Francois, Francoide Grand Theatre.
"Okay, I understand."
Han Zaiyu hung up the phone, and the door to his lounge was pushed open.
Seeing Han Zaiyu still sitting on the sofa, An Yuanshan felt a headache coming on and jogged over to remind him, "The performance is about to start, aren't you going to get ready?"
"It's just a formality, there's no need to be so nervous."
Han Zaiyu played with his phone, his tone indifferent.
An Yuanshan, however, noticed a familiar Chinese face flash across the screen of his phone as he swiped his finger.
Thinking about recent events, she looked worried: "Actually, we don't need to perform in the stage play anymore. We already have the script, so even if the dean really appreciates someone, it won't change anything."
"Heh, but I'm still very unhappy." Han Zaiyu sneered, "We approached them about the movie script for 'The Twelve Evils,' and they went ahead to put it on stage. We marketed the sons of tycoons overseas, and they marketed the sons of gangsters. What exactly does this mean? Are they trying to piggyback on my success?"
Within their own country, they certainly wouldn't dare to openly promote themselves as chaebols, but it's different overseas. It's just a persona, a marketing ploy to gain attention.
But before their marketing efforts had even begun to take off, an even more aggressive persona marketing campaign suddenly emerged, claiming to be a "gangster prince." Coupled with the fact that he also had an Asian face, all the attention went to him, and their campaign was completely ignored.
When Han Zaiyu found out about this, he was furious.
Upon further inquiry, wow, it's the same Chinese actor!
He, a legitimate descendant of a true gangster turned tycoon, hasn't said anything yet, so how come someone else has such a big face?
If both sides weren't abroad, Han Zaiyu would have liked to find a few people to show the loading crew what real gangsters are like.
An Yuanshan chuckled awkwardly, not daring to voice his thoughts.
Although all of this seems to be a coincidence based on various circumstances, the saying goes that competitors are enemies. Their overseas marketing strategies and development paths highly overlap with Han Zaiyu's, so it's hard to say that they won't become a major rival in the future.
Starting to take precautions now is a good option.
Just then, the door to the lounge was pushed open again.
Director Annie of the Francoide Theatre and Manager El of the American Shield Screen Films walked in.
After glancing at the two people in the room, Dean Annie coughed lightly and got straight to the point: "As a stage play, 'The Twelve Mirrors' is quite difficult to perform. I hope Mr. Han Zaiyu will give me enough persuasiveness in his performance and not tarnish our opera house."
"Don't worry," Manager El assured him earnestly, "Giving us the script for 'The Twelve Evils' is definitely Dean Annie's wisest choice."
Few people know that the stage play script for "The Twelve Mirrors" was adapted by Dean Annie's father.
The original author of *The Twelve Surnames* was actually Dean Ani's maternal grandfather. He immigrated to the United States in his early years and achieved great success writing books there. Later, through various twists and turns, Dean Ani's family inherited all of the original author's assets—naturally including the copyright of *The Twelve Surnames*.
Of course, it now belongs to Screen Shield, one of the major American film companies, and has nothing to do with Dean Annie or the Flanders Grand Theatre.
Dean Annie gave a stiff smile, then turned and left.
After Dean Annie left, Manager El, who had been all smiles, composed himself, looked at Han Zaiyu, and said condescendingly, "Give it your best in the stage play. We went to great lengths to get you this opportunity to record a video live, so you must cherish it."
"Please rest assured, Han Zaiyu will definitely perform well."
An Yuanshan nodded, then seemed to remember something and asked hesitantly and tactfully, "The Chinese actor recommended by Dean Anni—"
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