After rebirth, my friend's mother became my maid

In human life, it cannot always be smooth sailing. There will always be setbacks and embarrassing things...

After Zhang Zhiming took a taxi back to the university town, he did not go back to school first. Instead, he went to find Shen Xianglong first.

Now the two of them are sitting in a bar. You look at me and I look at you, both of them are stunned.

The atmosphere was quite awkward.

"Is this really a question for high school students?"

Shen Xianglong sighed. When he was called by Zhang Zhiming to help with the questions, he was quite confident. After all, he was a top student who got into college with excellent grades. But now, he seriously doubted whether he had become stupid.

"Forget it!"

Zhang Zhiming leaned on the chair with his hands spread out, picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Lele: "I'm sorry, Lele, your question is over the top. My friends don't know how to [sweat]".

Yes, the questions must have gone too far, and I couldn't answer the questions. I called my roommates and asked them, except for Chen Min, who answered two of them. Shen Xianglong was also confused.

"Are you looking for me today just to do the questions?" Shen Xianglong asked.

"Of course not."

Zhang Zhiming threw all the few cigarettes he bought in the morning to Shen Xianglong: "I also want to ask how the MV production is going. Why haven't I heard from you after so many days?"

Logically speaking, it doesn't take long to make a music video in post-production, but Shen Xianglong has been here for several days and still doesn't believe it.

"The mv has actually been produced, but there were problems elsewhere."

Shen Xianglong breathed a long sigh of relief: "I asked my mentor about the most appropriate way to release the song. He told me that it is okay to release the song directly on the Internet or to find a studio or company, but it is best not to Choose the former. Although there are many hits released online, there are even more that are buried. The latter two have extensive resources and will usually help you as long as your songs are good enough."

"So?" Zhang Zhiming asked.

Shen Xianglong smoked a cigarette and lit it: "I think we should start a company, and then start from the small goal of releasing a song, and eventually become a super giant leading the national entertainment culture."

"Shall we start a company?" Zhang Zhiming was stunned: "Isn't it the same as an online singer? Do you have the resources or do I have the resources?"

"If we don't have resources, we will create them ourselves." Shen Xianglong said, feeling a little excited for a moment.

Zhang Zhiming still felt a little confused after hearing this, and asked: "But how to create resources?"

"..."

"Uh...I don't know either." Shen Xianglong's excited expression fell silent.

In fact, Shen Xianglong had already gone to the studio and company before, but no one was willing to pay attention to him at all. Those who went over with the song were unwilling to even listen to it, as if it would waste a lot of their time. , it really made Shen Xianglong angry.

That's why he wanted to simply drag Zhang Zhiming into setting up a company. If he succeeded, he would slap that group of people in the face.

However, the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. This question raised by Zhang Zhiming completely confused Shen Xianglong.

How to create resources?

Resources need to be obtained through fame and connections, but fame and connections can only be obtained if you are famous, but if you want to be famous, you need resources. This is an endless loop.

The atmosphere became quiet. Young people are always passionate and impetuous, but after the passion wears off, they become confused about what to do next.

"Brother Xun once said that there are actually no roads on the ground. When there are more people walking, there are roads."

Zhang Zhiming took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, took out a lighter and lit it, and said with a smile: "I'll take one with you. I want to hold 100% of the shares in this company. Of course, I will pay for all the initial financial expenses."

"Ah?" Shen Xianglong said in surprise: "But we don't have the resources."

"Didn't you already say that if we don't have resources, we will create them?" Zhang Zhiming took over.

"..."

Shen Xianglong was silent and couldn't speak for a long time.

Knowing that it is impossible, but still willing to listen to my advice and do it, this is such a great trust.

He said he wanted to hold 100% of the shares, and also mentioned all the financial expenses, so he probably wanted to bear all the risks. In this way, the loss would be his alone and had nothing to do with him.

How can Zhang Zhiming be so good...

At this moment, Shen Xianglong wanted to do things with Zhang Zhiming from the bottom of his heart, not because of money or because he wanted to slap him in the face, but because of his dream and not wanting to live up to Zhang Zhiming's expectations.

"Zhang Zhiming."

Shen Xianglong shouted, then quickly shook his head, stood up, bowed and solemnly shouted: "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Zhiming himself smiled lightly and patted Shen Xianglong on the shoulder as if he was joking: "Director Shen, please sit down quickly."

In fact, contrary to what Shen Xianglong thought, Zhang Zhiming just felt that there was a company that sounded more high-end, and he would have to be more aggressive when talking about it in the future. Moreover, Zhang Zhiming himself did it for fun. It would be good to succeed, but not Success actually has no impact.

Besides, miracles happen every day, who says they will not succeed.

As for financial expenses, Zhang Zhiming just mentioned it casually. After all, it was impossible for Shen Xianglong to pay for it. Rather than making Shen Xianglong's embarrassing request, it was better to make the request himself.

"Okay, while we still have some time, let's apply for company registration as soon as possible." Just as he said, Zhang Zhiming took Shen Xianglong out to take a taxi.

In the taxi, Shen Xianglong asked Zhang Zhiming.

"Mr. Zhang, what do you think the company should be called?"

"What, what do you think?"

"How about we just call it a dream?"

"It's too vulgar and nothing new. Think of another one."

Listening to the remarks of the two young people, the taxi driver thought that they were two guys who were talking about big things and boasting more and more. He couldn't help but joked: "Young people, it's better to go to work honestly and stop dreaming."

People's joys and sorrows are different. Zhang Zhiming doesn't care. Shen Xianglong thinks the driver is a fool who doesn't understand what a dream is. The two of them are still talking to themselves, treating the driver as nothing.

No one answered, and the driver was a little embarrassed. He wanted to admonish the young man as someone who had been there before, and he fell silent.

Once upon a time, he also had a dream, but his dream was really just a dream. He never acted on it, only a fantasy. When he was in his thirties or forties, he felt that he had been rubbed by reality, and he honestly started working as a taxi driver.

Little do they know that reality simply doesn’t bother to bother those who don’t take action for their dreams.

...

It is very easy to register a company in this world. You only need a copy of your ID card, choose your own home as the company address, bring a few hundred dollars to the office, and randomly fill in a million as the registered capital. Anyway, the staff just collects the handling fee.

OK, I won’t verify whether you really have one million.

As the sun set, Zhang Zhiming held a notebook, indicating that the company's registration was complete.

(ps: This is a fictional novel world. Do not get involved with the real world. Please do not fill in the registered capital randomly. The staff will review it.)