therefore, he had to handle everything properly.
First, turn on the TV.
The news on Beijing TV has already started reporting on Yu Zheng's car accident.
That means everyone in the industry knows about it.
Now that Yu Zheng and Zhuo Wei have been dealt with, we need to find another person.
He summoned Brother Qian and inquired about the situation.
"Okay, let's go now."
……
A few hours later, it was already late at night in the capital.
A tipsy Zhang Weiping had just finished a dinner party and was preparing to go home to rest.
Just as he was about to reach the entrance of the residential area, he was dozing off in the back seat when he was suddenly awakened by a sudden stop.
"How did you drive it!"
He cursed.
But the driver turned around with a worried look on his face and said...
"Boss, look..."
Zhang Weiping rubbed his eyes, feeling a stinging sensation.
Why is this main road so bright?
Its daybreak?
I drank all night?
But as the driver reminded him and his eyes gradually adjusted, he realized that the light was not coming from the sky, but from the front and back of him.
My car was blocked by someone.
"what happened?"
As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens even the most timid.
After drinking, he really did seem a bit fearless.
Open the door and get out!
He covered his face with his hand and tilted his head to take a look.
They found a dump truck blocking their way from both the front and the back.
He squeezed his car right in the middle.
There was no accident, not even a scratch; it just blocked the way in front and behind.
Click.
The passenger door of the dump truck in front opened with a click, and a long leg stepped on the step below the door, and the person jumped down from there.
"You..." It took Zhang Weiping a long time to see clearly.
The visitor was none other than the smiling Zhang Yuan.
"What do you mean?"
"It's nothing special." Zhang Yuan patted the loose dirt off his hands.
"I've come to see you."
"Your neighborhood is quite nice."
"The road in front of the gate is wide, there are few people, and it's quite quiet." Zhang Yuan looked around.
"What's it to you? Get lost!"
"A good dog doesn't block the way, understand?"
"Okay, then I won't disturb your rest any longer."
"We'll see how things go from here."
Zhang Yuan didn't say much and got back into the dump truck.
The two large trucks started up with a rumble and slowly drove away.
Apart from a little dust, it seemed as if it had never appeared.
"You're crazy!" Zhang Weiping cursed, got back into the car, and went home to sleep.
The next day, I got up and turned on the TV to watch the news.
I saw the news that Yu Zheng had hit the jackpot.
Mr. Zhang is also a nouveau riche who used to be a contractor and also worked in airline catering.
They made their fortune through these two things, which enabled them to afford to make movies.
Now that Zhang Yimou has left, he's not doing very well in the film industry.
Having been away from the engineering field for too long, it's not impossible to go back.
But times have changed, people have changed, running projects is tiring, and besides, without connections, you can't get your money back at all.
You work hard all year, spend tens of millions, and you might only get a bunch of redeemed tickets in return.
As for when the payment will be made, that depends on the developer's procedures; it's not a big deal if it takes a few years.
Therefore, he doesn't dare to touch this road much now.
The only remaining way to make money is through airline catering, which is more convenient than engineering projects, but it doesn't bring in as much money.
Because the share he can get is too small; this line of work is only for people with big connections.
The key issue is that not only is the money less, but it also lacks the prestige and excitement of flaunting Zhang Yimou's name everywhere.
I've been pampered for so many years, but now nobody cares about me, and I feel terrible.
He wasn't really in the mood to watch TV, so he ate while making phone calls and contacting people around, still hoping to make a living in the film industry on his own.
Not long after they got in touch, his wife suddenly ran over and sat down next to him, looking very nervous.
"Old Zhang, I've heard something."
"Did you know that Yu Zheng was in a car accident?"
"So that's what happened behind the scenes..."
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Weiping recalled the news from earlier, and his head suddenly buzzed.
Dead memories have come back to life.
He recalled his hazy experience due to being drunk.
He remembered that Zhang Yuan had deliberately waited for him near the neighborhood last night, even arriving in a dump truck.
What do you mean?
They knew where I lived and even found a dump truck.
This is combined with the news that Yu Zheng has hit the jackpot.
For the first time, Old Zhang experienced "traditional style" from a young man.
That's how they handled things back then.
A project can be ruined, but it can ruin a person.
It's old-fashioned, but it works.
"That's how he treated Yu Zheng."
Do you think he might do this to us?
"After all, didn't you pay that paparazzi to expose him?" the wife said, her body tense.
No matter how rich you are, you only have one life.
Just because you have money doesn't mean you can get unlimited refills like in an arcade game.
Hearing this, Zhang Weiping broke out in a cold sweat.
This kid came to warn me last night.
"What's there to be afraid of!" Zhang Weiping slapped his thigh. "Why would I be afraid of him?"
"Don't panic, I don't believe he would dare to do that."
"What you're saying is just hearsay; it's definitely false."
He looked dignified and self-assured, as if he were encouraging himself.
Then he picked up his phone and called Zhuo Wei.
"Hey... what's going on?"
Unexpectedly, several attempts failed to get through.
He also knew about the "see you on Monday" thing, and it's already Monday morning!
If we really do see each other on Monday as originally planned, will I end up in the underworld?
Just like Zhuo Wei, if Zhang Weiping were really that amazing, Zhang Yimou wouldn't have fallen out with him.
After collaborating with Zhang Yimou for over a decade, they still haven't managed to establish a decent film and television company.
Even if they don't go public like Huayi, they should at least be on the scale of Sugar Man.
This only shows that they have a narrow perspective and lack the necessary skills.
This kind of product is only so-so in terms of quality.
Chun Chun is like a pig on the cusp of a trend; once it leaves the cusp, it will immediately fall to its death.
Zhang Yuan conveyed his meaning in a way that Zhang Yuan could understand.
I'll give you a life, see if you want to live or not.
Negotiation skills are too weak; I was too much of a gentleman before.
Just like dealing with some arrogant white people, violence is the only language they understand.
He can't kill a chicken just to warn a monkey.
Zhuo Wei was so frightened that she didn't dare answer Zhang Weiping's call.
Zhang Weiping was also extremely anxious and wanted to discuss with Zhuo Wei whether they should reveal the news later.
Old Zhang is the kind of guy who only dares to bully "honest people" like Zhang Yimou.
When faced with someone ruthless, they immediately back down.
……
Meanwhile, Zhang Yuan wasn't idle either.
It's enough to scare him a little; we can't actually send a dump truck speeding towards Zhang Weiping.
The key is to make the other party understand that I know this trick.
He went to the company early in the morning.
Summon Yang Siwei and Zeng Jia.
The two of them looked terrible.
Because it's Monday!
That time bomb could explode at any moment.
Besides these two, Jia Shikai was also summoned by him.
"Why are you always so gloomy and downcast with that long face?" Zhang Yuan criticized with a smile.
The two old women looked at him and we gave each other a look. Don't you have any idea why we looked so unhappy?
"Cheer up!" Zhang Yuan clapped his hands.
"I called you here because of some new and important work arrangements." He snapped his fingers.
"Yang Siwei, Zeng Jia."
"You two get ready now."
"Gather all of Yao Cheng's endorsement information and do it immediately."
"what?"
"why?"
The two of them were completely confused.
"Because these endorsements will soon no longer belong to her."
"We need to prepare in advance and seize these resources."
"Distribute them to the female artists under our management."
"If you're quick at one step, you'll be quick at every step, understand?"
"Is something going to happen?" the fat woman asked hurriedly.
Zhang Yuan did not answer, but looked at Jia Shikai instead.
"You need to contact the online trolls and make full preparations."
"To cooperate with their work."
Jia Shikai didn't fully understand either.
"You'll all understand in a moment," Zhang Yuan said with a relaxed expression.
"Let's get started now, and put everything else on hold for now."
"Let's get these done first."
"Go ahead," he waved. All three stood up, obediently.
"Oh, right, Siwei, stay here for a moment, I have something to ask you."
The other two went out, leaving her behind.
"How's Zhang Yuqi doing lately?" he asked.
"You won't let me stop working, and I haven't been assigned a new job yet."
What is she doing?
"It seems like they're preparing for a wedding."
Zhang Yuan scratched his head: "That's pretty comfortable."
Yang Siwei's heart skipped a beat. Seeing her at ease, was her boss feeling uncomfortable?
"Fine, contact her and tell her you're ready to start working."
"It's not pressing on you anymore?"
"A few months will be enough."
"And regarding the endorsement deal I just mentioned, please give her a larger share."
"Then I'll have her come to my house to see me when she has time."
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yuan glanced at his watch.
"That's all. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."
The fat woman said goodbye to him at the door.
He felt that his boss's behavior was becoming increasingly mysterious and unpredictable.
But Zhang Yuqi's being unbanned made her feel much better.
Moreover, judging from Zhang Yuan's attitude, he was clearly feeding him, which was a way of compensating him for the previous blockade.
This way, I can explain things to the artist and ease tensions.
After leaving the house, Zhang Yuan got into a car and headed straight for the Imperial Capital Airport, where he boarded a flight to Tokyo.
A few hours later, we landed at Haneda Airport.
We're here!
"I'm here. I'll come find you right away." Zhang Yuan put down his phone and arrived at a luxury hotel in the Roppongi area.
"Holy crap, this hotel is expensive."
"It's all thanks to you."
Director Zhang Meng used a mix of vulgar and elegant language to express his amazement at the prices in the island nation, while also thanking him.
The cast and crew of "The Piano in a Factory" reunited after a long separation.
Besides the director, the female lead Qin Hailu was also present, as was "Teacher Wang," who played the love rival.
Roppongi is a well-known foreign affairs district in Tokyo, home to several embassies, including China's, as well as many large shopping malls catering to foreign tourists.
There is also a US military-owned Roppongi Helicopter Airport here, so there are quite a few Japanese soldiers with shady physiques.
And they often bullied the Japanese soldiers in the neighborhood.
With so many tourists, what if Chinese tourists encounter thieves or convicts?
Actually, there's no need to panic, because those with bowl cuts are very good at distinguishing between Japanese soldiers and Chinese people.
Although in their eyes the Chinese and the Japanese look the same, there is one thing that makes them completely different.
That is, your attitude when you encounter mold.
The Japanese soldiers bowed and scraped before the Americans, acting like absolute "obedient subjects." They would deliberately step aside when they encountered them on the street, and they didn't even dare to look them in the eye.
Chinese tourists, on the other hand, stare at them with great curiosity.
After all, we don't have this in our country, so it's a novelty.
So, if you look at someone with a bowl cut, they're obviously a coward, so you can go all out against them.
The Chinese are confident and fearless; don't mess with them.
This is the truth of the world: cowards deserve to be bullied.
The reason why mold doesn't dare to mess with Chinese people is the same as the reason why the Japanese feel superior because they are relentless towards Chinese people.
That means if you can't get it on the battlefield, you can't get it anywhere else either.
If someone has a bad temper, just beat them up.
If it's still not good, then you didn't beat them hard enough last time.
He dealt with Yu Zheng for the same reason.
If one slap doesn't wake you up, then go for it.
After a brief chat with Qin Hailu and the others, he was about to attend the red carpet and awards ceremony.
"I'm not eating with you anymore."
"I have some things to attend to. See you on the red carpet later."
"Are you that busy?" Qin Hailu teased.
"I need to communicate and exchange ideas with the organizing committee."
"You can eat as much as you want, eat like crazy, it's all on me."
"Then I won't be polite." My older sister rolled up her sleeves.
He then took a car to another hotel.
While in the car, he took a moment to make a long-distance call.
"Hey, what brings you here?" Old Han answered.
He spoke in a serious tone tinged with a hint of grievance.
"Boss, I made a mistake."
"I came here specifically to report to you."
"What...is it?" Old Han sensed something was wrong when he heard this.
You actually admit your mistakes?
Are the mistakes you can admit to being minor?
"A while ago, I sent people to Hengdian..."
He told Yu Zheng the whole story about himself and Yu Zheng.
He particularly emphasized that he was beaten by the other party's people despite his legitimate and reasonable audit.
"I had no other choice."
"I know I was a bit impulsive."
"But I just couldn't resist."
Old Han was a little stunned after hearing about the "hitting the jackpot" story.
What did I tell you...?
Would you come to me for a minor mistake?
"Where are you now?" Old Han asked after a moment of silence.
"I am in Tokyo."
"They ran away?"
Zhang Yuan: ...
Do I really need to go to such lengths?
He composed himself and said with a hint of pride.
"No, with you here, why would I run away?"
"Oh my, don't say that. You're too capable; I can't control you."
He could tell from these words that Old Han was a little unhappy, but not too angry.
Because if he's really angry, he'll just cut ties; I can't be bothered to talk to him anymore.
"I'm here in Tokyo for a film festival."
"Do you remember the movie I directed, 'The Piano in a Factory'?"
"Oh...that's a good thing." Old Han finally understood.
As long as they don't run away, that's good.
"So, can you handle things on your end, in Hengdian?"
"It should be fine."
"Then what do you want to report to me about?"
"You are the top dog in China's entertainment industry, everyone will know sooner or later."
"Instead of having someone else tell you, I'd rather tell you in advance so you can know beforehand."
"We still need to have the right attitude."
Old Han felt much better after hearing this.
That's right.
You should have told me sooner, so I wouldn't look like an idiot when people ask.
Are you sure you can handle it?
"If it really doesn't work out, I'll have to trouble you." He didn't rule out the possibility of a deal being closed.
"You should do less of this kind of thing in the future."
The other party hung up the phone after speaking.
Old Han is an old-fashioned man, very protective of his own.
This matter is reasonable and well-founded. The other party made the first move, so according to the rules of the underworld, he didn't cause trouble.
In addition, the other party had no background, was not from the imperial circle, and no one was killed.
Let's just leave it at that.
The child has admitted their mistake, so it's good that they've corrected it.
If you make a mistake, correct it; if you make a mistake again, correct it again; and so on. It's a process of refinement through repeated practice.
As for the rigorous forging process, who is being forged?
As long as they're not one of our own, it's fine.
Zhang Yuan put down his phone and felt much more at ease.
Whether the film and television industry is chaotic or not, Lao Han has the final say.
Tell him in advance, and he can help cover it up if there's a problem.
Just like in "The Godfather," the old Godfather was very angry after the funeral home owner found him.
What's infuriating isn't just that the other person tried to get him to do things with money, but also why you didn't come to me immediately when you encountered problems.
If you don't contact me, it means you don't consider me your godfather, and it means you don't respect me.
If you respect me and treat me as your godfather, then we'll handle things according to the family rules.
The result was that he admitted his mistake well, but was punished with three cups of wine at the next meal.
However, he specifically informed Lao Han for more than just this reason.
Instead, it's about preparing the other party mentally.
After all, he only told the other party about Yu Zheng's part of what he had done.
There's another part that wasn't mentioned.
Deng Deng Deng!
Upon arriving at the hotel, I quietly went upstairs and knocked on the door of a guest room.
"Who?"
Then someone came to open the door.
"Oh... Sister, Brother Yuan is here." A young woman with an ordinary appearance turned around and called out to the house after seeing him.
"Come in quickly," a woman's voice replied from inside the room.
Zhang Yuan stepped into the room and came to a dressing table.
The reflection in the makeup mirror revealed a seductive face that had been used as a template for plastic surgery.
"I came early to report to the judges."
"Ha, are you praising me or belittling me?"
Fan Bingbing turned her head and smiled maliciously.
She received an invitation from the Tokyo International Film Festival to attend as a member of the jury for this year's event.
This level of treatment is something that very few female stars in China can enjoy.
Because the Tokyo International Film Festival is not some low-level award, but a top-tier international award.
This demonstrates Fan Bingbing's influence and popularity in the country and even throughout Asia.
"How could I dare to belittle the judges? I'm just a small-time actor."
"You're annoying." She rolled her eyes at him.
She had just finished showering and was getting ready to put on makeup for an event soon.
"Are you busy?"
"I'd like to talk to you alone for a bit?"
Fan Xiaopang waved his hand, signaling the makeup artist and assistant to leave.
"What would you like to talk about?" the woman asked with a smile.
"I want to bribe one of the judges."
"Oh, how do you bribe them?"
How much money are you planning to give?
“It’s not uncouth for us to talk about money.” Zhang Yuan squatted down in front of her and glanced at the chest area of her bathrobe.
"I want to try X-bribery!" (End of Chapter)