Anderson was a little surprised, because the question asked by the other party was not something many people would pay attention to. In everyone's mind, a TV station is just a TV station.
Where is the difference in nature?
However, Anderson came from radio to television, so he knew what Fang Lang meant.
“What I want to set up is a news station.”
"Since you want to get investment, how many shares do you want?"
Anderson looked at Fang Lang with burning eyes and said hesitantly:
"Mr. Fang, are you willing to invest in me? But I haven't found a profitable model for the TV station yet. I don't have the capital to invest in this project.
If you are really willing to invest in setting up such a TV station, I don’t need shares, I am willing to work for you.”
Fang Lang shook his head and said:
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“It doesn’t matter if you can’t find a profitable model. I know how to make my TV station profitable. Since it’s an investment, of course I have to give you shares.
I believe that the profitability of my TV station will not be lower than that of pay TV stations. So, you don't have to worry. Tell me how much shares you want. "
Anderson couldn't believe his ears. Mr. Fang actually said that he could guarantee that his profits would not be lower than that of pay TV stations.
"Mr. Fang, do you really have a way to make the TV station profitable? Can you tell me what the method is?"
Now I tell you, if you change your boss and set up a TV station in the United States, it will have nothing to do with me, right? So Fang Lang shook his head without hesitation and said:
"I will tell you after you build the TV station for me."
I saw that Anderson seemed a little doubtful about himself.
“If you don’t believe me, I can write this into the contract. If my TV station is not a free channel, I can pay you a penalty of $100,000.
That's enough money for you to return to the States and start a new TV station, right?"
After hesitating for a long time, Anderson decided to take a gamble and nodded:
"Okay! I believe in you, Mr. Fang. I don't want the shares. I am willing to work for you and establish the first TV station in Brazil."
"Since you don't know how many shares you want, I will give you 3% management shares and another 2% as equity incentives.
Reward outstanding employees. However, let me make it clear that these shares can only enjoy dividend rights and cannot be bought or sold. Can you accept it?"
Anderson felt more relieved when he saw Fang Lang was so confident and even mentioned dividends, which showed that he was really confident in the TV station's profitability.
"Okay! Mr. Fang, I have no problem!"
"As for your salary and that of the recruited employees, they will all be increased by 20% compared to the US. Is that acceptable to you?"
Anderson, who was here, said nothing more. He stood up and stretched out his hand to Fang Lang, saying:
"Boss, it's a pleasure working with you. I will go back and resign today. At the latest in a month, I will bring a complete team to Brazil to set up your TV station."
Fang Lang also stood up and shook hands with him and said:
“It’s our TV station.”
What we are talking about here today is only the TV station, and does not include the installation of cable TV lines. Current televisions do not have satellite signals and require cable transmission.
The situation of free channels failing to find a profit point is very similar to that of many Internet start-ups in later generations. Yahoo and Netscape in the United States only discovered the advertising as a way to make money after a long period of exploration.
Fang Lang notified the assistant of Fangyuan Group who was responsible for connecting with the Brazil Times to come into his office.
"Dora Barnetta, this is Mr. Anderson, the partner I found for our upcoming TV station. From now on, we are going to establish a brand new media group.
The name is Fangyuan Media. The Brazil Times and the upcoming TV station will be under the jurisdiction of the media company, and a radio station also needs to be established.
How far have we come to the Brasil Times now? "
Dora Banetta is a Brazilian boy with a healthy yellow-black skin and a short stature. He graduated from the University of Sao Paulo, Brazil.
The university was founded in 1934. Dora Baneta was a member of the sixth class of graduates. She studied journalism and worked for a local newspaper in São Paulo after graduation.
After the establishment of Brazil Times, it developed very rapidly. He joined Brazil Times in the second month after its establishment.
As for why Fang Lang's Fangyuan Group assistant team is composed of men, the reason is very simple. The status of women in Brazil is really too low now.
It was not until April 1945 that President Vargas legally recognized the right to vote for literate women over the age of 18.
However, during this period, there were very few Brazilian women who could read.
Not to mention Brazilian women who can work in clerical jobs.
However, this period is also the time when the status of Brazilian women begins to rise rapidly.
“Boss, our Brazil Times is now the most influential newspaper in Brazil, with a daily circulation of two million copies.
The editor-in-chief is considering whether to create a new publication to further capture the market. "
When Fang Lang was in Natal, he discovered that even in such a remote province like Natal, the Brazilian Times could be seen everywhere.
Obviously, the growth rate of Brazil Times is very rapid.
However, Fang Lang's eyes are not just on Brazil. Think about the Murdoch Media Group in later generations, which is a global media group.
“I have no problem with starting new publications, but you have to remind them not to limit their focus to Brazil. We can also acquire American newspapers!
After our TV station is established in Brazil, Mr. Anderson can also set up a TV station in the United States! Our goal is to make Fangyuan Media a global media group.
Do you understand?"
Fang Lang said all this in front of Anderson to comfort Anderson, of course, but also to set more ambitious goals for everyone.
Sure enough, when Anderson heard that Fang Lang actually wanted to set up a TV station in the United States, he was overjoyed and quickly agreed:
"Boss, I have a lot of connections in the American media industry. If necessary, I can help pave the way for the group company's development in the United States."
Upon hearing Anderson's statement, Fang Lang was overjoyed and said quickly:
"That's great. Barnetta, please make a note. From now on, Mr. Anderson is the vice president of Fangyuan Media Group. He will be responsible for building the TV station and assisting the media company's development in Europe and the United States.
If you need to launch an acquisition or merger project, you can directly seek help from our Brazilian Development Bank."
"Understood, boss. I will immediately document your opinion and send it to the group company."
Anderson was of course even happier. He went directly from being the editor-in-chief of NBC TV to being the vice president of a media company. Many people would never be able to achieve such progress in their lifetime.
Just like that, he was just attending a dinner party of Morgan, but ended up attracting the director of a TV station. This also solved Fang Lang's worries.
This made Fang Lang very happy. That night, Fang Lang contacted Wan Chongxin and expressed his desire to experience New York's nightlife.
What else is there to say, just arrange it!
That night, at the Vanguard Bar in Manhattan, New York.
Accompanied by Wan Chongxin and Anderson, Fang Lang wanted to experience the bar culture of New York. Of course, he had never thought about having a romantic encounter and never asked anyone about it.
But when Fang Lang walked down the stairs with excitement into this bar located in the basement, which was said to have a history of more than ten years!
Looking at the small stage, a singer was singing the most popular country music of this era.
Fang Lang was completely confused.
Where are the hot girls?
What about the dance floor?
What performance are you taking off?
My pants have been taken off, and the bullets are ready, and you just show me this?
What I want is a crowded atmosphere with lots of people!
What I want is the feeling of being surrounded by beautiful women!
What I want is the stimulation of flesh rubbing against flesh!
Now tell me this is a bar?
Several people gathered around the table, watching the performance on the small stage. Fang Lang found it very boring.
Wan Chongxin obviously noticed Fang Lang's absent-mindedness and asked doubtfully:
"Boss, what's wrong?"
“Is this your bar?”
"yes!"
"Where's the heavy metal rock music? Where's the DJ? Where's the lighting?"
As he was talking, Fang Lang realized it first, it seemed like he was right!
The audio equipment of today is probably not as advanced as it is later, and lighting equipment and the like probably have not appeared like they did in later generations!
It seems that I took it for granted.
The bars in this era were not as bright and bustling as those in later generations, and the girls nowadays were not as open-minded as those in later generations.
disappointment!
Bad review!
Seeing that the two wanted to continue talking, Fang Lang had completely lost interest in chatting.
He waved his hand and said:
"Forget it, it's nothing! Let's drink!"
After two glasses of wine, Fang Lang slowly lost interest as he watched the singer on the stage singing music he had never heard before.
I said hello to the two of them and went to the bathroom.
As soon as I reached the bathroom door, I was blocked by two white people!
The two looked at Fang Lang with disgust, and the white man on the left cursed directly:
"Get out, yellow monkey, you are not welcome here."
Fang Lang, who was already feeling a little depressed due to disappointment, instantly became furious after hearing this.
He raised his leg and kicked the white man on the left in the crotch.
There was a "click" sound and the egg cracked.
The man bent down and squatted, unable to stand up again.
Seeing this, the man on the right threw a straight punch at Fang Lang's face.
Fang Lang ducked his head to avoid the straight punch, then grabbed the opponent's wrist and threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.
After all, Fang Lang was a soldier who had fought on the battlefield and killed enemies, so these actions had basically become instincts.
In addition, the two men opposite were obviously drunk and certainly could not be Fang Lang's opponents.
The commotion here caused a stir in the bar.
Before everyone could figure out what was going on, a few more white people saw the white man lying on the ground and wondered if he was suitable to be a friend.
He punched Fang Lang.
By the time Wan Chongxin and Jackson reacted, Fang Lang had already crashed into the arms of a white man and was punched in the liver.
The man fell down directly.
Wan Chongxin and Jackson had never seen such a scene before and were a little at a loss for a moment.
However, Wan Chongxin had lived at the bottom of Chinatown after all.
Without caring about anything else, he rushed straight into the battlefield.
When Jackson saw this, he was like, wow, the boss got beaten up. What else can he say? Just do it.
Also joined in.
Wan Chongxin was fine, but Jackson just went in to cause trouble. Although he didn't hit anyone, he was hit quite a few times.
Fortunately, the noise inside attracted the attention of the soldiers who were protecting Fang Lang outside and they rushed in.
Soon, all the men surrounding Fang Lang and his companions were beaten to the ground.
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