Back To 2005

"Have you been tricked? Someone at the TV station will want the stuff those guys filmed last night?"

Without any ups and downs in his mood, Feng Jiming said calmly.

Although he invested a lot of money in that kind of situation, the sober-minded Feng Jiming didn't look down on those directors at all.

In the past few years, he has not seen anyone in the circle make money.

"I will invest one million, accounting for 50%, brother Li will invest one million, accounting for 20%, and you will invest three million, accounting for 30%, how about it?"

After telling an investment ratio, Zhou Anan, who didn't say much, looked at the other party with bright eyes.

Zhou Anan had already had a phone call with Miss Yu before, and the other party promised to invest 500,000 yuan to ensure that it would be broadcast on Shangxing TV Station. The specific time was to be determined, and he asked Li Shucheng to beg for help.

Li Shucheng, who invested a large amount of his pocket money in the Western capital market, also agreed to invest one million, and asked Zhou Anan to find Feng Datou to handle the remaining investment.

This investment plan was ordered by Miss Yu.

If it were Zhou Anan himself, using 10% of the investment in exchange for 25% of the dividend would be a bit unspeakable.

Obviously, this Feng Datou is the one who was taken advantage of by the other two second-generation people.

Of course, the pros and cons are all in the eye of the beholder and the wise.

"OK, no problem."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Feng Jiming agreed directly without thinking for three seconds.

Who is he, the famous Feng Datou.

Even the boss, Li, who holds such a small amount of shares, is a fool and knows that if he wants to get involved, the water in it will definitely not be shallow.

Not to mention that it is guaranteed to be broadcast on Star TV, which is simply famous and beneficial.

A big pie fell from the sky, and Boss Li really didn't lie to him.

As for profit, what the hell.

When he goes out to pick up girls in the future, he will directly bring up this investment case.

Let me ask, who else.

"Okay, I'll contact the director."

After settling all the investments, Zhou Anan took out her mobile phone and made a call.

"Hey, Director Wang, come to Linjiang Hotel when you have time. I'll vote for your script. Okay, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone and looking at the surprised Feng Datou in front of him, Zhou Anan smiled: "The director has done it."

"Niubi."

Looking at the opponent's operation, Feng Datou said he had to accept it.

"Test."

Wang Jing, who put down his phone and sat on the bed, couldn't help but waved vigorously.

Ignoring the art student he caught last night, Wang Jing quickly climbed out of bed, rushed into the bathroom to solve some physiological problems, and took fifteen seconds to clean his face.

"What are you doing?"

The art student on the bed was woken up and asked in confusion.

"I'm going to make a movie. You wait for me to come back and give you a leading role."

There was excitement on his face, and there was no trace of exhaustion from the excessive exercise last night. Wang Jing's heart was filled with the pride of reaching the pinnacle of his life.

"What?"

"boom."

"squeak."

The door opened again, Wang Jing picked up his script from the table and ran out again.

Arriving at the door of the hotel at the speed of a fifty-meter sprint, Wang Jing intercepted a woman's taxi, got into the car and threw a hundred yuan directly to the driver: "We'll be at Linjiang Hotel in ten minutes, no need to look for it."

"Okay, sit tight."

"boom."

The taxi's engine let out a mournful whine and dived into the traffic like crazy.

Before Zhou Anan and the two had finished breakfast, a sweaty young man wearing an Anta T-shirt appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Zhou."

After taking a deep breath, Wang Jing shouted with some anxiety.

"You haven't had breakfast yet. Let's talk after you're full."

Pointing to the opposite side, Zhou Anan said with a smile.

"OK."

Facing investors, Wang Jing at this time was not at all as grand as before in front of art students, smiling like a grandson.

""Love Dormitory" is good."

Looking at the script in his hand, Zhou Anan nodded after confirming it.

Yes, Zhou Anan didn't expect to meet such a dark horse at the 'Crazy Investment Conference' last night.

Now that he has read the script, it is very similar to the popular TV series in his memory, except for some humorous jokes and some discrepancies.

None of this matters. Zhou Anan knows very well how popular this TV series is, and the second, third, and fourth series he developed have all made a mess.

Even the big bullshit movie that was spawned many years later has made hundreds of millions because of emotions.

As for why this guy hasn’t found an investor yet, haha, it’s because last year a certain inn-themed sitcom exploded, and various film and television companies have stockpiled at least thousands of similar scripts.

Who would fall in love with a new director with little qualifications, except Zhou Anan, who has a great eye for people.

After signing the letter of intent, Zhou Anan handed over 5 million funds to a certain producer sent by Miss Yu, and waited for future dividends. The rest was not his business.

It’s a great investment.

"Am I the heroine?"

Sitting on the sofa, Zhu Yiqi asked in disbelief when he heard the news.

"come over."

Patting his legs, Zhou Anan motioned for the other party to come over. While moving his hands and feet, he said: "The director and the script have been decided. Which role you can get depends on your image."

"It's not you who has the final say about my image."

Blessed to the soul, Zhu Yiqi said shyly in cooperation.

Keep the most precious things for a try and fly to the sky in one step. This principle is indeed correct. Isn't she the best example now?

A bright future is opening to her.

"Haha, that's true."

Finally getting a taste of the benefits of being an investor, Zhou Anan rushed to Hangzhou in a happy mood and reported the situation to his eldest sister.

"You've learned how to play movies and TV shows. Isn't it too much money? Come in and I'll give you 30% of the shares of Meimei.com."

Gently stirring the coffee in his hand, Yu Xianer looked at the young boy opposite with a smile.

"Forget it, I don't have any money, I still got the five hundred thousand."

Shrugging, Zhou Anan said that his body was too small to eat that big meal.

If he follows the direction he proposed, Zhou Anan can certainly see the prospect of the US Open becoming extremely popular, but he has no money.

What is Meimei.com?

Meimei.com is a gourmet food and takeout website that was independently operated at Zhou Anan's suggestion to spin off the takeout business of the milk tea shop.

Well, we are currently losing money and burning money.

The current network environment is not yet mature. Mobile phones have just been able to access the Internet, and 3G and 4G are not yet available. Zhou Anan will not mind throwing too much money into it.

Of course, for a big family like Miss Yu, focusing on the future is far more important than immediate interests.

According to incomplete estimates, the US-US Open has lost half a million yuan every month since its establishment.

As for the money he dug out, Zhou Anan didn't lie.

In order to get the five hundred thousand, Zhou An'an and Zhou Xiaoke discussed in advance that each of them would receive a mid-year dividend of one million from the funds of the electric vehicle store.

"If Meimei.com goes bankrupt, give me all your shares in the milk tea shop."

The spoon ordered some coffee, and Yu Xian'er glared at him.

"If we still lose money in 2013, I will compensate you myself."

"Can you say that again?"

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