Zhang Xincheng hadn't expected the director to have such a high opinion of Zhao Yang, but upon closer reflection, it seemed reasonable.
He has been a songwriter and composer for about half a year and has already released more than 20 works, each of which is a representative work.
Some songwriters can achieve financial freedom by producing one or two representative works, provided they don't engage in reckless behavior.
They've already achieved great success in their film and television ventures, and this film, "Your Name," is truly remarkable. If it were ever made into a film, it would be a huge success in the animation industry.
"I know what to do, Director."
"Then tell me, what are your plans this time?" Zhang Shulan felt it was time to cultivate Xiao Zhang's thinking.
He is quite capable, but sometimes his ideas are too rigid.
If he can change his mindset, he can rise even higher in the future.
"We'll play along and leak some information that's not so important but appears to be extremely important to Sihai within a limited scope."
Having been influenced by Zhao Yang and the director, Zhang Xincheng is now quite familiar with the situation.
"I'll leave it to you to do." Zhang Shulan nodded approvingly after hearing Xiao Zhang's idea.
As long as important information is not leaked, there won't be any major problems, and we can even dig a pit for people from all over the world to fall into.
"good."
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"Li, where are you? I sent someone to your company to pick you up, but they said you weren't there."
"Li, are you home? Okay, I'll have the driver pick you up. Send me the address."
Li Zhaoyang, who had already returned home from the company, was preparing to take a shower and tidy up.
Half an hour later, a very luxurious business car was parked outside the villa. It was an extended version, clearly a symbol of status.
The driver got out of the car, checked the house number, and then knocked on the door.
It wasn't until a young face came out that the driver realized he had made a mistake.
I checked the door number again and it was indeed mine.
The driver immediately asked, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Li Zhaoyang's residence?"
The driver was a white man, about 1.8 meters tall, quite burly, and exuded a very imposing presence just by standing there.
"Mm." Li Zhaoyang nodded softly.
"And... who are you?" the white driver asked.
"I am Li Zhaoyang."
The white man was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.
He assumed that the person Miss Lucy had instructed him to pick up was an elderly distinguished guest, either a well-known director in the film industry or a renowned actor.
This young man in front of me doesn't seem to fit any of these criteria at all.
Could they have picked up the wrong person?
As the driver of the president of the Film and Television Writers Association, his judgment was highly professional. He immediately greeted Mr. Li and ran to the side to make a phone call to confirm.
Only after it was confirmed did the white driver approach with a look of surprise, gesturing for him to enter: "Mr. Li, please."
After getting in the car, they hadn't driven far when the white driver kept scrutinizing Li Zhaoyang, who was sitting in the back seat, through the rearview mirror.
Judging from his face, he should be from China. He's so young and lives in a big villa, so he's probably someone with connections.
After keenly noticing these details, the white driver began to strike up a conversation, asking, "Where does Mr. Li work?"
"Just some small business like music and film," Li Zhaoyang replied briefly.
"Understood." The white driver said no more, having already figured out Mr. Li's identity.
Even if you just run a small music and film business, you can't afford to live in such a big villa.
It seems it really is related to the chairman.
We need to find an opportunity to get to know them.
Moreover, the other party is so young, unlike those big directors and actors who have such a big ego.
The white driver remembered wanting to get to know that famous actor before, and was immediately given the cold shoulder.
He didn't complain, after all, he was just the chairman's driver.
Where is the birthday party held?
After a long silence, Li Zhaoyang asked.
The white driver immediately replied, "On the top floor of the entertainment building."
Entertainment Tower is New York's largest event venue.
Regardless of their social circle, whenever they want to hold an event, the Entertainment Building is always their first choice.
Of course, the rent is also very high.
"Mr. Li, do you have any plans to film a movie recently?" The white driver was the chairman's personal driver and was occasionally sent to meet Miss Lucy, so he knew a lot of things.
For example, Miss Lucy's 18th birthday party invited many prominent people in the industry, with the aim of using it as a way to debut and land a good role in a hit drama.
At a birthday party filled with a wide network of connections, the attendees probably all have ulterior motives, hoping to finalize collaborations that weren't previously agreed upon that night.
The white driver wanted to gauge the thoughts of this distinguished guest.
"Yes," Li Zhaoyang replied very briefly.
After hearing this, the white driver wisely refrained from asking any further questions.
An hour passed in the quiet atmosphere.
The white driver successfully delivered Li Zhaoyang to the entertainment building and personally got out of the car to open the door for him.
Before Li Zhaoyang even got out of the car, he could already see more and more luxury cars parked not far away.
He couldn't recognize most of the car models.
The people who got off the bus were either very old or very young; very few were in the middle age range.
Several dozen meters away, three people got out of a black MVP.
One old man and two young men.
The older one is a famous director, and the younger ones are a man and a woman, both around 25 years old. They are well-known actors with immense popularity, and are even hailed online as two of the most promising actors to win the Best Actor award.
The three of them had just gotten out of the car when they noticed the other side.
"Is that Miss Lucy?" The actress with a high ponytail pointed to the left.
The male actor looked in the direction she pointed, but instead of seeing Miss Lucy, he saw the film and television president's personal driver.
"It's not Miss Lucy, it's probably an important guest of the president." The male actor wasn't surprised at all by this scene. How could Miss Lucy possibly appear so early on such an occasion?
Anyone with brains in this circle can see that Miss Lucy is using her birthday party as an opportunity to make her debut.
It all depends on who has a suitable role for her tonight.
As actors, they were particularly eager to work with Miss Lucy.
If you're a director, then it's not necessarily the case.
The roles that Miss Lucy takes a liking to are basically guaranteed to be hits.
A director who can write a blockbuster script, has plenty of resources, and probably has people he wants to promote.
I would only consider Miss Lucy if I really needed to get on the good side of the film industry president and have everything go smoothly.
Actually, there is a gentler approach: lower the standards for accepting roles slightly, and it doesn't necessarily have to be a blockbuster.
but.
People like Lucy, whose upbringing instilled this kind of proud personality, won't accept roles that don't meet the required standards.
"Let's see which director is lucky tonight." The actor said no more and followed behind the director.
And this director is none other than Jeff, a well-known figure in the American film and television industry.
His forte is action-packed science fiction, which has a very wide audience. He once had a film that grossed an astonishing $800 million at the box office.
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