Chapter 223: Being Rich but Not Knowing How to Be Luckily
The moment Yang Ruoqian heard this question, he was silent.
Short-term goals and long-term goals? Tactical losses and strategic losses? The former is to complete the book loss task of this quarter as much as possible, and the latter is to create a perfect loss-making industrial chain with internal circulation as much as possible to achieve a permanent effect.
But... Mr. Yang is a respectable man after all. It would not be good to say this directly. He needs to choose his words carefully and express his meaning in a tactful way.
Yang Ruoqian tactically took a sip of water and cleared his throat before saying, "The short-term goal is to find some projects that no one has noticed but have certain potential."
"In fact, there are many artists and actors who have the potential to become famous, but they are buried for various reasons. This is what I want to do."
"For example, the prototype of the script of "The Dragon Son-in-law" was a flop novel that was thrown in the corner of a certain website, but I made it a hit after I filmed it, and also made our actors famous."
"For example, Shang Qianyu was rejected by Yuefu Group and Tianyue Group before she applied for Kuiguang Group. But after she came to us, she also shined."
"Such examples are common in Kuiguang."
Yang Ruoqian hinted at his competitors crazily and spared no effort to share his success experience: "As long as you have a long-term vision and focus on things rather than people, it is very easy to build a career."
Hurry up and tell those analysts who are paid high salaries but do nothing to open their eyes and catch the fish that slip through the net. Don't let those fish slip through the net and find their way into our company, okay?
Da da da…
Duan Run, who was holding the electronic pen, nodded repeatedly as he listened, indicating that he had taken note.
After moistening his throat, Yang Ruoqian continued, "The long-term goal is actually very simple. We will try our best to form a healthy system for the company, so that talented artists can enjoy the resources they deserve according to their abilities."
"Everyone knows that it is easier to create a god by concentrating all the traffic on one person, with lower management costs and longer life cycle. However, Kuiguang Group is an enterprise that focuses on long-term development, so we hope to look further ahead."
"In the long run, a company should be more responsible rather than just focusing on making profits."
"Similarly, we will try our best to dig out works that are buried in the dust - now is the era of traffic, and good wine needs no bush, but I think that a good work should not be buried in a corner where no one cares about it."
"Whether it is a work that makes people's blood boil, a work that makes people laugh, or a work that makes people think deeply, as long as it has its own value, Kui Guang will do everything he can to dig it out."
“Perhaps if we do this, we won’t be able to make as much money as other normal companies, and we may even lose money, but I still hope to give everyone with a dream a chance to realize it.”
After going around in circles about the core idea of "I want to lose money", Yang Ruoqian finally expressed it and let out a long sigh of relief.
It’s so difficult to come up with a reason to justify your desire to lose money!
After saying it, my whole mental state improved a lot.
Duan Run, who was taking notes in front of him, suddenly stopped writing. He had interviewed so many people over the years, but this was the first time he was so shocked by the interviewee's words that he almost lost his composure.
Give everyone... a fair chance to realize their dreams?! Dig up the buried works and show them to the public?! Even if it means losing money!
Kuiguang Group, no, Yang Ruoqian's pursuit is so far-reaching, and his thoughts are so high? Duan Run could even hear his heartbeat at this time.
After all, he was a senior editor, so he quickly adjusted his state and began to record what he saw and heard on the tablet.
"Perhaps, we all have wronged Mr. Yang."
"Everyone is trying to judge his success by the money he makes and measure his work by the box office. But in his opinion, this is tantamount to humiliation."
"Every time this happens, Mr. Yang always appears to be very happy, but in fact, he is in pain."
"He was distressed that no one understood his spiritual pursuit, and he couldn't understand why everyone was congratulating him for some trivial profits."
"Even in the dead of night, Yang Ruoqian, surrounded by pain, would always think about a question - could it be that my spiritual core is too vulgar?"
After a pause, Duan Run continued writing passionately.
"I have met many, many bosses who packaged lending as high-tech and publicly complained that making money made them suffer."
"Some companies, under the guise of environmental protection, cut corners and skimp on components in their products, but the prices keep rising year after year."
"But Mr. Yang is different from these people. He only has a simple dream. He does more than anyone else and says less than anyone else."
"I believe he is different from those capitalists with loud slogans - because I have been to Kuiguang Group, I have seen their offices, and I have met their employees. Their eyes don't lie."
As he wrote, Duan Run even felt his eyes starting to get moist, and a hot fire was burning in his heart.
It’s just like when I was young and read those passionate novels and cartoons, my whole body was ignited.
He has long been accustomed to all the darkness in the entertainment industry and has long been adept at dealing with the ways of the world.
But who says that fish swimming in dirty water don’t yearn for a clean pond? Duan Run himself can’t do it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t respect the young man in front of him who is working hard for this and is far ahead of him.
Swish, swish, swish…
After finishing his words, Yang Ruoqian fell silent and looked at Duan Run, wanting to see how this old editor would react after hearing his nonsense.
But the more Yang Ruoqian looked at it, the more confused he became. He had no idea what this editor of Jinwo Media was doing and why it took so long to write a few sentences.
Aren't you at all surprised by a company that "doesn't want to make money"?
Don't you find all that fancy stuff I told you about funny?
And my success stories and profit models, don't you want to ask a few more questions about the details and internal logic? The reception room has been silent for seven or eight minutes, but Duan Run's pen showed no sign of stopping.
wrong!
Yang Ruoqian, who had been backstabbed countless times, was like a frightened bird. He immediately realized that what Duan Run wrote was definitely not what he expressed! In order to make up a suitable excuse for his goal of losing money, he accidentally raised the whole thing a little bit.
Could it be that Duan Run is using this to make a fuss?
Yang Ruoqian, who had a strong sense of crisis, immediately began to make up for his mistake. He smiled and said, "Editor-in-Chief Duan, what I just said is actually the literal meaning. You don't need to interpret it in more depth!"
Duan Run nodded repeatedly, his expression serious: "Boss Yang, don't worry, I completely understand your thoughts."
Sure enough, Yang Ruoqian was worried that he would be confused with those other countless capitalists who talked nonsense.
This young boss didn't understand nothing, he just understood too much.
But in Duan Run's writing, there is only one word: truth! All the glorious deeds and lofty pursuits of Kuiguang Group will be reported truthfully.
Looking at Duan Run's know-it-all expression, Yang Ruoqian was completely desperate.
What did you understand?
Do you understand what you understand?
You're still reassuring me, you're completely making me give up!
Just now, Yang Ruoqian was just vaguely uneasy, thinking that Duan Run might have misunderstood, but now he was 100% sure that this old editor must have made up a lot of things in his mind that he shouldn't have.
It's over!
How to remedy this?
This is already the last problem, it will be too late if we don’t remedy it!
However, before Yang Ruoqian could think of an answer, Duan Run stopped recording. He stood up and said with a smile, "Mr. Yang, the formal interview with you is over. However, I still have two personal questions for you. Can I take up a few more minutes of your time?"
Mr. Yang, who had been in despair, was as if he had been pardoned after getting the chance to make amends. He kept saying, "It's okay. Just ask whatever you want to ask."
"Okay, have you ever seen the movie "The Boys"? From your personal point of view, do you think it's good?"
As soon as this question was asked, Yang Ruoqian's mind emerged with the scene of the crowded cinema on the day the movie was released.
The scene of the crowds of people discussing the plot enthusiastically is still vivid in my mind.
Thinking of that scene, he still feels extremely heartbroken.
No matter how good the movie is, Yang Ruoqian cannot go against his conscience.
Moreover, expressing dissatisfaction with his own movie at the right time may arouse the disgust of passers-by - everyone should hate the boss who talks without any hesitation, right? It should be able to ruin some passers-by's popularity.
Yang Ruoqian forced himself to frown: "I've seen it, I don't think it's good."
Duan Run had an expression that said "I understand now" and started taking shorthand notes on the tablet.
"Even though the interviews before the filming started were all negative, and even though he himself didn't like the movie, Mr. Yang still pushed the film against all odds, and didn't let his personal likes and dislikes influence his decision."
"All his actions show that Mr. Yang is a man who combines knowledge with action."
Yang Ruoqian looked at Duan Run writing furiously and fell silent again.
At this moment, he really wanted to ask: Editor Duan, how long have your symptoms lasted?
No, this interview cannot go on.
Any remedial measures were just Yang Ruoqian's wishful thinking. No matter what he said, Duan Run would understand it the way he wanted to understand it.
The best remedy now is to end the interview and stop the loss in time.
Duan Run seemed to see that Yang Ruoqian wanted to leave, so he immediately stood up and asked the last question with a smile: "Boss Yang, what do you like to do to relax on weekdays?"
Yang Ruoqian, who knew that the more he spoke, the more mistakes he would make, chose to remain silent this time. He looked at Duan Run with a smile on his face without saying a word.
I just stopped talking, what else can you do to me? !
It's just such a simple question, and I didn't say a word. You can't make up something out of thin air, right? At most, you can say that Mr. Yang doesn't like others to pry into his privacy.
Looking at Yang Ruoqian, who was smiling but remained silent, Duan Run nodded slightly and lowered his head to write down the last question of the interview on the tablet.
"I seem to have asked a very stupid question."
"Because the answer to this question is so obvious - is there any need to say more about a person like this?"
"Striving to achieve his ultimate ideal is what he likes!"
“I am rich, but I don’t consider it a blessing.”
"If he didn't have this kind of awareness, how could he have carved out a path for himself and so many struggling people in the cruel entertainment industry?"
After finishing writing, Duan Run's face was ruddy and filled with a satisfied smile: "Thank you for accepting this interview."
Yang Ruoqian, who had chosen to remain silent, finally collapsed when he saw Duan Run's fearless state.
You are still too young and underestimate these writers.
Do you think it will be useful if you don't speak?
There are ways to write without talking! Even if you just give him a look, he can give you a 300-word reading comprehension!
Duan Run has already believed what he believes and has formed a self-consistent logical closed loop. There is no point in saying anything else.
"We'll have to shoot another set of scenes later. Please let us know when you're free."
Yang Ruoqian, still feeling apprehensive, asked cautiously, "Will there be no more interviews on these scenes?"
"No, I will just edit the interview content and some footage to make the final content more vivid and interesting." Duan Run smiled, "Thank you very much for your cooperation. I have learned a lot from this interview."
Just don’t interview me, just don’t interview me! Yang Ruoqian was completely scared of Duan Run after his meaning was misunderstood in front of him.
If we continue the interview, the final product might just turn into a science fiction film.
"You're welcome. I should thank you. Now I'm leaving. Bye!" After saying this, Yang Ruoqian fled from the reception room and hid in his office.
It's terrible, so terrible.
No wonder so many people hate being interviewed and don’t like journalists.
It turns out there is a reason.
I treated your interview team to delicious food and drinks, but you actually wrote nonsense on the interview script! It is not right to say the truth, it is not right to say the opposite, and it is not right to keep silent.
No matter what he did, it was wrong. Yang Ruoqian was really not someone he could afford to offend.
The power of a writer's pen is sometimes more powerful than a gun. A gun can at most kill people, but this thing can kill people and destroy their hearts.
If you can't afford to offend, then just hide!
Looking at Yang Ruoqian's hurriedly leaving back, Duan Run felt emotional and moved at the same time.
Mr. Yang is obviously very busy at work, but during the interview he kept saying "I have time" and "Just ask", showing respect to every member of the interview team.
Duan Run nodded slightly, asked the photography team to follow him, turned around and walked out of the reception room.
"Xiao Xia, Xiao Ye. Let's go interview some employees of Kuiguang Group... Well, let's start with the security guard at the gate!"
(End of this chapter)
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