When the sun shone again, the hotel, which had been silent all night, returned to its bustling state. When Fang Yang went to the restaurant for dinner, people kept coming over to greet him. They were all company employees. After working together on the film "Shaolin Temple," they no longer had the restraint that subordinates usually show to their superiors.
Fang Yang responded to each question one by one, and sometimes he quite liked this unrestrained relationship. Although it is true that nothing can be accomplished without rules, as a team, getting along harmoniously can better inspire team cohesion, which is also what Fang Yang hopes for.
Having drunk alcohol last night, Fang Yang served himself a large bowl of white rice porridge and a few steamed buns today. After taking a sip of the hot porridge, the scalding heat went straight to his stomach, and Fang Yang felt so comfortable that he just wanted to groan, "This is so good!"
Just as I was about to pick up a steamed bun to eat, I saw Mo Sang and Mo Zhen sitting opposite me, each carrying a full bowl of breakfast. "President Fang, you're up pretty early?"
"Hehe, I'm used to it. Did you sleep well last night?"
"It's fine, thank you for your concern, Mr. Fang."
After breakfast, Fang Yang bid farewell to the Mo brothers and went back to his room to copy "The Return of the Condor Heroes". He had been busy these past few days and hadn't copied it for several days. "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was nearing its end, and the TV series would be released on September 1st, which would be a seamless transition. However, he couldn't stop reading the novel, otherwise the reading section would run out of content.
Mr. Jin Yong's books tend to be straightforward and easy to read, making them easy to adapt and understand. This is why Fang Yang likes to copy Mr. Jin Yong's books.
With a series of rapid keystrokes, Fang Yang became completely absorbed in the pleasure of typing. His mind followed the plot, and he was fully immersed in the book, as if he were experiencing the story unfolding from a god-like perspective. This feeling was indescribable.
A loud ringtone startled Fang Yang awake. He picked up his phone and saw that it was already eleven o'clock. He had been engrossed in his phone for two hours. Time had flown by!
"Hello Mr. Fang, this is Zhong Zhifeng."
"I know, what's wrong? Just tell me."
"Mr. Fang, the music videos for all eight songs on the 'Legend of the Condor Heroes' album have been recorded. When would you like to release it?"
Fang Yang thought for a moment, "How about the 18th? There's still a week left. Can you handle it?"
Zhong Zhifeng's laughter came through the microphone, "President Fang, the Legend of the Condor Heroes is currently receiving a lot of attention. Zheng Xiuli has more than 20 million fans. Although Chen Silong has just debuted, his last song received a very good response and he already has several million fans. I believe that the album will be a great success after it is released."
"Alright, then you guys start promoting it. This way, it can also create synergy with the TV broadcast of 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes.' Contact Guangzhou TV and ask them to do some advertising as well. If you don't seize this opportunity, when will you?"
"Haha, Mr. Fang, Director Zhang is a very shrewd person. I just mentioned this to him, and he not only agreed immediately, but also said that he would promote this album for us for free on their TV station. He also invited Zheng Xiuli and Chen Silong to participate in one of their music festivals this week. I heard it's quite a big event. Mr. Fang, do you think it would be alright to have Zheng Xiuli and Chen Silong go on stage and sing 'Red Blood and Loyal Heart'?"
Fang Yang thought for a moment, "It's possible, but they have to label this song as the theme song of 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes'. That way, we can take advantage of the hype and advertise the album and TV series in advance."
"Hey, Mr. Fang, that's a great idea! It's a win-win-win situation. You're really brilliant, Mr. Fang, to come up with such a brilliant idea. By the way, Mr. Fang, isn't releasing Zheng Xiuli's album now a bit of a waste of resources?"
"Hmm? So the album is finished recording?"
"Not yet, I just wanted to ask in advance, hehe."
"Okay, I see. Let's postpone that album until the Lunar New Year. There's no need to release it now."
"Okay, Mr. Fang, then I won't bother you any longer."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Yang shook his head. He looked at the time and it was already 11:30. He lost interest in copying the book. He got up and stretched his limbs. Standing in front of the window, he looked at the bustling scene in the film studio. Although it was the height of summer, the enthusiasm was not diminished at all.
At this moment, Fang Yang was very grateful to his father for creating this website. Although it was extremely difficult at the beginning, once it got on the right track, it was a golden road. As long as it did not face suppression from above, the entire Yuewen Entertainment Media Group would grow into an industry giant that no one could shake!
Just as he was lost in thought, a knock on the door startled Fang Yang awake. When he opened the door, he saw the Mo brothers leading an old man carrying a load of watermelons. "Who's this?"
Mo Zhen directed the old man to carry the watermelons into the house. Mo Sang smiled and said, "Isn't this the watermelon farmer who sold watermelons yesterday? I saw him downstairs just now and asked him to carry all the watermelons up. You can open one and eat it when you have time. Anyway, there's a refrigerator, so you don't have to worry about them spoiling."
Fang Yang suddenly realized that the watermelon was indeed good, perfect for cooling off in the summer. Seeing that the old man had already put all the watermelons on the ground, he went over and asked, "Uncle, did you grow these?"
The old man's face was lined with sweat, and his dark complexion looked a little unnatural, probably because he had never seen such a luxurious room before. He wiped his sweat with the towel draped around his neck and said with a simple smile, "I live in Liaojiawan, which is about five miles away from here. These are the melons I grow in my field. When I have nothing to do, I just pick some to sell. Today is the first time someone has bought them all at once. Thank you, young man."
Fang Yang pulled the old man to sit down on the sofa next to him. "Sir, what is your surname?"
"Hey. I'm just a farmer, how dare I call myself a big shot? My name is Zhu Youcai. You all look like big bosses, you must be here to film a movie, right?"
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