Fang Yang was slightly surprised, not expecting Yang Huajin to have such a wide circle of friends, with acquaintances in various industries. "Uncle Yang, how is the strength of your friend's company?"
Yang Huajin pondered for a moment, “Back then, they were among the top three in Shanghai. In recent years, they haven’t produced many works and have been relying on their past achievements. Their strength has declined a lot, but they can still rank among the top ten in Shanghai. There has been almost no loss of staff in recent years. It’s just that their creativity is lacking, but this is a common problem in the industry.”
Fang Yang nodded. No creativity was fine; Fang Yang had it. Since they had once been among the top three in the industry and hadn't lost any staff, it meant the foundation was still there and there was potential for acquisition. "Uncle Yang, what kind of person is your friend?"
Yang Huajin chuckled and said, "Old Jin is extremely generous and magnanimous, and very loyal. Otherwise, his subordinates wouldn't have followed him so devotedly. In recent years, many large companies have tried to poach people from him, but apart from a few insignificant minor roles, none of the key technical personnel have left."
Fang Yang nodded. "Uncle Yang, what do you think about us acquiring them?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Huajin immediately frowned. "Acquisition is fine, but Xiao Yang, do you have that many creative ideas to keep the company running?"
Fang Yang laughed and said, "Creativity is a piece of cake. As long as their skills are outstanding, everything is negotiable!"
Yang Huajin nodded, "Alright, I'll talk to Lao Jin later and see what he thinks!"
Afterwards, Yang Huajin and Fang Yang discussed a plan for the acquisition. It took them an hour to finalize the details. Before leaving, Yang Huajin said to Fang Yang:
"Xiaoyang, the Ministry of Education and the publisher have reached an agreement. Profits will be divided according to copyright. The copyright remains with you, and the publisher handles publishing and distribution, taking 30% of the profits. The Ministry of Education will provide sample copies and recommendations, taking 30% as well, and we'll take 40%, handling online promotion."
Fang Yang laughed and said, "Alright, you can make the decisions. By the way, Uncle Yang, you should register a film and television company. In the future, music, film and television and animation will all be under the film and television company, and their finances will be separated from the website. You and Aunt Liu will be transferred to the film and television company as general manager and financial director, Uncle Zhou will take over as general manager of the website, and Uncle Chen will take over as editor-in-chief. You can appoint the other staff as you see fit. If there aren't enough staff, we'll hire more."
Yang Huajin was stunned when he heard this. "Xiao Yang, are we going to develop into a group company?"
Fang Yang laughed and said, "It's still early. You can register first. We don't have enough staff right now. We'll separate the music division later. Also, if you have time, try to find a reliable assistant director. Once we have enough funding, we can shoot a web series to test the waters."
Yang Huajin stared wide-eyed for a long time before he came to his senses. "Okay, Xiao Yang, you go ahead and get busy."
Fang Yang drove Yang Huajin away before returning to his study. He uploaded a photo of the painting to the literature section and then continued painting.
While things were calm on Fang Yang's side, a storm was brewing on Yuewen Entertainment website. Old Zhou was a member of the China Calligraphy Association and a well-known painter. One of his paintings had a starting price of over 500,000 yuan in China, making him one of the top contemporary painters.
Tonight, Lao Zhou continued to browse Fang Yang's painting "Joy of Meeting" online. The more he looked, the more he liked it. He heard that the Ministry of Education was planning to promote and distribute this type of calligraphy called "Slender Gold Script." Lao Zhou wholeheartedly supported it. Perhaps he could master this script in his lifetime and write it into his paintings. The combination of this script and traditional Chinese painting would be a match made in heaven, elevating the entire painting to a whole new level.
Old Zhou was so engrossed in reading that he didn't even notice the flashing notification in the lower right corner of his computer until his eyes started to ache. He then sat up straight, rubbed his eyes, and noticed the flashing notification. He was about to close it when he moved his mouse over the top of the notification and realized it was an in-site notification. This was something Old Zhou had specially set up so that his computer would display a notification whenever Fang Yang released a new work.
A little excited, Old Zhou couldn't remember the last time he felt this way. Painting requires emotional calm, a skill Old Zhou had long since mastered. He never expected to be an exception with this young man. Old Zhou shook his head and smiled wryly, then clicked on the notification: "The author you follow has published a new work. Please go to the literature section to enjoy it!"
When Lao Zhou left "Xiang Jian Huan," he saw a cover recommendation in the literature section: "Fang Yang's latest painting, 'A Record of Climbing the Bund,' has been released. Please check it out in the calligraphy and painting section!"
Upon opening the calligraphy and painting section, one sees a prompt for a traditional Chinese painting titled "A Record of Climbing the Bund." Clicking on this prompt reveals a vibrant and colorful traditional Chinese painting along with an inscription in the upper right corner. Old Zhou zooms in on the painting to full screen and is immediately captivated by its skillful technique and ingenious composition.
The painting is perfect. Although the sun is not visible, the beauty of the sunset is evident everywhere. The camera pans from near to far, and the figures and expressions in the foreground are vividly portrayed. The midground is shimmering with light, and the water reflects the sunset in a dazzling display. In the distance, blurry figures cheer and jump for joy, and further away is the dark sea.
The composition is clearly layered. Then look at the inscription in the thin gold script in the upper right corner, "A Record of Climbing the Bund," which reads, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk." It is simply the finishing touch. The blurred figure reflects the infinite beauty of the sunset, while the dark sea reminds us that it is near dusk. The cheers are followed by regret, and the darkness shows the sadness. From bright to dark, everything shows the author's helpless mood. This is a master-level Chinese painting!
Old Zhou was deeply shocked. He never imagined that Fang Yang, who was just over twenty years old, would have such remarkable painting skills. China had gained another master-level Chinese painter. After observing the painting for another half hour, Old Zhou reluctantly left the painting and went to the calligraphy association to apply for a community room.
Upon entering the room, I saw a group of old friends exchanging experiences. I couldn't help but shout, "You guys are still chatting here? Fang Yang just posted a traditional Chinese painting, an absolute masterpiece!"
"Old Zhou, stop spreading alarmist rumors. Everyone knows Fang Yang is good at drawing comics, but nobody knows he's also skilled in traditional Chinese painting. Fang Yang graduated from the Central Conservatory of Music, but the Central Conservatory of Music doesn't have a department for traditional Chinese painting!"
"Yeah, Lao Zhou, come on, we need your opinion on this issue we're discussing. Speaking of which, the community that Fang Yang created is really useful; it's much more private than blogs and the like."
Old Zhou hesitated, but these old guys were still putting on an act. He left with the words, "If you don't believe me, fine. I'm going to go and observe some more. The painting is just too good."
Old Zhou turned and left, leaving the group of old men looking at each other in bewilderment. Could it really be true? Old Zhou was an extremely passionate painter. Once he saw a good painting, he could be engrossed in it for days, pondering its mysteries and improving his painting skills year after year, persevering relentlessly.
"Why don't we go take a look? It'll only take two minutes anyway."
"Alright, let's go take a look and give Old Zhou some face."
The group rushed out the door and arrived at the calligraphy and painting section. They opened "A Record of Climbing the Bund," and just as Lao Zhou had said, it was indeed a traditional Chinese painting. The painting technique was skillful and experienced, comparable to everyone else's, leaving the group who had been chuckling a moment ago speechless.
It really is a master-level traditional Chinese painting, far surpassing the painting skills of most people. Is this really a young man in his early twenties?
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