What's wrong with trying to make more money by taking a roundabout way to save the country? ...
The father and son started arguing again after a disagreement.
Wen Zichuan and Su Zhuo were not used to this kind of situation and always wanted to say something to smooth things over. Only Xie Bing, who was standing next to them, had a calm expression, drank tea leisurely, and waited quietly for them to finish arguing.
"Let's all be quiet," Lan Qin walked in with coffee. "Candy has his own ideas, and we should just support him. Mr. Wei, please don't be angry and take care of yourself."
"It's a drama with two male protagonists, who is the other one?" Wei Jing asked Xie Bing while stirring his coffee.
"It hasn't been decided yet. The few who are interested are all newcomers, but..." Xie Bing rubbed his hands and stopped talking here.
"I'm warning you, Xie Bing. If you have something to say, just speak up. Don't play dumb with me."
"However, the copyright of the drama is not with us. As for the funding, we can invest more than 30% according to the plan, so the producers are also actively considering our opinions. Actors who play with Candy, please give them a pass." Xie Bing said it all in one breath under the pressure of his boss.
"I'm in charge?" Wei Jing sneered. "I'm afraid it's not about checking, but taking the blame, right? If it's a hit, everyone's naturally happy. If it's not, we lose money and get scolded."
"You're exaggerating. How can we lose money? The dual male lead model is a hot topic. We can earn money no matter how much we earn."
Although Wei Jing is gay, he is still a businessman at heart. He doesn't care much about campus, ancient costumes, or dual male protagonists. What matters most is whether the money invested can be turned into more money.
In addition to making money, he also thought that Wei Xiaoming was nineteen years old and not very smart. He had acted with actresses of the same age before, and he didn't seem to like girls that much.
But Wei Jing felt uncomfortable when he was asked to act with young male actors and live and eat with them on the set for several months.
It's the kind of disgust that comes from having your things touched by others.
"Xie Bing."
"Mr. Wei, please speak."
"If you think a dual-male-lead drama has a high chance of becoming a hit, I can increase my investment to 50%. Go back to the capital now and arrange a meeting with the producers as soon as possible. Is that okay?"
"No problem, I'll do it right away." Xie Bing picked up the tea and drank it all, then packed up the script and left.
President Wei raised his eyes and looked at Lan Qin, then directed her gaze to Wen Zichuan and Su Zhuo.
"Xiaoming, you have a physical education class this afternoon, it's time to leave." After he finished speaking, Lan Qin immediately responded, "I happen to have time, I'll drive him there."
Wei Xiaoming was obviously still angry, but he couldn't disobey Wei Jing. He looked at Wen Zichuan with complicated eyes, paused for a moment, and then left reluctantly.
"Your name is Su Zhuo, right?" Lan Qin walked over, bowed slightly, and pointed at the documents in Su Zhuo's arms. "It's time to hand over what you brought to me."
She has a bold appearance but a gentle temperament. The two different feelings are mixed together but do not seem abrupt.
"Oh, oh, yes! President Jin asked me to pass it on." Su Zhuo had never chatted with a sister like this before. When he heard her speak, his head felt dizzy and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
"By the way, Candy's box is quite heavy. Could you please help carry it to the car?" Lan Qin smiled. As her name suggests, her breath was as fragrant as orchid.
When Su Zhuo and the others came to their senses, they were already sitting in the passenger seat. He had inexplicably become a follower, accompanying Lan Qin to send Wei Xiaoming to class.
After the group of people left, only Wei Jing and Wen Zichuan were left in the office.
"Please send them away. Do you have something to say to me alone?" Wen Zichuan didn't have the patience to beat around the bush, and he believed that Wei Jing didn't have the patience either at this moment.
"Three things. First, since Kim Ki-duk hopes to use you to maintain the friendly cooperative relationship between Second Voice and Xingyu Feiyu, you'd better come over twice a week, even just for show, to prevent him from getting the wrong idea and sending people to me again, causing unnecessary trouble."
"If I'm not busy at work, I can come over."
Today is Wen Zichuan's third time here. The first time, Lan Qin took him to introduce himself to the people. Although they were not very familiar with each other, at least the security guard had to let him in.
The second time, Mr. Wei was not there at all. He played games with Wei Xiaoming all night.
Wei Xiaoming was in a particularly good mood that day. He even asked about it. Liu Shixing had been hiding from Wei Jing's men because he owed debts.
Mr. Wei is such a powerful figure that he can use his power to bully others many times. Now that Liu Shixing is no longer a threat, can we ask him for help with the penalty for breach of contract and ask Mr. Jin to change the amount?
If possible, he wouldn't mind coming more often.
"Secondly, I want to know, Teacher Xiao Cheng is your boyfriend, right?"
“…No, it’s my roommate.”
"Don't deny it too quickly. You should know that he likes men, and I like men too."
"...What exactly do you want to say?"
Knowing that he guessed correctly, Wei Jing immediately became excited: "Teacher Xiao Cheng and I are fellow travelers. I wanted to exchange ideas with him about cultural relics, but he didn't seem very willing."
"He's very busy." Wen Zichuan bit his lip. "Besides, the more professional the knowledge, the more valuable it is."
"Don't worry about this. Let Teacher Xiao Cheng name a price. I will definitely satisfy you if I can."
"I need to ask his opinion."
"Okay, let me talk about the third thing first." Wei Jing took a sip of coffee calmly. "I originally asked you to come because I heard that Xiaoming and you get along well. Can you accompany him for a few lines lessons next week? Of course, I will pay you by the class hour. You can think of it as practicing with him."
Sparring partner?
Wen Zichuan heard Wei Xiaoming mention that in addition to going to school, he also had to take "extra classes". Wei Jing spent money and used his connections to hire a bunch of teachers for him, just to improve his voice, stage performance and acting skills. But the more he learned, the more he felt that he was not cut out for this job.
For Wei Xiaoming, inviting famous teachers from the drama academy to teach was a normal thing, but for Wen Zichuan, it was like pie in the sky.
It is really difficult for people to maintain a good attitude in this situation and to confidently say that they are not jealous at all.
But "jealousy" is an emotion. If Wen Zichuan wants a chance, he cannot indulge in it too much.
"Okay, I'll do it."
Wei Jing stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled again: "Kim Ki-duk has good taste. You are very beautiful and sensible. If it weren't for... I can't guarantee that I won't be attracted to you."
"If you still need me to create greater value, please don't make such jokes." Wen Zichuan showed his usual coldness. He understood that at this time, being straightforward is more effective than being tactful.
"You're right. Greater value." Wei Jing emphasized the word "greater." "So think about changing your agency contract to Xingyu Feiyu."
"Ah?!" Wen Zichuan suspected that he had heard it wrong. Xingyu Feiyu focuses on film and television, so what's the point of signing a voice actor?
Wei Jing stood up from his large executive chair, walked around his desk, and approached Wen Zichuan. He was tall and handsome, and when he looked down slightly, he had the decisiveness of a mastermind and an irresistible sense of pressure. "Wasn't I blunt enough? I want to sign you. Do you understand?"
Wen Zichuan's mind raced, and he quickly sorted out his thoughts. He decided to put forward his most important demand first: "I signed a five-year contract with Second Voice. If I terminate the contract early, I will need to pay a penalty of five million."
"Isn't there a ready-made opportunity right here?"
"You mean, sparring?"
Seeing his frown, Wei Jing laughed even more happily. It was no wonder that Teacher Cheng fell for him. Wen Zichuan was indeed rare in his cuteness.
"Of course not. You heard Xie Bing's report. I'm collaborating with Xiaoming on a dual-male lead drama. The salary is tentatively set at five million. How about that?"
Acting in a TV series?!
Although dubbing behind the scenes and acting in front of the camera are both acting, Wen Zichuan never thought that he would be able to act in a TV series one day.
To him, this was like a small river rushing to the estuary, and then it didn't know where to flow.
But he was hesitant.
He performed mediocrely in the live broadcast arranged by the Second Voice. Wouldn't he be even more vulnerable if he were actually filmed? If he botched his performance and it was broadcast, wouldn't he be embarrassed in front of a national audience?
Taking a step back, even if they're forced into acting like they did with the voice actor drama, is it really reasonable for a newcomer to receive a 5 million yuan salary for their first film? Shouldn't we be wary of Mr. Wei's empty promises?
"I know you need time to think about it." Wei Jing took out his business card and put it in his hand. "How about this, whether it's okay or not, give me an answer after the Spring Festival."
When leaving Xingyu Feiyu, Wen Zichuan didn't see Su Zhuo, so he called him, but it was Lan Qin who answered the phone.
She said Su Zhuo fell asleep in the car, so why not let him rest for a while, and then pick up Wei Xiaoming after class later and send him home on the way.
Although they had only met a few times, Wen Zichuan had a good impression of Lan Qin. He knew that she was prudent and Su Zhuo should be fine with her in his care. He might have fallen asleep just because he was too tired from work.
When he returned home in the evening, Wen Zichuan mentioned Wei Jing's affairs, and Cheng Sizhou fell silent as soon as he heard it.
"Don't you two get along quite well?" Wen Zichuan was referring to the time when they went to Heting Manor together on New Year's Day. He finally understood why there was a statue of Guanyin in Wei Jing's room.
Although he didn't know much about cultural relics or antiques, he could see that Mr. Wei admired Cheng Sizhou very much.
"I only went there for your sake," Cheng Sizhou raised his eyebrows in disdain. "What we talked about for those two hours was neither professional nor interesting. It was like cooking without adding salt."
"It's just a chat. You can't expect him to understand better than you."
No one at home smoked, and there were no cigarettes, but Cheng Sizhou felt that he should have something in his hand, so he tore off a piece of notepaper and twirled it between his fingers: "You said that you and Wei Xiaoming are not the same kind of people, then President Wei and I are even less the same kind of people."
Wen Zichuan said that he and Wei Xiaoming were not the same kind of people. It was not because they had different personalities, but because the gap between the rich and the poor was too big.
Wei Xiaoming has an allowance of over 100,000 yuan every month, but he cannot save up enough for a month even if he doesn't eat or drink for a year. Every time he goes to Xingyu Feiyu and walks around the magnificent office building, he feels so inferior that he can't raise his head.
But Cheng Sizhou is different.
He is a native of Dengyuan and works in a cultural unit. He has a decent job and even though his income is not high, it is enough to cover his daily expenses.
He doesn't spend money recklessly, but he doesn't care about money either. If he wants to buy a house or a car in the future, he will have at least two pairs of parents to help him.
Not only that, he never flaunts his material conditions in front of others, but having grown up in a wealthy family, that calm state of mind, outstanding temperament and confidence to resist risks have been innate in him, and he cannot hide it even if he wants to.
"Boss Wei has a good relationship with the Meng family, and Elder Meng knows your master. Aren't you two from the same circle? I thought you could also..."
"That's why Mr. Meng can buy a villa by the sea, but I can only live in a rental house." Cheng Sizhou interrupted him, and the note paper in his hand had been twisted into a crumpled ball.
"Brother Zhou, that's not what I meant," Wen Zichuan felt misunderstood and hurriedly explained to him, "I just wanted to say that Mr. Wei is rich and willing to spend money. If what you know happens to be what he needs, wouldn't it be great if you could sell your knowledge and get paid for it?"
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