Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Jiangzicheng’s dream of three millionaires only lasted for a while, and was quickly beaten back to the prototype.

After deducting the various handling fees of 3 million patacas, only 2.5 million renminbi remained.

He owes a lot of money to Mr. Xie. Mr. Xie collects interest strictly according to the 5% interest rate. Millions.

What can one million do?

Can't afford a luxury car, can't afford a trip around the world, can't afford a half-house in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen.

But this million... just can afford the dream of a documentary director.

Jiang Zicheng only considered for a few minutes before he decided to invest one million in Kapil, the respected Indian documentary filmmaker.

Investing in documentaries is a matter of losing money without making money. Jiang Zicheng does not seek fame or profit, but can't bear to watch an excellent filmmaker bend his waist for money. He still remembers that at that reception, Kapil had a face full of weather, and he couldn't even afford a fitted suit, but when he talked about his dreams, his eyes were gleaming.

When Xie Beiwang heard of his decision, his face was a little bit surprised, and asked, "Are you sure?"

During this time of contact, Jiang Zicheng never concealed his importance of money. Xie Beiwang thought he would deposit the remaining money in the bank safely, just like a bird building a nest, cherishing every little one. Branches. How could he have thought that Jiang Zicheng would be so "generous" that he invested his money in a bottomless pit that would never be rewarded without blinking his eyes.

Jiang Zicheng nodded and said honestly: "In fact, there is another reason. The money for horse racing is too fast, and I and I are not firm! I'm afraid I can't hold it, and I'm stuck in the pit of horse betting. It's better to give this million to people in real need as soon as possible. I don't have money in my hands, so I won't worry about it any more."

"..." Xie Beiwang looked at his well-behaved appearance, and had an urge to hug him.

Jiang Zicheng is really a natural softhearted person.

…

Just do it when you think of it. On the way back from the jockey club to the hotel, Jiang Zicheng nestled in the back seat of the Lincoln sedan and got through to Director Kapil's call.

India is two and a half hours slower than China, Macau is almost late at night, and India just sunset.

After the call was connected, Kapil followed the receiver with curry English and floated in the car.

"Really, Jiang?! Would you like to be my investor? Are you kidding me?!" Kapil used three interrogative sentences in a row, followed by a long series of happy laughs.

Jiang Zicheng replied: "Kapil, I admire you, and I believe you will become an excellent documentary director and the glory of Bollywood."

Kapil was moved. His documentary project has been stagnant for too long, and even the seller's wealth cannot fill this hole. He went to Venice to try his luck, but he ended up in despair. He didn't think of the young artist who happened to meet at the reception, and he was willing to spend all the money to support him! And they only drank a glass of wine and said a few words, not even "friends"!

"Thank you, thank you!" Kapil held back his tears and told Jiang Zicheng his bank account in vague English: "Jiang, you are my eternal friend! Thank you for your one million dollars!"

"..." Jiang Zicheng was sluggish, "Wait, one million dollars?"

Kapil: "Yes, one million dollars, is there any problem?"

Jiang Zicheng: "..." He swallowed and said stiffly, "...I, I thought it was one million yuan."

He only got one million yuan after hitting the Grand Canal, how could he change the remaining six million yuan? !

Kapil: "..."

There was a long and depressing silence in the carriage. I blame Jiangzicheng for being preconceived. I forgot to ask the Kapil Monetary Unit, stupidly thinking that one million yuan would be enough to make a documentary.

One was embarrassed, the other was embarrassing. The two of them stopped talking through the phone. At the same time, they fell from the happy clouds and fell heavily to the ground.

After a while, Kapil spoke first.

The elderly documentary director laughed and comforted him: "Thank you, Jiang. One million yuan can help me a lot. For me now, one million rupees is a huge generosity."

Jiang Zicheng blushed, he had countless things to say to the phone, but he couldn't say it.

At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side and took the phone from his palm directly.

Jiang Zicheng: "You...!"

Xie Beiwang handed him a look of "be calm and restless", and the man leaned back on the sofa chair in the back row, holding the phone to his ear, fluent English streaming out.

"One million U.S. dollars, no problem." Xie Beiwang's magnetic voice echoed in the small carriage, "He gave one million yuan, and I will make up for the rest."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Later, Xie Beiwang had a lot of in-depth discussions with Kapil. The documentary will be invested by Rui Ci Entertainment and Jiang Zicheng at the same time, and the proportion will be distributed according to the proportion of capital. He asked Kapil to submit the project plan as soon as possible, and Ritz Entertainment will have a dedicated person to connect with him, review the progress of his work, and provide him with more professional online and offline packaging.

Kapil never expected things to turn around. He was still destitute yesterday, and he had nothing other than priceless dreams. How can I think that today he actually boarded the big ship of China's most famous Ricci Entertainment Group, and all this is because of the recommendation of Jiang Zicheng!

After hanging up, Xie Beiwang returned the phone to the young man beside him.

He said: "Now you can rest assured."

Jiang Zicheng looked up at him, his face blushed before he could say thank you.

Jiang Zicheng hesitated and asked: "Why are you funding Kapil? Don't you trust him?"

Xie Beiwang replied: "I really don't trust him. I have seen too many documentary directors who ran midway after getting the investment. I hope he won't be the next."

"..."

"Jiang Zicheng," Xie Beiwang looked at his eyes and said softly, "but I trust you."