Entertainment from Charlotte's Troubles

Chapter 59
"Ugh!"

Yang Siwei rested his forehead and sighed.

In all fairness, Yuan Hua is not a quiet master, and he doesn't listen to his manager's words very much.

The company's other third-tier artists can make three or four movies a year, and five or six movies with a lot of performance, let alone make more money.

As for Yuan Hua, there are two films a year. Last year's "Let the Bullets Fly" was voluntary, and the company didn't get any money.

If it wasn't for his talent in singing and his commercial acting far more than other actors, his attitude of only making two movies a year would have been taken away by the company long ago.

Don't want this, don't act that, you think the company is run by your family?
Yang Siwei was called out by Sister Hua every now and then in the company. I don't know how many blames and scolding he received for Yuan Hua.

"What's the big New Year's sigh, give me a laugh."

"Don't bother me, I'm in a bad mood."

Yuan Hua took out a few stacks of money from the backpack he was carrying and put them on the table: "The year-end award for the publicity director, are you in a good mood?"

Yesterday he deliberately withdrew 6 yuan in cash, today he gave [-] to Zhao Liying, and now [-] to Yang Siwei.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Yang Siwei anxiously covered the money, looking left and right, "There are so many people!"

"Do you want Xingtu? People will think you are sneaking into me when they see it!"

"Pfft! Cough-cough-cough!"

Yuan Hua almost choked to death on coffee, even if he sneaked into Jing Tian and Zhao Liying, he wouldn't sneak into Yang Siwei.

This girl is very talented, she belongs to the kind who will get fat after drinking water.

However, the brokerage industry has a lot of social elements, drinking and eating with clients, and staying up late is commonplace, so where is the time to exercise?

It can be seen with the naked eye that Yang Siwei gains a few catties every month, at least one hundred and fifty-six pounds now, it seems that this trend is not over yet, and there is still a long way to go in the future.

If you want a figure without a figure, and a face without a face, you can talk sharply, but it's useless, Yuan Hua went crazy before sneaking into her.

Laughing, Yang Siwei covered the money with the script bag: "Just kidding."

Yuan Hua wiped his mouth away, and said helplessly: "I'm afraid people will take the money if they see it. Don't say that again. You are doing private work, and you have no obligation to help me for free. I don't like to owe favors."

"But you paid me a salary." Yang Siwei was embarrassed.

Yuan Hua gave her much more money than the company, and sometimes she couldn't tell who she was working for, which is why she was a little humble in front of Yuan Hua.

As far as her service attitude towards artists is concerned, there are not many in the entertainment industry.

The agent is not only the link between the artist and the company, but also the No. 1 for business negotiation, script acceptance, endorsement, and business cooperation. It can be said that the agent can decide the life and death of the artist.

Especially for big companies, artists do not occupy a dominant position.

You only have the script given to you by your agent, and it doesn’t count if you accept it yourself. If you are not allowed to act, you will not be allowed to act.

Want to fight against the company?Where is the contract?Believe it or not, it will be hidden in the snow every minute?
I don't want Xuezang to have to pay to terminate the contract. The money is not much, but it is also a lot. In short, it is very painful.

You say that you are rich and powerful and can afford liquidated damages, that's fine, the company will let the wind out and say a few bad things about you, how many directors dare to use you?
But Yang Siwei has never used these privileges on Yuan Hua. Not only are they useless, but they also help him take the blame from time to time and block the company's pressure.

The reason is that Yuan Hua gave a lot of money.

The relationship between the two is more like an employee and a boss. She is an employee and Yuan Hua is the boss.

Yuan Hua sat upright and said solemnly: "The person sitting in front of me is my promotion director, not the manager of Orange Blossom. I give bonuses to my employees, so what's the matter with your manager of Orange Blossom Films?"

Yang Siwei smiled: "You have a lot of nonsense."

"That's right, it's good to smile, don't suppress yourself." Yuan Hua said relaxedly: "Not only you, but everyone around me has paid bonuses, and the assistant has also received [-] yuan, and you are only [-] yuan as a publicity director. ,not much."

Hearing that the assistant can get [-] yuan, Yang Siwei is not polite anymore. She took the money and stuffed it into the bag. Fortunately, her bag is big, and it is a little heavy to put tens of thousands of dollars, and the shape does not change.

This year can be a fat year.

"Do you need me to help you find another assistant?" After collecting the money, Yang Siwei blinked and asked.

"Find it again? Why?" Yuan Hua wondered.

"Um, it's okay, anyway, just say what you need."

Cursing inwardly that he was sick, Yuan Hua asked for the car keys: "Go back by yourself, I won't give them away, happy new year."

In addition to explaining a few words about why Yang Siwei accepted the script, the main reason for calling Yang Siwei was to give bonuses.

Money can make evil spirits, and with the money, he believed that Yang Siwei would help him withstand Sister Hua's firepower, even if Sister Hua asked, he would be able to fool him as long as he made a promise, it would not be a big problem.

On New Year's Eve, Yuan Hua simply made three dishes and one soup. After the meal, he opened a can of beer and sat cross-legged on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

The current Spring Festival Gala is different from ten years later.

Ten years later, there will be a lot of stars on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, handsome men and beautiful women, singing and dancing sketches, but just looking at them is not happy.

No one was watching either.

I don't know how many people's youth is gone forever.

The dancing is nothing new, the skits are preachy, and the singing is lip-synch.

The only bright spot may be that there are many stars, but if the audience is looking for the stars, why would they watch the Spring Festival Gala? Aren’t the New Year’s Eve concerts of major TV stations good?

"Everyone in the audience, Happy Chinese New Year!"

"There are 360 ​​five sunrises in a year, I send you 360 five blessings!"

"I am Baiyun, I am Black Earth..."

Yuan Hua was overjoyed by the sketches. At this time, Uncle Benshan was still the unique king of sketches. He and Song Dandan played I am the torchbearer, which was very funny, and there were constant laughs throughout.

If Yuan Hua remembers correctly, there will be another Spring Festival Gala, and Uncle Benshan will bid farewell to the Spring Festival Gala stage completely. Now he will watch one less Spring Festival Gala.

Many loyal viewers of the Spring Festival Gala left after Uncle Benshan left.

At twelve o'clock in a blink of an eye, the host of the Spring Festival Gala announced the welcome of the new year.

At the same time, countless fireworks soaring into the sky outside the window illuminate the entire night sky. From Yuan Hua's point of view, it is true that the lights of Wanjia are never dark.

Standing on the floor-to-ceiling window wall, Yuan Hua said Happy New Year, and then toasted to the city.

"This year's small goal is to be a second-tier high and low!"

"cheers!"

Just after taking two sips, the mobile phone on the sofa rang, Jing Tian called.

"Hello, brother, happy new year."

Through the mobile phone screen, Yuan Hua could feel the joy over there. This was the first time someone wished him New Year's Eve.

"Happy New Year."

"What are you doing?" Jing Tian asked.

"Just watched the Spring Festival Gala."

"I thought you were still running commercial shows at this time."

"I'm not a workaholic, what kind of work do I take when I'm in the New Year's Eve?"

There are a lot of business performances with him, and the more the Chinese New Year, the more money they get, but he pushed them all away, perhaps because of the tradition in his bones. Yuan Hua felt that he had been busy for a year, and the New Year's Eve had to rest.

"Uncle Benshan's Spring Festival Gala was so funny, my stomach hurts from laughing..."

On the other end of the phone, Jing Tian talked a lot, and Yuan Hua happened to be bored by himself, so he didn't interrupt him, just echoing a few words from time to time.

It wasn't until one o'clock that he heard roars urging him to sleep.

"Brother, stop talking, my mother is here, good night."

"OK, good night."

(End of this chapter)