Chapter 236 Silly Hui, Shoot!
Chapter 236 Silly Hui, Shoot!
"Except for businesses in Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan and the mainland, the rest of the overseas businesses can be handed over to Jinlibao."
"We will cooperate for five years first, and no more than 20 events per year. Ah Rong, do you think this is appropriate?"
Jinlibao's concessions were huge. With 20 overseas events every year, or 100 events in five years, it seemed easy to earn back the 2 million yuan in liquidated damages.
But the future is full of uncertainties. Maybe Zhang Guorong can earn hundreds of thousands of yuan for an event in the future, or maybe she will be blacklisted by Huaxing and no one will invite her even for a few thousand yuan.
David Mi must be optimistic about Zhang Guorong's development, and he uses activities to offset debts, actually wanting to collect some interest.
The biggest obstacle for Zhang Guorong to change jobs is that she cannot pay three million at once.
With the net income of Hong Kong artists, it is extremely difficult to save three million in cash after five years of debut.
After all, Zhang Guorong is not that famous yet. After deducting the cost of food, clothing, housing and transportation, he only has a few hundred thousand yuan in his hands.
Negotiate the three million down to one million, and use labor to offset the rest, which is equivalent to paying the bill in installments.
Zhang Guorong quickly agreed: "Boss, I'm OK. But the company will definitely suffer some losses."
"It's okay to be able to help you, so a little loss is okay." Yin Zhaotang waved his hand, took a puff of his cigar, and spoke in a calm tone, which almost raised Zhang Guirong's favorability to the maximum.
Lai Siu-tin felt that he was loyal and praised him, "Rongzi, you have signed a contract with a good company. With Boss Yin's care, your future career will be smoother."
David Mi pondered for a moment and said, "There's no need to limit yourself to twenty shows. Just do more and make as much money as you can."
Yin Zhaotang smiled and said, "David, can you please have some contractual spirit? Write it in the contract to avoid disputes in the future."
"Arong, everyone is here, buy a plane ticket to Hokkaido for vacation, what if you hold a meet-and-greet directly in the hotel?"
"Don't worry, when we have free time, Arong also wants to make more money, so he won't be stuck with the shows."
Zhang Guorong said: "Yes, Sir David, I will try my best to cooperate."
David Mi sighed and nodded helplessly: "Boss Yin is really good at talking, and it's hard to find fault with him. Okay, I'll believe Mr. Yin for once."
"Arong, bring money to the company tomorrow to sign."
Zhang Guorong looked excited and said, "Thank you, Sir David!"
Ah Le received the boss's gaze, stood up and said, "I'll ask the lawyer to prepare a contract, sign it in the office, and transfer the money on the spot."
Yin Zhaotang saw that David was a little reluctant, so he smiled and comforted him: "After signing the contract, let's have a meal together, and then call a few pretty girls to massage your feet in the evening."
"There's a new group of White Russian girls coming to the company. David, are you interested?"
David Mi's stern face quietly showed a little smile, and he nodded happily: "Okay, I know a delicious Sichuan restaurant, let's go and try it together?"
Ah Le secretly admired the boss's solution and hurried to sort out the contracts.
Zhang Guorong felt awkward and drank her tea a little uneasily. When she saw her mentor going to the toilet, she quickly made an excuse to make a phone call and followed him.
Lai Siu Tin untied his belt, stood in front of the pit, and asked in confusion, "Ah Rong, you'll be free soon, what are you afraid of?"
Zhang Guorong said awkwardly: "Master, I don't have enough money to take out one million Hong Kong dollars from my account."
"Not even one million?" Lai Siu-tin was a little surprised.
Zhang Guorong said: "I bought an apartment in Tsim Sha Tsui, but it will take some time to sell it."
Lai Siu Tin understood, pulled up his pants, and without washing his hands, patted his disciple on the shoulder and said gently, "Don't worry, I'll pay for you."
"It's just a small amount of money. I'll make it back in a few years."
The contract with Huaxing only charges 30% of the distribution fee, and the remaining 70% after deducting taxes is the artist's personal income.
Tianyu Brokerage only takes 10 points.
Therefore, Zhang Guorong never felt that the penalty of three million was too high, it was just that she really had no money in her pocket.
In a few years, I will definitely be able to take it out easily.
As long as you switch to Huaxing and follow your mentor, you don’t have to worry about having no future.
But capital likes to use this to control newcomers. If they can’t make it, even the most talented genius will be trapped in a cage.
Zhang Guorongsheng had the help of noble people, and all his troubles were easily solved.
I returned to the office with my master, feeling more confident. As the lawyer brought the documents into the room, I decided to talk about money.
At this time, Yin Zhaotang put a pen next to David Mi's hand and said slowly: "David, do you want to call Jin Libao's lawyer?"
David Mi flipped through the documents with a confident expression: "My second degree is a bachelor's degree in law. It's a simple termination contract. I don't think I need to hire anyone."
"That's great. The one million yuan penalty has already been deposited into the account."
The receiving account is David Mi’s personal account.
"There's no problem with the contract."
David Mi picked up the pen and signed his name easily.
It was Zhang Guorong who terminated the contract with Jinlibao, but the company that signed the overseas business authorization with Tianyu was a private company.
The fake foreigner named Mi is stealing the rice from the real foreigner!
But as the general manager of Kimberly-Clark's Hong Kong Island region, David Mi can adjust the account details as long as the company's performance increases.
Professional managers will have several shell companies under them to earn some profits upstream and downstream of the parent company.
After a few laughs, Zhang Guorong looked at the termination contract and said with excitement, "Thank you, boss. I will immediately transfer the liquidated damages to the company account."
Yin Zhaotang shook his head, waved his hand to let him sit down, and said in a gentle voice: "Arong, although the company does not interfere with music distribution, it still relies on you to make money."
"I don't know which company to go to for music, so I won't interfere. But I know that if you are popular, the company will be popular, so there is no need to rush to pay back the one million."
"When there are business activities later, the money will be deducted from your dividends." Anyone with a little insight can see that Zhang Guorong is short of money, so he paid some money in advance in exchange for Zhang's trust.
Legally, Tianyu does not have the power to interfere in music production, let alone threaten its artists.
It would be better to sell more so that when someone wants to promote him in the future, there will be no misunderstanding.
Zhang Guorong was indeed very grateful, a little uneasy, and eager to show off: "Brother Tang, I can pay it back, the company doesn't need to pay for it."
"Don't worry, I won't charge you interest." Yin Zhaotang exhaled white smoke with a gentle expression.
Lai Siu-tin was completely relieved and patted his disciple's hand.
"Arong, just thank Yin Sheng."
Zhang Guorong nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Tang."
"We're one family, no need to keep saying thank you." Yin Zhaotang waved his hands with a look of annoyance on his face, as if he really hated being polite.
The gangster spirit in his body cannot be hidden at all.
In the past, Fei Zai Xing was also a big gangster, but gangsters are only loyal to their brothers in life and death, not to actors.
Zhang Guorong experienced the meaning of loyalty for the first time and suddenly found that having a boss who came from underworld was not necessarily a bad thing.
No wonder there are always people saying that if you want to survive in the underworld, you have to follow the right people. It seems that it is the same in the entertainment industry.
Follow the right boss.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the group had dinner at the Chengdu Restaurant in Sham Shui Po and then went to the bathing beach on Shanghai Street.
Yin Zhaotang was lying on the massage bed, enjoying the skills of the 18th technician.
Sha Hui walked to the boss' side and whispered, "Boss, a boss named Ding called and said he wanted to tell you something."
"Ding?"
Yin Zhaotang closed his eyes, thought for a few seconds, and asked in confusion: "Who is it?"
"He runs a nightclub in Wan Chai." Sha Hui replied.
"Give me the phone." Yin Zhaotang opened his eyes and raised his arms.
Sha Hui handed the mobile phone to the boss, then put his hands in front of him and stood quietly by.
Lai Siu-tin, Ah Lok, Leslie Cheung and David Michael were all lying in the box, not saying a word, but with their ears perked up.
On the phone, Ding Jiasheng pleaded sincerely and humbly: "Mr. Yin, a business partner has returned from Singapore and specifically wants Chen Baozhu to sing a song."
"Can you help arrange one, the last one?"
Yin Zhaotang frowned and said unhappily: "Didn't Ah Le tell you clearly? Do you want me to say it again?"
Ding Jiasheng smiled and said, "Mr. Le said so, so I came to beg you, Mr. Yin, two hundred thousand, I can give you twice as much, can you give me some face?"
"My friend happens to be a fan of Chen Baozhu."
Today, A Le called the owners of the dance hall and told them about it, and someone will come to add money in the evening.
Yin Zhaotang couldn't help but feel a little angry, suspecting that someone was deliberately making trouble.
"Boss Ding, wait a moment, I will arrange someone."
Ding Jiasheng thought the deal was done, and thanked him repeatedly: "Mr. Yin, thank you very much, thank you very much."
"Shahui, please say hello to Boss Ding for me." Yin Zhaotang closed the antenna with a cold tone.
In the past, we had to maintain some face with the bosses in Wan Chai, but now even the Golden Palace Nightclub has become the property of Zhongyitang.
He didn't take the small bosses of several nightclubs seriously at all.
Ding Jiasheng sat on the leather sofa in the box, shaking his wine glass and toasting with his friends with a proud look on his face.
"They are just actors. They sing when they are told to sing and dance when they are told to dance. They don't come out. They really think they are fairies."
Duan Mingren, the owner of the Happy Dance Hall, raised his glass and drank heavily, boasting loudly: "Brother Ding is really amazing. With just one phone call, even Shenxiantang has to give him face."
Ding Jiasheng's face was flushed, his eyes were bright, he was dizzy, and a little bit oblivious: "Shenxian Tang, give him face and call him Brother Tang. If you don't give him face, he is a Kwun Tong bad boy."
Duan Mingren showed fear on his face and did not respond, but Ding Jiasheng's younger brother Ding Jiahua patted his chest and stood up proudly: "I'm not bragging, if it weren't for our support, would Shenxiantang want to plant a flag in Wan Chai?"
"Eat shit!"
Duan Mingren put down his wine glass in panic: "Jiahua, shut up, be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall."
"What are you afraid of?"
"My cousin Kai Xin has been released from prison. He is one of the Seven Stars of Shing Wo. Tomorrow, the head of Shing Wo, You Bo, will hold a banquet in Causeway Bay to welcome Kai Xin."
"Shenxiantang is amazing, but compared with Shenghe Qixing, he is just a small shrimp." Ding Jiahua pinched his little finger and spoke in a very arrogant tone with a look of disdain on his face.
Ding Jiasheng asked Chen Baozhu to come out, actually he wanted her to sing for Kai Xin, but there was another point, the six bosses present were all keen on inviting singers to create hype for the venue.
This was the first time that Yin Zhaotang refused to let his artists drink with him, which made the owners of the dance halls very dissatisfied. Ding Jiasheng thought he had done a great service to Zhongyi Hall, so he took the initiative to be the first to speak out, just to earn some favors.
At this moment, the door of the box room was suddenly pushed open. Sha Hui took out a pistol from behind his waist, rushed in, pulled the gun barrel open, and jumped onto the wine table.
He pointed at Ding Jiasheng's forehead, looked around, and said, "Boss Ding, Brother Tang wants to say hello to you!"
Ding Jiasheng's forehead was sweating, his heart was beating wildly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Threate me!"
"In Wan Chai, I was the first one to come over to help Yin Sheng. The whole Wan Chai knows it. If you dare, shoot me!"
(End of this chapter)