I haven't been a boss for many years

As long as you are willing to be a host, you can borrow as much money as you want.

Last year, "The True Colors of Heroes II", "Provincial and Hong Kong Flag Soldiers II", "Happy Ghost II", and even "A Thousand Kings Fighting a Thousand Tyrants" and "Pretty Girls" all brought DreamWorks box office revenue.

According to the theater box office statistics, DreamWorks has become the second largest film company in Xiangjiang after Golden Harvest. In terms of the film business alone, its profit ranks above Shaw Brothers. As we all know, Shaw Brothers TV station is profitable, but the film department has never Since the 80s, it has been losing money every year, and in the end it can only sell the copyright and sell the business.

Zhang Guobin, after offering bonuses to the employees of DreamWorks and holding the year-end banquet, will go to Yihai Zhonggang, clothing companies, wave insoles, Guobin buildings, and various streets, venues, and stables at the entrance of the hall to give to the employees. Brothers, pay New Year's greetings and give out red envelopes.

I saw him wearing a high-end suit, stepping on leather shoes, combing his hair with oil, he was refined and polite, and he appeared with a group of suits.

Unlike a society red stick,

Instead, members of the Legislative Council, justices of the peace, and government bureaucrats.

"Aaron, Mr. Zhang will attend the "Project A" celebration dinner in the future, but we still have to make a special trip to thank Mr. Zhang." Jiahe Building.

After Hong Jingbao attended Golden Harvest's year-end ceremony, Cheng Long, Yuen Biao, and Lin Zhengying walked out of the venue, and suddenly turned to preach to Cheng Long.

Cheng Long's face was flushed with drunkenness, he put his right hand around Lin Zhengying's shoulder, waved and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Brother Bao, I've greeted you earlier."

"Tomorrow, I will accompany Mr. Zhang to a housing estate in the New Territories to visit widowed and lonely elderly people.

Lin Zhengying supported Cheng Long, and looked sideways at him in surprise: "Brother Long, why do you have such thoughts?"

Hong Jingbao's expression brightened, and he said out loud, "I'll go too."

Chapter 159 Justice of the Peace

New Territories.

Kwun Tong, Cha Kwo Ling, Shanjiao, Mau Ping Village.

In the 80s, Xiangjiang, like the mainland, had an extremely unbalanced development. The urban area was full of high-rise buildings, busy traffic, and prosperity, while the suburbs were trapped in fishing, farming, poor roads, and poverty.

A large number of young and middle-aged people in Mau Ping Village went to Kowloon and Central to work. The remaining middle-aged people, those who have land, can still farm, and the family members on the sea are drifting away all year round.

Zhang Guobin took a car and took three vans, carrying firewood, rice, oil and salt, to visit poor families and deliver food.

Maoping Village was hit by a fire last year, and more than 3000 households were displaced. The government allocated 80 yuan in resettlement funds to restore the village to its original state. However, many old houses only had a new coat of paint on the outside, and the inside was still smoky. past traces.

Zhang Guobin has several Kwun Tong Tsais under his command. Last year, he asked the association to borrow a usury loan to renovate the old house. Zhang Guobin knew about the fire house in Maoping Village. After waiving the interest of the Kwun Tong Tsais, he chose Maoping Village to visit.

Zhang Guobin, Cheng Long, Hong Jingbao, sitting in the hall of a wooden house, accompanied by an old woman, roasting charcoal fire, chatting about homework, the village head of Maoping Village, "Zhong Xiangqun", a gentry from the New Territories, heard that a big boss was going, so he was not invited Under the circumstances, he took the initiative to bring two middle-aged people to accompany him. .

The old woman was wrapped in a blue and white flower quilt, with a stooped figure, spreading her wrinkled hands, quietly laying in front of the fire barrel, with a smile on her face.

More than a dozen brothers from Minghaishe, wearing suits and sunglasses, with their hands behind their backs, stood guarding the door of the old house with solemn expressions.

Li Chenghao held a bag of rice in his left hand, three barrels of oil in his right hand, and a bag full of fruits in his arms. He stepped across the threshold and placed the supplies at the door of the firehouse.

The old woman pursed her lips, and opened her mouth to thank you in out-of-key Cantonese: "Thank you for the sun, thank you for the sun."

Her vocabulary is very lacking, either she does not speak, or she just says thank you, but her eyes are very innocent, like a child.

Cheng Long looked around the house cleverly, reached into his brown jacket, and quietly took out a red envelope.

Zhang Guobin picked up a cup of tea on the table, and handed it to him: "Aaron, have a cup of tea."

There were two knocks on the edge of the old teacup, and a few pieces of broken tea leaves floated at the bottom of the cup, but the cup was cleaned very clean.

Cheng Long loosened the red envelope in his pocket unexpectedly, took the teacup instead, and said, "Okay, Mr. Zhang."

On the way, a squire from the New Territories was wearing a suit, carrying a leather bag, picked up a phone call with his mobile phone, turned around and came back to complain: "Excuse me, Mr. Cheng, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Hong, there are justices of the peace coming to the village to pay New Year's greetings. I will go to receive them first." Let's go to the seafood restaurant for dinner..."

"No need, Mr. Zhong, please go ahead." Zhang Guobin was warming to the fire, smiling, and politely refused. Zhong Xiangqun didn't force it, and nodded politely: "Okay, I'll take my leave first."

He left in a hurry with two people, preparing to meet the high-status justice of the peace. After half an hour, Li Chenghao walked into the room carrying a bundle of firewood, and put the firewood in the corner regardless of the cleanliness of his white suit.

After Zhang Guobin asked his subordinates to help the old woman clean the room, he took Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao to leave.

Before leaving, the old woman held Zhang Guobin's hand, wiped her tears with the other hand, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, you are really a good person."

The old man always weeps when he speaks, and it takes another quarter of an hour to say goodbye.

A group of people stepped on the yellow dirt road, and Cheng Long asked in puzzlement: "Zhang Sheng, can't I get the red envelopes?"

He just understood what Zhang Guobin meant, and didn't take out any more red envelopes. Zhang Guobin looked ahead and walked on the road: "Aaron, I'm very happy that you have kindness, but not all good deeds are good deeds. Mrs. Chen Staying alone in the old house, not going out of the village all the year round, and my son going out to sea all year round, how can she keep the red envelope you gave me?"

"Not to mention being robbed, but the people in the village know that she is rich, and maybe when they help buy rice and vegetables, they will cut an extra piece."

Cheng Long experienced a difficult life when he was young, but he still didn't know the plight of the lonely and widowed old man. Immediately after hearing this, he felt scared: "Those three squires are just watching."

"Zhang Sheng, what you said makes sense." He nodded and admitted, "It's because I didn't think carefully."

"So, when I come to visit the New Territories, I only bring some grain, oil and fruits, and ask my brothers to help clean the house and chop some firewood. We can't change the rest." Zhang Guobin wore a red tie and was well-dressed.

"Mr. Zhang, I have an idea." Hong Jingbao walked with a big belly, walking like a dragon and a tiger, with a domineering posture.

But he kept his hands bound and walked on the right side, two steps behind Zhang Guobin. At this moment, his eyes showed some thought, and he said, "Can we strengthen and renovate the old house of Shouzhai in Maoping Village? The house has a fresh coat of paint on the outside, and some houses have not even been painted."

"Huh?" Zhang Guobin looked surprised, and looked back at Hong Jingbao: "Brother Bao, you have a good idea."

Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao were able to take the time to come and visit the widowed elderly together, Zhang Guobin was already very satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of thing, if someone wants to come, naturally they will not stop it.

Now, Hong Jingbao is willing to take the initiative to contribute, which is really unexpected.

Hong Jingbao said very seriously: "This amount of money is actually not much, I am willing to pay for it personally."

"In the final analysis, this is a matter for the government. The government allocates too little funds, and it is inevitable that there will be some misappropriation of funds. I originally just wanted to come to see and do my best, but if Brother Bao is willing, I can also contribute a little money." As long as someone does good deeds, Zhang Guobin never hesitates to say honorifics, and he donates money alone. First, the company will continue to develop in the near future. Second, the charity needs people to use it rationally, so that the money will land and become a real thing.

Charity funds are the easiest place to breed corruption.

The Children's Charity Fund is also supervised by the government. The Independent Commission Against Corruption checks the accounts all the year round, but the non-governmental charity foundation can just laugh it off.

But now if there are other people joining, the situation is different.

"Zhang Sheng, I am also willing to donate a sum of money." Cheng Long seized the opportunity and interjected.

"Okay, first open an account and put the money in the state guest building. Ah Hao, you are in charge of watching it. When the charity project is implemented, send the financial report and information to Mr. Hong. Mr. Cheng will look at it. We make money and spend it. The money is spent, and we will never do things to collect money under the banner of charity." Zhang Guobin ordered in a solemn voice.

Li Chenghao swept the sawdust from the corner of his clothes with his hands, and immediately said: "Understood, Zhang Sheng, leave this matter to me."

"Hmm." Zhang Guobin nodded, feeling very relieved about Ahao's way of doing things!

Especially in this kind of thing...

Now, one or two people join, maybe ten or twenty in the future.

Zhang Guobin is not in a hurry to develop a so-called charitable fund, but feels that the entertainment industry makes money faster. If he can use his own influence as a basis to draw some charity funds and do some practical things for the lowest-level citizens of Xiangjiang, it would be a good choice.

When a group of people passed by the entrance of the village, they happened to bump into a justice of the peace from the New Territories who came to take pictures. The justice of the peace, wearing a suit, wearing glasses, and combing his hair parted in the middle, led a mighty crowd of more than 20 people, standing at the entrance of the village with more than 20 villagers , among several old people, smiling, looking at the camera, but the leather shoes are clean and tidy, but there is really no dirt on them.

Zhang Guobin turned his head and took a look, and was surprised to find that this justice of the peace was a middle-aged woman, who looked like a pork chop, and seemed to have a ghostly husband, and his behavior towards the other party was not subjective. understandable!

Li Chenghao opened the car door for him, and Zhang Guobin got into the car.

Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao sat in a business car at the back, and the boys got into the van. The squire Zhong Xiangqun saw a group of stars from DreamWorks. The boss left and came up to see him off. Yes, the Justice of the Peace led a group of entourages, got into the car at the same time, and left Maoping Village, and the team followed the DreamWorks team.

"Brother Bao, do you think of setting up a charity fund?" Cheng Long sat in the business car, smoking a cigar, twisting his shoulders, and lying down in a comfortable position.

"I had a whim." Hong Jingbao replied casually.

"This is really a good way to build a relationship with Mr. Zhang." Cheng Long beamed with joy, and said happily: "Our contract is signed in Golden Harvest, but we can maintain our relationship with Mr. Zhang through the charity fund..."

"You think too much." Hong Jingbao put a blank face, and gave him a white look: "I was only influenced by Mr. Zhang, and I really wanted to do something."

"That's it..." Cheng Long sighed a little, with disbelief in his eyes: "It's exactly the same as me."

Intentionally or not, Cheng Long has already started to learn from Boss Zhang, trying to build prestige in the film industry and become an admirable big brother.

But he was undoubtedly a little tender in front of Hong Jingbao.

Li Chenghao was in the car, but he didn't choose what to say, and said directly with disdain: "Bing Ge, that New Territories Justice of the Peace came to New Territories to act!"

"Push at your mother, you don't act seriously, and you just get angry when you watch it."

"Ah Hao, don't be like this." Zhang Guobin's expression remained the same, and he persuaded him broadly: "Nowadays, the justices of the peace are all ghosts, and they are not upright at all. If they don't face us Chinese, they will do the right thing?"

"Just go through the motions and know what's in your mind."

"If you ask me, the Hong Kong government might as well award you a justice of the peace." Li Chenghao said angrily, "You take this position!"

"Hehe, before 97, there was no real big boss to be a justice of the peace." Zhang Guobin pondered the ring in his hand, smiled playfully, but said the truth. An official honor for people with important status can be understood as a non-hereditary, low-level title. Before 97, it was awarded to many Xiangjiang tycoons and celebrities, but few actually received it. Most justices of the peace were in the After 97, the SAR government inherited the honor of "JP" and reissued it before accepting it.

"If you give me this position, I won't do it!" Zhang Guobin said disdainfully.

Chapter 160 Meeting

early February.

DreamWorks, conference room.

Li Dawei, Wang Jing, Liu Weiqiang, Wu Yusen, and Zhang Guobin sat in the office for the first strategic meeting of the new year.

Zhang Guobin, in a suit and leather shoes, sat at the main seat with a cup of coffee in hand, Wu Yusen sat on the right, Li Dawei sat on the left, Wang Jing and Liu Weiqiang sat next to Li Dawei and Wu Yusen respectively.

"We have a small meeting today about the first season, DreamWorks' shooting plan." Zhang Guobin took a sip of coffee, put a few scripts by his hand, and said.

Li Dawei, Wang Jing and others all had serious expressions. .

Different from the annual plan of most companies at this stage, Boss Zhang brought the management experience of later generations to the 80s, and split the one-year work plan into four plans, one quarter and one quarter for arrangement.

Wu Yusen leaned lightly on the sofa, with a more relaxed expression. Unlike Li Dawei and Wang Jing, he and DreamWorks were just a cooperative relationship, and did not involve superior and subordinate management. If Zhang Guobin hadn't said that he would invite him to arrange a film in the new year, he wouldn't even need to attend DreamWorks. Factory meeting.

Of course, director Wu Da respects Zhang Sheng very much, and Zhang Sheng is always on call.

Fatty Wang picked up the water glass, took a sip of tea, and looked at Zhang Sheng's expression. Zhang Guobin threw the two scripts to Li Dawei, and said in a straightforward tone: "Ah Wei, yours."

"Okay, Zhang Sheng." Li Dawei, wearing a white shirt and trimming his hair, took the script and took it away to look at the title, and said with a wry smile, "It's "Happy Ghost" and "Provincial and Hong Kong Flag Soldiers" again, eh..." Five Billion Inspector Lei Luo Biography"?"

"Zhang Sheng, there's a new movie!" Li Dawei was surprised.

Zhang Guobin tapped on the table, and seriously said: "Why don't you make money if you have money?"

""Happy Ghost" and "Provincial and Hong Kong Banner Soldiers" can still be popular as long as they are not outdated. DreamWorks shoots them every year until they are old."

Wu Yusen sat beside him with a wry smile.

Fortunately, I didn't bring "The True Colors of a Hero",

Zhang Sheng still has a conscience.

However, he recalled that when "Movie Biweekly" commented on "Project A", he mentioned that Zhang Sheng only made high-quality goods and did not make money-making movies. I don't understand!

"The Legend of [-] Million Inspector Lei Luo" is a well-known corruption-themed work in Xiangjiang. The prototype of the movie story is Lu Le, the first Chinese chief inspector who fled ten years ago.

In this era, filming this script is very courageous!

If you were an ordinary film director, you wouldn't even dare to write it, let alone shoot it.

But Zhang Guobin's background is strong enough, so he shoots as soon as he shoots, and we'll talk after making money!

Just out of politeness, before starting filming, I should fly to Taiwan Island to visit the former Chief Inspector Hua.

Coincidentally, Zhang Guobin decided to go to Taiwan Island at the end of the month, and made a special trip to thank Mr. Chen. If Mr. Chen hadn't opened up the release channel on Taiwan Island, "Project A" would not be able to make a lot of money on Taiwan Island.

"These two copies are yours." Zhang Guobin took out two more scripts, threw them in front of Wang Jing, and said aloud, "Fat boy, watch them well!"

"I know, Zhang Sheng." Wang Jing had a smirk on his lips, and took the script cheaply. Last year, "Thousands of Thousands Fighting Thousands" he filmed at DreamWorks did well at the box office. "The King of Thieves" once again achieved a box office of 700 million. In terms of his shooting cost and time alone, the box office revenue ratio is extremely impressive.

Of course, in front of Li Dawei, the mainstay of DreamWorks, his rank is still much lower.

After all, Li Dawei has two gold-making series in his hands, with a cumulative box office of over 5000 million. He is already a well-known director in Hong Kong, while Wang Zai has just come out of the world and is younger.

After he got two movie scripts, he opened them and said with a smile, "I knew it! It's another gambling movie!"

"Boss Zhang and I are really heroes and see the same thing. I also want to make gambling movies, hehehe."

Fat Boy Wang has no objection to making gambling films continuously, and is happy to see their success. One of the two scripts is "God of Gamblers" and the other is "Supreme".

The titles are all powerful and domineering.

However, Fat Boy Wang was sipping his tea, mung bean eyes wandering around, but he just didn't read the script.

Gambling...

This old line,

Get it in your hands!

Fat Boy Wang even felt that Zhang Sheng didn't need to write the script, given him one night, he could make three more gambling films!

"Ah Qiang, your copy is yours." Zhang Guobin threw out another script, and Liu Weiqiang, who was sitting under Wu Yusen, changed his expression, stood up excitedly, and asked aloud: "Zhang Sheng, what are you doing?" Can you also film?"