Chapter 122 Culture Co., Ltd.


Chapter 122 Culture Co., Ltd.

In Guangde Building.

Zhang Yuan did not force the other party to make a decision on the spot, but changed the subject in a gentle voice, chatted for a while, then said goodbye as usual and left gracefully.

"Yuan, do you still have this idea?"

On the way, Brother Qian grinned and said to himself that I seemed to be taken advantage of by this kid today.

But I'm really not angry.

He helped me find a job, and this relationship will last a lifetime.

In addition, he really didn’t introduce it blindly, the other party is indeed capable.

He also had a good time.

"Brother Qian, in our industry, whether we are cross talk actors or film and television actors, they are actually like products on supermarket shelves." Zhang Yuan said as he walked.

"It looks glamorous, but you can only let others choose. Directors, producers, investors, if anyone is dissatisfied, they can kill you with a stick."

"If someone accidentally offends someone, It is more likely that the future will be ruined."

The image of Huang Haibo emerged in Zhang Yuan's mind.

After this accident, even the bearded man publicly expressed his regret, but it is not clear whether it is true regret or just a cat crying like a mouse.

“So, in our industry, we either have to find a backer, or we have to become a backer ourselves.” Zhang Yuan knew very well that personal abilities are ultimately limited.

"Then do you want to find a backer, or do you want to be a backer?" Brother Qian asked with a smile.

"Brother Qian, you made a mistake." Zhang Yuan replied: "This is not a multiple-choice question."

"But I want them all!"

Who says that while looking for a backer, you can't grow yourself and become a backer?

Just like many people who are submissive at work, but are aggressive in the bathing city.

These two things are not contradictory to each other, they just have different positions.

"Ouch!" Brother Qian took a breath of surprise.

It was only now that he realized that his roommate's ambition and ability were probably even more amazing than he imagined.

The two returned to the courtyard and soon had Qian Ge’s homemade cold dishes.

Don’t mention it, people are afraid of getting used to it. I used to eat it every day, but I haven’t eaten it for a while recently, and I even miss it a little bit.

They had just started eating when there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

"I'll open the door." Zhang Yuan suppressed Brother Qian who wanted to get up and went there in person.

"Teacher Guo, here we come." He raised his hand to open the door, and it was just as he expected.

Guo Degang happily walked into the courtyard carrying two bottles of liquor packed with red mesh ropes.

“Here, let’s get together and have a bite.” Zhang Yuan led him to the table. Teacher Guo licked his lips habitually and sat down with some embarrassment.

If he comes now, what else can happen?

Of course it is biting the hook.

In fact, after Zhang Yuan and Brother Qian left, he was still struggling. After all, he founded this club with only three people and invested too much energy and emotion. Now he wants to share it with others, and he is unwilling to do so. .

At this time, it was Mr. Zhang Wenshun who could stop him with just one sentence.

“Do you have a choice?”

"If our stall continues to do this, sooner or later we will become famous."

"The gangster is here again, who will protect you?"

"The flattering master named Yu Qian belongs to him. Friends, will you come again?”

“Will you still have the TV series promotion and so many connections?”

“Now the time, location, and people are all in Zhang Yuan’s hands. Go on, you don’t agree?”

At this moment, Teacher Guo just woke up from a dream.

Yes!

You can’t generate electricity for love when you put so much effort into it.

It is shameless to ask others to give selflessly if they are not relatives or friends.

So many temptations are in front of me, but behind me is a garden that is about to collapse. I can’t afford the rent, and I sell cars to support my wife.

On one side is a beautiful future, on the other is a painful present.

Then I’m still confused!

He found that he never seemed to have a choice.

“This Zhang Yuan is really amazing!” Zhang Wenshun sighed: “Always smiling, but he does everything quietly.”

“Man, as long as you have tasted Sweetness, I can’t go back.”

In this way, Teacher Guo decided to visit.

"Brother, what you said before..." After drinking a few drinks, Guo Degang took the initiative to speak.

“It’s like this. The structure of the traditional class club is not suitable for today’s society.”

“I think we need to set up a company and modernize management.”

“Register I will provide the funds, and the equity structure will be shared between the two of us. As for the ratio..." Zhang Yuan smiled, showing his white teeth under the moonlight.

"I'm 51, you're 49, how about it."

Guo Degang's heart skipped a beat, and he sank, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Zhang Yuan’s idea is very simple, I must have the right to speak!

But don’t stress it too much, otherwise once you start doing it, others will turn around and re-establish the class club, and your work will not be in vain.

After all, the most important asset in this industry is its people.

Therefore, the equity distribution is almost half per person, but if you have a little more, it is enough to have the right to make the decision.

"I have also thought of the name of the company." Zhang Yuan said without saying anything, and continued: "Each of our names will have one word."

"Let's call it 'Deyuan Society' How? "

Hearing these three words, Guo Degang's expression softened a lot.

His name starts with Zhang Yuan!

Zhang Yuan's expression changed and he smiled secretly in his heart.

“I knew it...”

Just like the previous lunch box company, he used the names of Zhao Jin and Cao Jianjun.

The poorer and more difficult it is, the more you care about your reputation. Because you have no money, no car, no house, nothing. All you have left is your face. Of course you value it.

On the other hand, most of the investment tycoons and business tycoons are hiding behind the scenes. The ownership structure of many companies has to go through eight twists and turns before even a trace of them can be detected.

They don't need a name, they can just make a fortune in silence.

The same is true for Zhang Yuan. This kind of false reputation doesn't matter at all. What he wants is benefits.

But it is very important to Guo Degang, who is living in poverty today.

He wants to be famous!

I suffered a little loss in terms of equity, but I can get it back in terms of name. To the outside world, this is still my team... Teacher Guo thought this way, and most of the depression in his heart dissipated. "This is a good name!" Finally, he picked up the wine glass and said with a smile.

In this way, the two reached an agreement.

Actually, Zhang Yuan had already thought about it. If Guo Degang didn't agree, he would have already eaten Brother Qian's cold dish anyway, so he would lock the toilet door. If he didn't agree, he wouldn't open the door!

......

The next day, they went to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to handle the company's application.

When handling this matter, Zhang Yuan specifically asked Zhao Decai to borrow a company accountant, so the process went very smoothly.

Fatty Zhao is also very generous. When the time comes for a new store to be renovated and a new store to be opened, he will also send flower baskets and red envelopes.

"Deyuanshe Culture Co., Ltd."

A few days later, the two of them and Brother Qian gathered together in the courtyard, holding the business license that smelled of ink and passing it around for appreciation.

"Teacher Guo, from now on you will be that kind of virtue."

"I'm just this far away."

"I have limited education." Brother Qian took a deep breath from his cigarette and immediately continued, making the two of them shake their shoulders with joy.

As expected of you, you must not let your words fall to the ground.

The company had just been set up, and the bearded man contacted him. People from the TV station and the radio station were already in place, and the storytelling of "Dragon Babu" was about to start.

Inside Guangde Building.

All the tables, chairs and benches originally used by the audience were moved aside to make room for the camera crew to set up machines.

While taking advantage of the preparatory work, Zhang Yuan stepped forward and chatted with the staff of the Imperial TV and radio stations one by one.

It goes without saying that he is already familiar with the three-piece suit of greetings, smoking, and bragging.

Although Big Beard has a close relationship with CCTV, this kind of promotional video is still not qualified to be on CCTV, so it was shot by Imperial TV Station.

However, unlike the bearded man, Zhang Yuan had only a general interest in people from the TV station, but he came to a tall crew member with a flat head and a round face wearing glasses.

"Hello, Mr. Dapeng, I like your program very much." Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand to say hello.

This Dapeng is not that Dapeng, not the Dapeng who later broke into the bathing city with Teacher Qiao Shan.

This is the host of Imperial Art Broadcasting. The program "Happy Teahouse" he leads focuses on broadcasting traditional cross talk, storytelling, stand-up comedy and other programs.

Last year, with a score of 4%, this program became the most listened-to column in the afternoon slot of Imperial Radio Station.

This shows that traditional folk art actually still has a market and mass base.

"Hello." Dapeng was very polite on his face, but he was dissatisfied in his heart.

Why?

He is an old fanatic who loves to search for old programs and jokes that have been left behind.

I also respect those old gentlemen very much.

So I heard that the storyteller today is a young man. It doesn’t matter if he didn’t have a teacher. He is also an actor?

That's not the business at all.

Isn’t this nonsense!

But he had to do the tasks assigned by the leader, and he didn’t want to come.

"Teacher Dapeng, please give me more advice later. You are an expert, and I am just a guest."

The attitude is quite good... Dapeng feels better about him. few.

Before the show started recording, Zhang Yuan changed into the costume of Murong Fu in the play as he had said to Big Beard before. Holding a folding fan, he walked on the stage gracefully with a standard square step and three shakes per step.

As soon as he appeared from the last scene, the eyes of several female TV station staff members lit up.

It doesn’t matter what you listen to, just looking at it makes you happy.

The table usually used for crosstalk has been replaced with an ebony table, just to match his dressing style.

Zhang Yuan settled down, his expression was calm, his eyes were not squinting, he really had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, bright eyes and white teeth, showing the style of a handsome young man.

The bearded man looked around proudly, as if saying something.

Look.

Look at it all.

How are the actors in our crew?

How is my taste!

Dapeng from the radio station frowned. No matter how good-looking he was, it was in vain if he was not strong enough.

“ACTION!”

After the on-site director gave the order, Zhang Yuan started his performance just like when he was on the set.

“Three feet of dragon spring and thousands of books.”

“What is God’s will for me.”

"You cannot govern the country and bring peace to the world."

"Pretending to be a man...a real man!"

Zhang Yuan threw the imperial son, and there was a loud bang that echoed around the beam for three days, full of momentum.

Guo Degang, Yu Qian, Zhang Wenshun and Li Jing, who were hiding in the background, kept nodding.

In terms of momentum alone, Zhang Yuan is the winner!

Traditional folk performers are divided into three stages: students, actors and actors.

Leaving aside the primary stage of being a student, the biggest difference between actors and actors is not their ability, but their personal charm!

During the Republic of China, there was a storyteller in Jinmen nicknamed "Yang Xihua".

The amazing thing about this person is that he never speaks seriously about storytelling, and holds a copy of the day's newspaper in his hand when he goes to work every day.

Sit down on the stage, spread out the newspaper, and read and comment on the facts. The audience still applauded, and it became a hit.

This is Jiaoer!

What everyone comes to see is him, and it doesn’t matter what he says.

What I like is this personal charm.

Several professionals looked backstage and saw that the opening poem was so powerful and loud as a bell.

As I sat there, the women in the audience all had starry eyes, full of personal charm.

This already exceeds 90% of the actors!

Dapeng, who was standing next to the radio equipment, was also quite surprised.

Appearance aside, this guy is really energetic and confident.

“The role he played must be Murong Fu.”

“The opening poem I chose just matches his role.”

"Holding a sword, reading poetry and books, but having no family or country to serve, isn't this what Murong Fu's life was like."

Dapeng nodded: "It's interesting."

台At this moment, Zhang Yuan opened his folding fan, swayed gently, and caused the ends of his hair to flutter, and then opened the book...

(End of this chapter)

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