Great At Acting, Now I'm Reborn

In contrast, Zhou Yuhe was much calmer.

He rubbed his ears and said with a laugh: "Don't be angry, Mr. Ji. The reason why I said I want to go out alone is because I think there is a better way to achieve win-win cooperation than we work together in the same company. ."

Ji Yuan stared at his mouth, as if the next second, if the thin lips spit out to make him unhappy, he could immediately throw this little boy who didn't know his weight out of I.S.

"Have you heard of the gambling agreement?"

Ji Yuan was stunned.

A gambling agreement.

Of course he has.

Not only have they heard it, but they are also familiar.

As a common method of capital operation, Mr. Ji has a hundred times more than Zhou Yuheshu on the four words "gambling agreement".

However, he has always been the only one who coaxed or forced other artist directors to sign a gambling agreement, and came to the door to say that he wanted to gambling with him. Zhou Yuhe was definitely the first one.

After thinking about the joints, he instantly calmed down.

"Are you going to sign a gambling agreement with me?" Ji Yuan's voice added a hint of playfulness.

Zhou Yuhe leaned forward slightly and made a rather imposing gesture. With his 22-year-old face, it was really not convincing.

At this time, Zhou Yuhe looked like a kid holding a dinosaur toy as a biochemical weapon in Ji Yuan's eyes, but he still knew nothing.

Zhou Yuhe said: "I want freedom and you want money. Isn't the gambling agreement more suitable for the two of us than working in your hands?"

"Freedom? Hahahahahaha..." Ji Yuan laughed. He thought to himself that Zhou Yuhe was still too young to be in the industry, thinking it would be so easy to come out on his own? In particular, signing a gambling agreement is not a good thing to lose pie in the sky. I don’t know how many directors of Deyi Shuangxin and how many powerful actors who are ready to enter the big screen have become substitutes after signing the gambling agreement. A machine where people work and earn money, they can no longer choose their own films. He actually said freedom?

It is really ignorant.

However, compared to signing such a popular and not very obedient artist, it is indeed more attractive to the gambling agreement. After signing Zhou Yuhe, he has to think too much about his traffic, reputation, future... But the gambling agreement is only about money. He only needs to get the money then. Who cares about Zhou Yuhe's life and death?

Of course, he did not intend to say too many words of exhortation with Zhou Yuhe. Ji Yuan nodded and expressed his satisfaction with the proposal of the gambling agreement, "Let’s do it. As for the amount of gambling and the specific details, wait for your contract. Let's talk about it when it is clear."

"Mr Xie Ji."

Zhou Yuhe walked out of the office under Ji Yuan's slightly pitying eyes.

The numbers on the elevator display keep beating.

Zhou Yuhe looked at himself in the elevator mirror, his youthful and energetic face was three-pointed arrogant, and seven-pointed newborn calves were not afraid of tigers... and then smiled.

Smile calmly, smile deeply.

Ji Yuan thought he didn't understand what a gambling agreement was and how to make a fortune from him, but he didn't know that he was the lamb that fell into the trap.

The gambling agreement in the entertainment industry, in most cases, is an agreement negotiated by both parties when the capital party invests in a film and television work or a certain company, and the future operation status is unclear. For example, if investment company A invests 70 million yuan in a certain film and television company registered by artist B, artist B must guarantee to earn 100 million yuan in net profit for company A three years ago, otherwise the money will have to be paid by artist B himself.

The gambling agreement is actually a form of options, which is very common in business operations, but the time for this form to enter the entertainment circle is very short, only one or two years ago, so in Ji Yuan’s view, Zhou Yuhe does not Knowing the stakes is justified.

The gambling agreement looks very good. For investors, the promise of guarantees reduces investment risks; for artists, getting enough fast money to run their own works seems to be the best of both worlds, but it is risky. As far as Zhou Yuhe knows, for more than ten years, because the gambling agreement has been ruined or almost ruined their good reputation, the total number is at least half a hundred. .

The ethos in the circle before his death in his last life already regarded the gambling agreement like a wolf. If there is no hole card, no one would dare to easily sign a gambling agreement with the capital side.

And Zhou Yuhe has the biggest trump card.

It is foreknowledge.

The reason why he dare to say this is because he knows that although Ji Yuan's actions in his previous life were not as big as in his life, he knew how to dig people, but he just adjusted the company structure casually, which added a little trouble to Ji Chen taking over IS. Ji Chen was retaliated wildly by Ji Chen in 2011. All the companies under his hand were forced to be unable to operate. The senior management ran away. Even Ji Yuan himself had to flee overseas because he was afraid that the police would investigate him. Never returned to China.

This was the case in the previous life, not to mention that now that Ji Yuan has made such a big death, it is still unknown whether his new company can survive the day when the gambling agreement takes effect. Zhou Yuhe naturally has no worries.

After ten thousand steps, even if the gambling agreement really takes effect, he still has a way to deal with it.

At present, without a single soldier, he can bring his contract out of the I.S, and also take Yang Yu away by the way. This kind of business is not worth mentioning.

Zhou Yuhe walked out of the company building happily.

Zhou Yuhe brought both his uncles and nephews into the suit at once, but it was a pity that Ji Yuan and Ji Chen, as the parties, knew nothing.

Meng family.

Meng Churong's mother Fu Xiaoyu is having tea with her future son-in-law.

Fu Xiaoyu is worthy of being the number one agent in the entertainment industry. Just sitting on a chair and holding up a teacup, she looks like a mistress of the house, and an indescribable high-level aura radiates from her.

"Chen'er, should you deal with the matter on your side?" Fu Xiaoyu casually skimmed the tea powder with the tea cover.

Ji Chen, who was indifferent in front of Meng Churong, came to Fu Xiaoyu very obediently.

He put on the obedient smile that juniors should have and said: "This week's shareholders meeting should be able to produce results. Aunt Lao Meng is concerned."

Fu Xiaoyu nodded, sorting out the folds on the cheongsam, and said: "After your affairs are over, do you have to prepare for your marriage with Rong'er?"

Ji Chen and Meng Churong were taken aback.

Ji Chen's hands hidden under the table gradually clenched.

Meng Churong took Fu Xiaoyu's clothes and said coquettishly: "Mom, I don't want to get married so soon!"

Fu Xiaoyu showed a spoiled smile that would only be shown in front of her daughter, "Look at you, are you talking nonsense again? You are 25, not a girl of 18, 19, and still so self-willed, you are not in a hurry to get married , Father Ji is still waiting to hug his grandson."

Meng Churong glanced at Ji Chen who was silent, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, "People don't have this idea, what is the use of Master Ji waiting for his grandson every day?"

Ji Chen's face was slightly stiff.

Fu Xiaoyu patted the back of Meng Churong's hand and said strangely: "Don't talk nonsense."

Turning his head to say apologetically to Ji Chen: "I blame me for spoiling this girl. If Rong'er says nonsense, please don't take Chen'er to heart."

Ji Chen gave an elegant and perfect smile, "How could it? I have been too busy these days. After the dust settles on I.S, I will take Chu Rong out for fun."

Fu Xiaoyu smiled amiably, "That's right, young people have to stay together to have a chance to cultivate relationships."

Ji Chen looked at the happy appearance of the mother and daughter, and suddenly felt a little bored. After speaking with Fu Xiaoyu patiently for a while, he couldn't help but use his busy schedule as an excuse to escape.

Meng Churong sent Ji Chen to the door.

Seeing that Ji Chen couldn't wait to get in the car, she was not only a little bit angry and said: "You want to leave that way? Is it torture for you to stay with me for a second?"

Ji Chen looked back at her coldly, frowned and said, "What are you thinking about?"

The attitude is different from that of Mengmu just now.

As far as Ji Chen is concerned, his acting skills are still quite good, otherwise he would not have fooled Zhou Yu and tearfully into it.

But in his previous life, he treated Zhou Yuhe with a perfect mask because there was a problem with the company's capital chain at that time, and he urgently needed to marry the Black Emperor. Zhou Yuhe's existence was the biggest stain on his body. In order to successfully complete the marriage, he had to stabilize him.

But in this life, with the double blow of the negative incident of Cao Qiyue and the dismal ending of "Obviously Sweet", the Black Emperor is not as powerful as the previous one. Ji Chen in the previous life still needs to marry the Black Emperor to keep himself in IS. The status of Meng Churong, and the current marriage with Meng Churong is at best the icing on the cake.

Adding to the fact that he had spent the holidays with Meng Churong, big and small, his attitude was naturally lazy.

Ji Chen's attitude undoubtedly angered Meng Churong.

She stepped forward and said in a voice that only two of them could hear: "Don’t think I don’t know. When you marry me, you are fancying my Meng family’s family background. You will kick me when you succeed in inheriting IS. Turn on, let me tell you, my mother is not a fuel-efficient lamp. You'd better rest your mind and be kind to me. Our marriage is settled!"

Ji Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous signal came out of his eyes.

Ji Chen has never been the only one to threaten others. It has been a long time since he was threatened like this.

Meng Churong was frightened by the look in his cannibalistic eyes.

Ji Chen leaned close to her face and said, "Do you think I am the only one who has taken a fancy to your Meng family's family background? Ask yourself, which man you associate with is not like this? If you are not Fu Xiaoyu's daughter, rely on you. Who can look at you with this kind of character? Meng Churong, there are some things I advise you to hold back in your stomach. I will not divorce every day. You will be my Ji Chen’s fiancé every day. I am willing to marry. It’s definitely not me who suffers the most."

"You threaten me?!" Meng Churong stared with anger.

Ji Chen sneered. Regardless of whether Meng Churong was still angry, he got in the car and left.

Meng Churong rushed back to the restaurant angrily.

"I won't marry! Whoever wants me to marry Ji Chen, I will die!"

"Pop!" A clear slap hit Meng Churong's beautiful face.

"What's not going to die! Your wings are hard, mom can't control you, right?" Fu Xiaoyu was dumbfounded.

Meng Churong clutched her hot cheeks and looked at her mother who had always spoiled herself in disbelief.

"Mom? You hit me? You watched me jump into the fire pit and hit me without saving me?!" The more Meng Churong thought about it, the more aggrieved, tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Fu Xiaoyu regrets a little. She tried to touch her daughter's beaten face with her well-maintained hands. She stretched it out halfway but took it back. She said coldly, "It's you who beat me! It seems that I have used you all these years. It’s broken, besides considering yourself, have you considered this family or company?"

Meng Churong asked startledly: "What do you mean?"

Fu Xiaoyu sighed, "I blamed me for protecting you too well. I can't see the pros and cons at all. The Black Emperor is no longer the Black Emperor of the past. The record market has been sluggish these years. Cao Qiyue is easy to come out. Almost all the musicians in the Chinese music circle put hope on her. The scandal of her and the Black Emperor's contract termination is far more profound than we thought. Even now, the industry still laughs at us. There were eyes but no beads..."

Meng Churong stared at her mother with widened eyes. Every time she said a word, Meng Churong felt cold on her body. At the end of hearing, she felt her teeth tremble, and she bit her lip before returning. God comes, refute loudly--

"You lie! You obviously didn't say that at the beginning! You told me that Cao Qiyue is just a little guy. A dead **** is not qualified to fall in love with me. The Black Emperor can pinch her to death with just one finger. !"

Fu Xiaoyu was frightened by Meng Churong's radical reaction.

Meng Churong’s face was more ugly than crying, "Admit it, you just have eyes and no beads, you just have been immersed in business operations for too long, too long, Mom... In your opinion, an artist does not pass hype. Maybe fire, talent alone cannot cause phenomenal attention. Everything is hype, and behind all traffic is a driving force. You just don’t believe there are really talented people in the world! Do you still remember that I took it with me? Let’s listen to Cao Qiyue’s sample song. What did you say? “It might be a little splash if you push it hard”! Is it possible that it’s a little splash! She’s already in a mess, she’s already hot, you just turn around and say” Almost all the musicians in the Chinese music world put hope on her,' don’t you think it’s ridiculous..."

Fu Xiaoyu's face went dark for a moment, and then immediately returned to normal, speaking slowly, "No matter how successful businessmen are, they sometimes miss their eyes..."

"Businessman, you actually call yourself a businessman? Do you remember that you used to be an agent?" Meng Churong rushed back to her room with a disappointed expression, locked the door, and got in The bed began to be beaten.

The words that Ji Chen humiliated her pierced her chest like a knife.

But she had to admit that, without the identity of Miss Meng’s family, without the status and wealth of the Black Emperor in the entertainment industry, those guys who talked about "heart baby" to her every day did not know where to go. Up!

Is there really nothing good about her?

No, it is not.

Among all the people she has been with, there is one more person, and one other person is not like this...

How about people always have to wait until they are lost before they know how to cherish it.

The more desperate and embarrassed, Meng Churong easily thinks of Cao Qiyue.

She picked up the phone and wanted to call Cao Qiyue, but when she thought of the last time she called, she suppressed the idea with lingering fear.

I can only lie in bed, listening to Cao Qiyue's song over and over again.

When I recovered, I found that I had already burst into tears.

***********

I.S’s upper-level confrontation did not yield a result in a day. Every employee in the company felt like a knife was hanging on his head, and worked cautiously every day, for fear of touching the brow of a certain executive at this time.

The feeling that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings is getting worse, and even Zhou Yuhe's schedule has been slightly affected.

Fortunately, there are still a few days before the general meeting of shareholders. He simply pushed all the itineraries and spent a pleasant short vacation with Xie Yifeng.

On the day of the general meeting of shareholders, Zhou Yuhe came to I.S because there were still some work related to Yang Yu that needed to be handed over.

Although Yang Yu and he both knew about the subsequent gambling agreement, this is still a matter of confidentiality. At this stage, the two have not returned to the previous relationship between the agent and the artist, and the work that should be handed over to Bai Ge still has to be handed over.

As soon as the three of them made it clear in the office, someone came over to inform Yang Yu and Brother Bai to hold a shareholder meeting.

"I'll get down the elevator with you." Zhou Yuhe received the documents in his hands.

Several people came to the elevator entrance and happened to ran into Master Ji, Ji Chen, and Ji Yuan's group.

The old man Ji is still the spirit of the memory, but the tight lip line makes him look a little angry and self-arrogant. Behind him stood the calm Ji Chen and the stiff-faced Ji Yuan, followed by a few senior executives. Without speaking, a discerning person knew that there was an undercurrent surging between these people.

When Ji Chen saw Zhou Yuhe, his eyes lit up slightly, "What a coincidence? Yu and you are here?"

"Yes, Brother Ji, I happened to settle the matter with Brother Bai Yang, so I won't disturb you in the meeting," Zhou Yuhe smiled, and then politely greeted Mr. Ji, "Hello, Mr. Ji."

Elder Ji looked at him for a while, and seemed to be recognizing his face. After two seconds, the corner of his eyes curled and he smiled: "It turned out to be Xiao Zhou. I watched your movie and it did a good job. I want to continue in IS in the future. Come on, the future of IS depends on you young people."

Zhou Yuhe was very surprised.

In his memory, Master Ji would always look at him like a disgusting maggot, with only expressions of coldness, disgust and disdain.

It turns out that when he and Ji Chen didn't have that kind of relationship, he would smile at him so amiably.

Just like the grandfather of ordinary people.

He was a little flattered and nodded his promise. Ji Chen saw that his grandfather knew Yuhe, and he admired him very much. He couldn't help feeling a lot lighter, as if the Xiuluo field he was going to meet next would not be so difficult.

Ji Yuan showed a sneer behind several people, returning to the future of I.S? Stop dreaming of your spring and autumn dreams, Zhou Yuhe is mine! The one who left I.S as soon as I left!

With an unnatural smile, he said to Zhou Yuhe: "Since everyone happens to be here, Xiao Zhou, you should go to the shareholders meeting with us."

Zhou Yuhe didn't want to mix up, he smiled awkwardly: "This...is not suitable."

Ji Chen thought that the moment he took IS from his uncle would have Yuhe as a testimony, he felt a little restless in his blood. He stepped forward and wanted to pull his arm, but he was worried that his grandfather was still watching behind him, so he pressed it down. After this desire, he patted his arm instead and said, "Ms. Liao Cong, Ms. Mu Tao and several seniors are there. With your current popularity, IS shareholders are qualified to listen to it."

Zhou Yuhe glanced at Ji Yuan quietly and found that he nodded with a gloomy smile, sighed in his heart, and agreed to go to the shareholders meeting with them.

The scale of this general meeting of shareholders is undoubtedly the largest in the past ten years. Not only did all the executives and shareholders come together, but also some of the old artists who participated in the IS and some well-known seniors in the entertainment industry. As the only junior, Zhou Yuhe seemed a little out of place among the group of older seniors with their own aura.

Some shareholders looked at what they wanted to say, but when they thought of Zhou Yuhe's recent popularity and the fact that he alone had brought considerable economic benefits to the company, they just ignored it.

In the eyes of others, especially the senior management in the middle, this shareholders meeting is undoubtedly thrilling and ups and downs.

But for Zhou Yuhe, he couldn't bring much interest.

In his previous life, he personally participated in these factional struggles, and he almost didn't even fight with Ji Yuan. Those big winds and waves, those nine deaths, he has been through all his previous life, and now as a bystander watching this familiar scene, besides sneer, he found himself Can't make any other expressions.

The general meeting of shareholders went smoothly. In order to overthrow Ji Yuan, Mr. Ji and Ji Chen began to make arrangements for many years, step by step, carefully calculating, how could Ji Yuan be the opponent of the two of them? After a lot of talk, Ji Chen Under Ji Yuan's resentful eyes, he took away the management power of IS.

The defeat was so fast.

Thinking of Ji Yuan looking at people with his nostrils at the last annual meeting, Ji Chen still didn't dare to refute Ji Yuan's accusations. Now the two of them have moved away completely.

Zhou Yuhe couldn't help but sigh.

However, the rhythm on the court will not change because of his mood.

After the general trend is over, Ji Yuan directly sacrificed his own killer. At the shareholders meeting, he directly announced that he was about to leave with a group of employees to work alone, which was tantamount to publicly provoking the new president.

Ji Chen was already sweating profusely. Although he was fully air-conditioned, he still had a hard to breathe feeling. He pulled his tie with his hand and sneered and shouted: "Yes! Let me see if anyone dares to walk out of the IS building today. !"

There was no sound in the court.

Everyone can feel the anger of the new president, and a few employees who were going to leave can't help but look at each other with heartbeats.

"I want to go." An old voice broke the predicament.

The owner of the voice is a 30-year old employee of I.S, the head of the human resources department.

"I.S can only have one president at a time, a good company, I don't know what it has become by you." The old director walked behind Ji Yuan with a disappointed expression.

The veteran executive’s coming forward seemed like a signal, followed by shareholders and executives one after another, deciding to advance and retreat with Ji Yuan.

Ji Chen looked at these people with cold eyes, and seemed to be irritated, but in fact he was laughing constantly in his heart. No matter he left, he was worried that he could not put his people in important positions in the company. Ji Yuan took away so many useless assholes, he could just take the opportunity to rectify it.

However, when he saw the next person standing up, Ji Chen narrowed his eyes, and the blue veins on his forehead rose slightly.

He can't laugh at this moment.

He was really irritated.

His voice was as cold as snow in the middle of winter, "You want to leave too? Zhou Yuhe?"

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