HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

"Meeting!"

In Xing Nanfei's conference room, Xiang Nan sat at the head of the table, glancing around the room.

The long conference table, which could originally accommodate twenty people, now only seats five.

Mu Yang is the CFO and CEO; Feng Man is the assistant and agent; Xiao Lan (Luo Xiang's apprentice) is in the legal department; and Xiao Gao is in the publicity and HR department.

"Feng Man!"

"Ah!" Feng Man jerked her head back. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"..."

Xiang Nan pouted, stared at her, and let out a long sigh: "You should manage the fan club well, and you must change the name back when you have the chance."

"Yes, I understand!"

"Hmm..." After finishing this small matter, Xiang Nan turned his gaze to Xiao Gao. "Go to the job market and find some more attractive and affordable college graduates to fill out the departments. While you're at it, start recruiting! Invite a wide range of talent, from directors to producers, from animation to music—bring them all in!"

"clear!"

Xiang Nan then turned to Xiao Lan: "How's the previous scandal and that Gao Xiaosong thing going?"

"Everything's taken care of, the teacher said..." Xiaolan chuckled, her eyes revealing a masculine composure despite being a girl: "It's just a few Zhang Sans, we don't even need him to lift a finger."

"good!"

Xiang Nan's brow twitched.

Although he is poor now, he has his own way of playing. Snatching two or three talents is a piece of cake for him.

Besides... we won't be poor by the end of this year!

"Muyang!"

"I'm here!" Mu Yang adjusted his glasses, his triangular eyes filled with seriousness. "Please speak, Mr. Xiang."

"It's time for an upgrade to the studio!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was startled.

They chose Xiang Nan because he was famous and because he was young and ambitious.

It wasn't apparent at first, but recently, every decision Xiang Nan has made has been swift, methodical, and effective!

"Four new companies have been registered: Fei Nan Capital, Xing Nan Fei Film and Television Culture Media Co., Ltd., Xing Nan Fei Film Industry, and Xing Nan Fei Distribution Co., Ltd."

"Film and television?"

"Media?"

Mu Yang and Feng Man were already familiar with the company, but the other two were learning its full name for the first time.

Xingnanfei Film & Television Culture Media is primarily responsible for film production. It has established departments such as editorial, production, and post-production finance.

"The distribution department is responsible for artist management and distribution promotion. As for the film industry... it's not too late to start now."

After finishing his sentence, Xiang Nan looked at Mu Yang and said, "Get this matter settled within this year. Once we find the person in charge of the company, you can go to Fei Nan Capital. We'll discuss the funding details then."

While taking notes with his pen, Mu Yang nodded and replied, "Understood, Mr. Xiang."

"Clap clap clap!"

Xiang Nan clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention: "Any other questions?"

"there is none left."

"I have!"

"Okay, let's talk slowly."

The meeting ended at noon.

Xiang Nan and Mu Yang walked out side by side.

"Connect with Sony as soon as possible. One million will be used as registered capital for the three companies, and another million will be invested in Finan Capital. As for the rest, I'll give you some shares later..."

After Xiang Nan finished speaking, he turned his head and looked around. A man instantly scurried away like a startled deer.

Seeing that no one was around, Xiang Nan lowered his head and said softly, "I met a big shot at the Spring Festival Gala. He pointed out several 'monster stocks' to me. We'll diversify our investments and sell them when the market opens at the end of the year. Even if we only get one right, we won't lose money!"

Mu Yang's eyelids twitched!

No wonder Mr. Xiang dared to develop so boldly; it turns out he had a master to guide him!

Money, once you have a lot, it just keeps compounding, like money making money and interest making interest. As long as you don't do anything reckless, you won't lose money no matter what.

Mr. Xiang sent me to Philippine Capital, which must have been planned in advance!

"I understand, Mr. Xiang."

"Hmm!" Xiang Nan patted Mu Yang on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "Work hard, and you'll get what you deserve."

"I will, I will."

Despite being only nineteen years old (by Chinese reckoning), he gave Mu Yang the impression of being shrewd and calculating.

Many of Mr. Xiang's previous actions showed that he appeared honest and simple, but was actually cunning and wise.

After the meeting, Xiang Nan went home.

For the next ten days, Xiang Nan was very busy every day.

First, he settled the album revenue, "gifted" Feng Man a Cayenne, and then built himself a two-courtyard house.

I spent three million in total, and through legal tax avoidance, I successfully obtained 1930 items.

The underlying principle is that gifts and incentive funds are not considered pre-tax income: reducing pre-tax income naturally reduces the amount of tax payable.

Xiang Nan originally had an income of 2010, which means he only spent 80 to buy a Cayenne and a courtyard house.

After the money arrived, Xing Nanfei officially began operations, and the entire studio was extremely busy.

On the contrary, Xiang Nan, the owner of Xing Nanfei, took some time to hold a housewarming banquet. Everyone who was supposed to come came, but the person he most wanted to see did not.

Only after asking did I learn that Liu's mother had booked an acting training class for Yifei.

Good grief, skipping the classes he should be attending to sign up for extra courses?

Could it be that my courses at Beijing Film Academy are inferior to tutoring?

In the large classroom of the 02 acting class at Beijing Film Academy, Zhu Yawen's nostrils twitched twice as he looked him up and down with disdain: "You talk as if you actually listened in class! At least other students know to attend extra classes, but you never come to school, and when you do, you cause trouble, blocking Yangyang's view of the blackboard!"

Xiang Nan glanced up at Jiang Lifen, who was lecturing earnestly, and then reached out and grabbed Zhu Yawen by the back of the neck.

"Holy shit!" Zhu Yawen grinned, giving him a disgruntled glance.

"I'm going to die, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Giggle giggle..."

"Hahaha……"

Several classmates around him covered their mouths and laughed so hard they couldn't breathe.

Zhou Yang, who was standing behind Xiang Nan, raised his hand and tapped his back: "Alright, stop fooling around."

Xiang Nan released Zhu Yawen and raised his eyebrows at him provocatively, just like a bullying scene.

"By the way, Nan-mei, haven't you signed with a management company yet?"

"Mosquito, I advise you to speak properly." Xiang Nan pointed at Zhu Yawen's nose, his threat obvious.

Zhu Yawen flicked his fingers and made a zipper-like motion with his mouth, showing he knew how to be pragmatic.

"Mosquito asked a good question. We've all signed with companies, Xiang Nan, what about you? If you don't sign soon, where will your business come from? Don't even mention your artist signing with Sony!"

Xiang Nan shook his head.

His gaze swept over the students around him.

He was wondering whether he should tell them that he was on the path of capitalism, and that they were on a different path.

Upon seeing Jiang Papa, Xiang Nan stopped his thoughts and said with an awkward smile, "I've set up a studio, let's just get by for now, you'll see how things go later."

The group nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Xiang Nan, however, was more cautious about this matter. That evening, sitting in the back of his Cayenne, he took out his phone and checked his email: "Manman, have any companies offered me a management contract?"

Part-time driver Feng Man glared at him through the rearview mirror: "There are only three companies. After all, given your relationship with Sony, no company without strength would dare to extend an olive branch to you."

"Sony and I are bound to part ways sooner or later. Tell me, which companies are you talking about?" Xiang Nan locked his phone, crossed his legs, and waited quietly for her report.

Now that I can straighten my legs, I have a driver, and I have a secretary, can't I enjoy myself a little?

"Light".

Xiang Nan nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled a "hmm" through his nose.

"Wong Jinghua!"

"Hmm?" Xiang Nan frowned, but didn't say anything more.

"Huayi!"

"Who?" Xiang Nan sat up abruptly, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing, and a murderous aura emanated from him.

"You just said Huayi?"