On the way back, Hua Jian took Bo Lin's car.
There were several beautifully wrapped gift boxes on the passenger seat, so Hua Jian could only sit in the back seat.
Hua Jian was still a little embarrassed because of what had just happened.
He was serious and dull when he was an art teacher.
It's another face when working as a bartender.
I don’t know how Bo Lin was laughing at him for showing off in his heart.
He had been staring outside since he got in the car, leaving only a side view of Bo Lin.
Bo Lin thought for a moment and looked away: "I haven't thanked you for what happened last time."
Hua Jian turned around with a confused look on her face: "What's the matter?"
Bo Lin: "You sent me home."
Hua Jian smiled and said, "It's just a small matter, Mr. Bo, don't take it to heart."
Bo Lin: "I wonder when Teacher Hua will be free? I'll treat you to a meal."
Hua Jian waved her hand: "Call me by my name, but there's no need to treat me to a meal. I'm an employee of UP, so it's only a small favor for me to send Mr. Bo back."
Bo Lin: "Don't call me Mr. Bo, call me by my name."
Hua Jian hesitated.
After being rejected repeatedly, the smile on Bo Lin's face froze, his expression turned pale, and he turned to look out the window.
Hua Jian immediately sensed the other party's unpreparedness.
He thought for a moment and called out, "Bo Lin?"
Bo Lin's fingers trembled suddenly, and he quickly responded in a low voice.
"Tell me when you are free, I will pick you up from school and we will have dinner together."
Bo Lin didn't like being rejected, so he suggested having dinner again.
Hua Jian, a grown man, no longer hesitated when he saw this: "Okay, thank you, Bo Lin."
Bo Lin didn't let him take the subway, but drove him to the city center.
Hua Jian made an appointment with Cheng Ruimu today.
"Thank you, Bo Lin. Next time you come to UP, I will mix you some new wine." The boy smiled and waved to him, closing the door.
Bo Lin looked outside the car through the black sun tint.
Hua Jian greeted a man standing on the side of the road, and soon they entered a roadside shop together.
Without his shadow, Bo Lin moved and ordered, "Let's go."
"Yes, Mr. Bo."
The black luxury car drove out of the commercial street. Hua Jian looked away only when she saw the rear end of the car from the window.
Cheng Ruimu has been feeling like he's standing on the edge of a cliff these days.
Things happened one after another, keeping his poetic and picturesque mind busy.
"Mr. Hua, I want to express my sincere gratitude to you. If you hadn't given me that card, my mother might not have been able to have the surgery right now."
Cheng Ruimu stood in front of Hua Jian and bowed to him solemnly.
"Hey, no need, no need. Director Cheng, please sit down!" Hua Jian stood up and helped him up.
"I just knew a little inside information, and I ran into you that day."
"It's just a small favor, and I really admire your work."
Cheng Ruimu's eyes were filled with gratitude. "Your little effort has helped me a lot. These past two days in the hospital, I checked a lot of news online and found out that Jiayuan and Fengxin are in cahoots and have deceived many newcomers with this method."
"Okay, Director Cheng, if you keep being so polite it will be too awkward."
After a while, Cheng Ruimu sat back down.
"This is the contract I drafted. I wonder if you think of it." As he said that, he handed the information bag to Hua Jian.
Hua Jian didn't hesitate and took out the contract and read it carefully.
A few minutes later, he frowned and looked at Cheng Ruimu: "You only film the movie and don't participate in the profit sharing in the future. Why is that?"
In the original novel, Cheng Ruimu cared very much about this script.
His requirements were twofold:
First, no one else is allowed to make random adaptations of the script, and second, shares must be shared with investors.
But now Cheng Ruimu only left the first requirement.
Cheng Ruimu smiled calmly: "Although I have never experienced a life-and-death crisis, my mother has gone through one."
"Besides, my goal in making a profit is to ensure my mother receives good treatment in the future."
"If my mother missed the operation, it would be meaningless for me to get the money. I think Mr. Hua can understand what I mean."
Hua Jian could understand, but she still refused.
"Director Cheng, everyone loves money, and I'm no exception. But if I agree to your contract, I'll be taking advantage of someone who's in trouble."
"But..."
Hua Jian raised her hand to stop him from speaking.
"I've found a partner for this drama. Of course, it's not the company I mentioned, Lu Zexi's, but an entertainment company under the Minghua Group."
"The investment in this film shouldn't be huge, somewhere in the tens of millions. If all goes well, it could even be released in time for the Lunar New Year holiday."
"But I want to take this drama abroad to compete first, and then release it in China after the results come out. This way, I might be able to make a little more money."
Cheng Ruimu stood up suddenly: "Really?"
The type of film he shoots is indeed very suitable for participating in competitions.
But domestic investors don’t want this kind of long-term investment at all.
They wish they could shoot it today and recoup the box office revenue tomorrow.
They don’t care whether the director wins an award or how the actors perform.
Cheng Ruimu murmured to himself: "But this will do you no good at all!"
Hua Jian sneered and didn't say much to him.
He is not a sucker, and he must have his reasons for extending the investment cycle.
Hua Jian finally said, "Sign the shareholding contract. I also want you to sign a labor contract with me. For the next 10 years, I need you to stay in my company. You can film the scripts you write however you want, but you can't sell them to others."
When Cheng Ruimu heard the word 10 years, he immediately hesitated.
He doesn't like being bound by constraints, as this feeling will stifle his free creative soul.
Just as he was about to refuse, he heard Hua Jian's voice.
[Did you scare him? But I'm not a philanthropist. If he becomes so awesome in the future, how can I let him take me flying if I don't get close to him?]
Cheng Ruimu's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the man opposite him with a slightly strange look.
He knew he had some talent, but he never thought he was anything special.
But how could Hua Jian say it as if she would definitely be successful in the future?
Does Hua Jian trust him so much?
Cheng Ruimu was very curious, so he nodded as if something was wrong with his brain.
Hua Jian took out a contract like a magic trick, and Cheng Ruimu signed it.
When he parted with Hua Jian, the scorching wind on the road suddenly woke Cheng Ruimu up.
The contract in his hand made him feel a little annoyed. Could Hua Jian be part of a pyramid scheme?
As for Hua Jian, she finally let go of a big concern.
That night, while working part-time at UP, he saw the latest news on the TV in the corner of UP.
According to insiders, the artist surnamed Feng has repeatedly served as a drinking companion and traded his body for resources.
[The agency of artist surnamed Feng has not clarified the situation, and the best public relations period has passed. Artist surnamed Feng has dedicated himself to a well-known director and producer, both of whom are married.]
[Artist surnamed Feng was once a victim of school bullying...]
Hua Jian's eyes were cold as she whispered, "The show is about to begin."
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