Reborn Millennial Gamer

Chapter 145 I think you are making things difficult for me

In the millennium, there is a kind of superstitious worship of the rich.

Regardless of the original sin of starting a business, taking pride in making money and wealth, the typical three people are Li Cucumber, Liu Chuanzhi, and Lu Yun. Ten years before and after, the reputation has been reversed 180 degrees.

At this time, Lu Fei had also passed his addiction, like a guiding light in the dark night, young people swarmed up, gathered at the door and blocked, Baba begged to see the most holy teacher.

"The 'world is flat' I just said, is it just the title of the book..."

"Mr. Lu, where can I buy your books?"

He could only retreat back to the auditorium and wait for the security to evacuate the crowd.

Zu Wencui sat facing each other and said with a smile, "The world is flat. This idea is too fresh. Did you think of it yourself?"

Lu Fei nodded against Bilian, "That's right, I wanted to (copy) it."

Zu Wencui suggested: "You can organize this idea into a book titled "The World Is Flat."

Lu Fei rubbed his chin and quickly understood the intention.

Publishing a book, like being on the rich list, business journals, financial newspapers, etc., is a routine operation for entrepreneurs to become famous.

If you are famous, you have to publish a book, but if you are not famous, you can also publish a book.

Entrepreneurs of Neon love this set, such as Kazuo Inamori, and Konosuke Matsushita earlier.

The published book is full of quotations, which seem to make sense, but if you really listen to what you say, it is almost nonsense literature.

This is also part of the extension of the business, just like idols posting drafts, setting up people, promoting themselves, and jointly promoting the company and brand to create a compelling style.

New York real estate agents can publish their autobiography, but I can't?

Of course he would not miss this opportunity. "The World Is Flat" is a global bestseller. Although he can't remember everything, how can the boss write it himself? Either dictate or...

"Do you need me to recommend a few publishing houses?" Zu Wencui asked.

Lu Fei declined the kindness, but gave a sweet date, and he will be invited to write the preface after the book is completed.

This kid is really good!

Zu Wencui showed a satisfied smile, which was extraordinarily bright.

After a while, the security guard came over and told them that the crowd had dissipated. They set off immediately and walked out of the auditorium under the escort of Zu Wencui's bodyguards and more than a dozen security guards.

"Give you a ride?" Zu Wencui invited.

"Not on the way, I'm going to Taiwan Railway." Lu Fei said.

Zu Wencui immediately thought of the Golden Horse Award, and joked, "Are you confident to win an award?"

"It depends on whether the judges give it or not?"

Lu Fei waved his hand, watched the car drive away slowly, and was about to hail a taxi, when a Mercedes-Benz suddenly drove by in his sight, Yang Zhihong got out of the car, and came to the front in a fluttering manner.

"Lu, Mr. Lu, I'm Yang Zhihong, the boss of Haoledi you want to see."

"President Yang." Lu Fei shook hands.

"Where are you going, I'll drive for a while?"

Yang Zhihong opened his mouth and kept saying "you", his posture was too low, he could get together in the group of big bosses, and he was not a big boss, but he was also a big boss reserve. What he wants to do ktv business like him is to open up the door.

Lu Fei nodded, got into the car, and reported the location.

Yang Zhihong sternly urged the driver to drive, and then said politely: "President Lu, don't worry about Qilixiang's contract, we will never tear it up, Wu Zongxian signed it, and Hao Ledi also agrees."

"It seems that Alpha is already in Mr. Yang's pocket."

Lu Fei raised his lips and asked if it was convenient for Fang to reveal the price.

Yang Zhihong made no secret of it, and bluntly said that for 3 million NT dollars, he didn't like the gift of Wen Lan at all, and he only looked at Jay Chou.

"Coincidentally, I'm looking for you because of him. Feigou.com wants to continue to act as the agent for the online distribution rights of his subsequent albums, isn't it difficult?"

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult."

Yang Zhihong is not interested in the petty profits of the music company at all, and he is openly selling it as a favor.

"I will directly decide this matter. What conditions were the agency before, and what conditions will be the agency after that."

Lu Fei gave a thumbs up, feeling that he saved the time to travel year after year, but after 07, he still had to find Jay Chou.

Yang Zhihong wondered: "Mr. Lu, why are you looking for Jay Chou? After 07, whether he signs the contract or not, the copyright belongs to Alfa."

"Mr. Yang doesn't know?"

"What do I know?"

"His contract has a protection clause."

Lu Fei pretended to be surprised, and slowly pointed out that once the 8-year contract ends, the copyright will return to Jay Chou.

"Wu Zongxian didn't mention it to Mr. Yang?"

"No, I don't know." Yang Zhihong was dumbfounded.

Lu Fei said: "If Jay Chou doesn't sign a contract with you, you will have to re-sign the broadcasting rights and pay the royalties again."

"Thanks to President Lu's reminder, I was almost deceived by Wu Zongxian."

Yang Zhihong's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he gritted his teeth. If Lu Fei hadn't been present, he would have cursed.

Seeing this, Lu Fei didn't add fuel to the fire. Instead, he talked with Yang Zhihong about Jay Chou's development in the mainland, opening up markets, and helping Qilixiang open up sales.

Along the way, Yang Zhihong held back his anger and agreed wholeheartedly.

When Lu Fei was sent to the train station, his face was pulled down instantly, and his forehead was covered with black lines.

"Antelope, Wu Zongxian dares to lie to me, 3 million, 1.5 million is about the same, I want to teach him a lesson, scold (nnd)!"

His men didn't say a word, their faces were murderous.

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On the evening of the 7th, the Organizing Committee of the Golden Horse Awards suddenly received an urgent message. At [-] or [-] o'clock, Wu Zongxian went out to eat, but was beaten to the bone, broke a leg and was admitted to the hospital.

It is definitely impossible to host the awards ceremony.

All of a sudden, the deployment and arrangement of the Golden Horse Awards were disrupted, and the host had to be temporarily changed.

The news quickly spread to the 12-member jury. At this time, they also called out urgently one by one, and gathered in the office, staring at each other, bewildered.

"Who did it?" Qiu Gangjian felt relieved.

"Mr. Qiu, the paparazzi is either in the hospital or on the way to the hospital. You can see the news in newspapers and magazines tomorrow morning."

Wu Peiyu sat obediently in the corner. Relying on her family, she managed to get into the jury of the Golden Horse Awards, making up for her qualifications.

"That's right, but it's necessary to call us here just for him!"

Qiu Gangjian's words were in line with the thoughts of the other judges. They all showed dissatisfaction, waited for a while, and finally waited until the chairman of the executive committee opened the door and entered.

"Chairman, why did you call everyone here?" Qiu Gangjian asked.

The chairman said: "The list of awards you judged needs to be changed. I need to discuss it with you. We must discuss a result tonight."

They all looked at each other in blank dismay, what exactly were they discussing?
The chairman said directly: ""Seventeen-year-old Bicycle" has been shortlisted for so many awards, how come none of them have been shortlisted. It does not meet our usual average distribution."

Wu Peiyi didn't say a word, just watched the other judges get angry, and pointed the finger at Jiao Xiongping, because before the award, Jiao Xiongping accused the jury of being unprofessional in front of the media, and the breakthrough was her own relationship.

""Seventeen-Year-Old Bicycle" won't win the award, Chairman, you agreed before, you won't go back on your word, right?"

The chairman coughed twice guiltyly, "The past was the past, and the present is the present. "Seventeen-Year-Old Bicycle" must win the award, at least Lu Fei, who was shortlisted, must win the award!"

"Lu Fei?"

Wu Peiyu reviewed the list and noticed that he was nominated for Best Actor and Newcomer Award, "Chairman, what is his background?"

"Don't ask, I don't know either."

The chairman said sternly: "But I just want to cut a piece of cake for him."

"Isn't this unfair!"

Qiu Gangjian said angrily: "The Golden Horse Award is about fairness. It cannot be bought or kidnapped. Even if someone calls you to beg for favors, you cannot agree to it. Chairman, I think you are making things difficult for everyone!"

After the words fell, the judges were full of complaints.

"That's right, the person who interceded with Lu Fei has a big background?"

"Which big name?"

"Because of him, we were all called together so late, who does he think he is!"

With a bang, Qiu Gangjian said with a stern face, "This Lu Fei, he can't be judged for any awards, even if the Heavenly King Laozi is here, I will never give in."

The chairman sighed, whispered a few words to the thorn, and saw that his face suddenly changed and his expression was dull.

"Just built, is it difficult?"

"No, it's not embarrassing, it's not embarrassing at all."

Qiu Gangjianyi unhesitatingly supported the award to Lu Fei.

The judges were all dumbfounded, and their attitudes changed too quickly. This Lu Fei is so terrifying!
Wu Peiyu looked at the name on the list, full of curiosity——

Lu Fei is greater than the heavenly king Lao Tzu, how is he sacred?

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(End of this chapter)