To Fang Yang's surprise, yet also as expected, "A Quiet Summer" became a hit on the blog. Without any promotion, it was purely a prank by netizens, who helped each other promote the three posts about "A Quiet Summer" and pushed them into the top ten.
"A Quiet Summer" has entered thousands of households. Its soothing melody and gentle singing warmed lonely hearts on this summer weekend. Many buildings were filled with this healing song, forming a stark contrast with the hustle and bustle outside the streets.
Zhao Liang called suddenly. It had been a while since I'd contacted him. "Liangzi, what's up?"
Still that same loud voice, "Yangzi, I don't want to take the postgraduate entrance exam anymore, it's too difficult!"
Fang Yang couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Zhao Liang's appearance. "What's wrong, Liangzi? You're already backing out before you've even signed up?"
Zhao Liang’s loud voice rang out, “Yangzi, you don’t know, the more I practice with my tutor these days, the less confident I become. So this afternoon I told my tutor that I’m not going to take the postgraduate entrance exam. I don’t have that kind of patience.”
The thought of the tall and imposing Zhao Liang sitting in the classroom teaching students made Fang Yang want to laugh, but he forced himself to ask, "So, what are your thoughts?"
Zhao Liang: "I'm looking for a management job, but I don't want to be stuck in an office all day. Do you have any suggestions?"
Fang Yang, recalling Zhao Liang's family's powerful connections with officials in Kyoto, suddenly had an idea. "Liangzi, I have a general manager position available, but I don't know if your family would allow you to come over?"
Zhao Liang: "Tell me what you think, and if it's suitable, I'll talk to my family about it."
Fang Yang: "I'm currently acquiring a cinema chain. It's still in the investigation stage. If it's successful, you would be the most suitable person to be the general manager."
Zhao Liang: "Managing cinema chains shouldn't conflict with my family's principles. Tell me which chain you mean, and I'll investigate it for you."
Fang Yang: "You should have heard of Dadi Cinemas, a subsidiary of Dadi Group. You should also know about Dadi Group's situation. They are currently dealing with assets, including Dadi Cinemas."
Zhao Liang: "I know Dadi Group. I'm quite familiar with them. If you investigate thoroughly, I'll negotiate for you. It's easier to get things done when you know someone. I'll talk to my family first, and I'll contact you again if it works out."
Fang Yang: "Okay, you can talk to your family first, and if it's feasible, you can come over directly."
Zhao Liang: "Okay, I'll hang up now."
After a good night's sleep, it was a new week. As soon as Fang Yang arrived at the company, he saw Ouyang Ming and Minister Zhang having tea with Yang Huajin in the office, with an unexpected person next to them—Duan Qingrong.
Fang Yang laughed and said, "Why are you all here so early? Being too eager makes me seem a bit lazy."
Ouyang Ming laughed and said, "We can't compare to you. You're a private business owner, and you call the shots. We have to be mindful of our image. It's too late, and it sets a bad example. After I finish my business here, I still have to rush back to my meeting."
Fang Yang turned to Yang Huajin: "Has the sample film from Uncle Jin's side been sent over yet?"
Yang Huajin: "I just made a phone call and I'm on my way."
Fang Yang then turned to Duan Qingrong: "President Duan, what brings you here today?"
Duan Qingrong laughed and said, "Didn't I bring that painting over today so you could stamp it? I'm not very familiar with this area, and since Ouyang Ming was coming over, I came with him."
Fang Yang patted his forehead: "Look at my memory. Since you're here, I'll take a picture and upload it to the website to boost its popularity. President Duan doesn't mind, right?"
Duan Qingrong waved his hand: "It's alright, it's alright. This way, I can become famous throughout China, and maybe I can be worth tens of millions in a few years."
Fang Yang took the painting from Duan Qingrong and said, "Please don't say that. There are so many famous painters in China. With my skill level, it's only because you guys are supporting me that I have any value for collection."
Just as he was about to get up to get the stamp, Duan Qingrong stopped him again and pushed over a small gift box. "This is a piece of Shoushan stone that has been passed down in my family. I asked someone to make a seal for you. Try it and see if it suits you."
Fang Yang hesitated and said, "Isn't this gift too expensive?"
Duan Qingrong waved his hand and said, "What's so valuable about it? These are all our own things, and they didn't cost much. You helped me last time, and I didn't say your painting was valuable either."
Ouyang Ming laughed and said, "Xiao Yang, just accept it. His family only has one chef. Do you expect him to learn to be cultured and spend his days stamping chickens and ducks with a seal?"
Fang Yang was amused by Ouyang Ming's words and stopped refusing. He took the small gift box and scroll, turned around and went to the workbench. After stamping the box, he took a few photos with a high-definition camera, then rolled it up and handed it to Duan Qingrong. "President Duan, thank you for your stamp. It's quite handy to use."
As they were talking, Jin Dahai rushed over, holding a USB drive, and said apologetically, "It was just made, and I haven't had time to add voiceovers yet, so the quality might be a bit lacking."
Ouyang Ming laughed and said, "It's alright, we're all on the same side, there's no need for such formalities."
After plugging in the USB drive, everyone gathered around the computer. Since it was only half-finished, they got straight to the point: Under the cover of night, everyone had gone home, and the streets were deserted. A cute little mouse darted from a street corner, braked sharply, and spun around. A large, powerful cat followed closely behind, its paws like wheels of fire, determined to catch the wretched mouse. However, the little mouse, taking advantage of its small size, slipped through a hole in the wall and into the house, even standing by the window, teasing the cat…
Each episode is about twenty minutes long. The room was completely silent as everyone watched this whimsical cartoon, their attention completely captivated by the cat and mouse. Everyone present was in their fifties or sixties, yet at that moment, they were all mesmerized by the cartoon.
After the episode ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was so tense! Their minds were completely absorbed in the plot, and they didn't dare to relax for a moment. Even taking a deep breath felt like it would affect the little mouse's escape plan.
Ouyang Ming clapped his hands, "President Fang, this is absolutely brilliant! With the release of 'Tom and Jerry,' all the other cartoons in the world will pale in comparison. No matter what, this cartoon must premiere on our Shanghai TV station!"
Fang Yang laughed and said, "Director Ouyang, we only plan to broadcast one episode of this animation every week. It may take several years to finish broadcasting it over the entire cycle."
Ouyang Ming waved his hand and said, "That's not a problem. From now on, this cartoon will be broadcast on Sunday nights. That's perfect. We'll broadcast 'Loser Men and Women' from Monday to Thursday, 'Calabash' on Friday and Saturday, and 'Tom and Jerry' on Sunday. I've already calculated it all for you."
Fang Yang joked, "You've been releasing my videos all week, aren't you afraid people will complain and say you're just hiding in your own little corner?"
Ouyang Ming laughed and said, "What's there to be afraid of? You and I are both from Shanghai. Supporting local businesses is also an inescapable responsibility for Shanghai TV."
Fang Yang gave a thumbs up, "What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless."
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