HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

6 month 20 day.

For several weeks in a row, Xiang Nan has been busy at the company.

At nine o'clock that morning, Tian Xiaopeng tossed his long hair and came to the elevator on the 9th floor.

He has been working for the company for more than half a year and has visibly gained a lot of weight. Is this what they mean by being carefree and having a good figure?

Does being in a good mood make you gain weight?

He took the elevator to the 19th floor and responded to the greetings from the staff along the way.

"Knock knock—"

"Enter!"

Upon entering conference room 1902, Xiang Nan and a group of key company personnel came into view.

"Mr. Xiang, I'm late. Something came up."

"It's alright."

Xiang Nan's voice rang out, devoid of much emotion or authority, yet as sexy as his singing.

The conference room is only 300 square meters, with 5x10 chairs on each side, a row of tables and chairs on the stage, and a wide aisle in the middle.

Tian Xiaopeng greeted everyone as he walked to the front of the stage and sat down in the fourth seat to Xiang Nan's left.

Today marks the first plenary meeting of Xingnanfei.

Seated below were heads of human resources, logistics, security, legal, and finance departments from various companies, along with directors and behind-the-scenes staff from film and television companies, totaling forty people.

On the stage, to Xiang Nan's left were Mu Yang, Chen Yaochuan, Xiao Lan, Bao Jingjing, and Feng Man, and to his right were Han Jianu, Ye Ning, Fan Luyuan, Tian Xiaopeng, and An Yugang.

Mu Yang: General Manager of Feinan Capital; Chen Yaochuan: Director of Music Department of Xingnanfei Culture Media; Xiao Lan: Director of Legal Department of Group Company; Bao Jingjing: Director of Editorial Department of Xingnanfei Culture Media; Feng Man: Executive Assistant to CEO and Assistant to the Chairman; Xiang Nan: Acting CEO of Group Company and General Manager of Xingnanfei Culture Media.

Han Jiannv: Director of Production Department of Xingnanfei Culture Media (self-appointed), Ye Ning: General Manager of Xingnanfei Film Industry, Fan Luyuan: General Manager of Xingnanfei Technology, Tian Xiaopeng: General Manager of Xingnanfei Animation, An Yugang: General Manager of Xingnanfei Distribution.

The words "Xingnanfei Group's First Meeting" were projected on the back of the podium, which felt somewhat incongruous, suggesting that the company, at its current size, could only hold such small meetings.

In the middle of the first row, Xiang Nan looked around and, seeing that most people had arrived, pulled on the microphone in front of him: "Alright, everyone's here. Let's skip the roll call and get started."

The group of leaders on the stage began to give their reports.

There's nothing particularly important to report. We're currently in the development stage, and even the subsidiary building isn't finished yet.

"Xing Nanfei currently has six cinemas. The film company's funds are only enough for daily operations. Fortunately, the relevant procedures have been completed and the cinemas are now in operation."

"As for tech companies, the special effects company is making slow progress, but the 'WeChat' business that General Manager Xiang assigned us has made progress."

"On the distribution side, we have already signed an agreement with Beijing Film Processing Plant, and the subcontracting work in various cities is in place. However... however, our current influence and scale can only accommodate our own production and distribution."

"That's enough." Xiang Nan frowned, a hint of conflict in his eyes.

At the time, all I thought about was increasing the betting volume; I didn't consider that the issuing company would have difficulty operating.

The main business of Meilika is distribution, not production, because distribution costs are low and profits are high.

However, Meika's main business is selling DVDs, and the Chinese DVD market is far smaller than Meika's. Moreover, China does not allow monopolies, which leads to fierce competition in the industry!

After pondering for a moment, Xiang Nan's eyes hardened, and he turned to look at Tian Xiaopeng: "Brother Peng, say a few words."

"Okay." Tian Xiaopeng opened the documents in his hand: "The Monkey King has been approved for production, and President Xiang's script for Kung Fu Panda has started production, but due to a lack of manpower, the progress is currently slow."

"Take your time, there's no rush, next year will be better."

Next year is the World Cup in Germany, and Xiang Nan certainly won't miss it.

We'll replicate last year's actions then.

"Each company's finance department should report on the situation."

The managers below the stage finally had a chance to speak. Xiang Nan listened to most of it, and the more he listened, the more his brows furrowed.

Each company has less than two million in cash flow, and they have to spend two hundred thousand a month just on salaries and equipment operations.

The company seems to have taken a bit too big a step.

Xiang Nan's eyelids twitched, and he turned to look at Mu Yang: "How much money does Fei Nan Capital have left? What about the remaining funds in the editorial department?"

"In total, it's about sixty million."

"Twenty million will be allocated to various companies."

"Are you offering interest-free loans?"

Xiang Nan was taken aback. He really didn't understand these technical terms, so he could only give a soft "hmm".

At the end of the meeting, Xiang Nan summarized: "Let's wait until the first installment of 'Starry Night Flying' is a success, then everyone's lives will be a little easier. Meeting adjourned!"

As the crowd began to stand up, Mu Yang quietly approached Xiang Nan from behind: "President Xiang, we should use terms like 'interest-free loans' more often in the future. Each company has a different situation and ecosystem, and we can't treat our food like ordinary people eating at home, just shoveling it around."

Xiang Nan patted him on the shoulder: "I know, I did it on purpose."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Mu Yang behind him with his mouth agape, completely dumbfounded.

Was it intentional? Was it deliberately made to look so thuggish?

Xiang Nan was really doing it on purpose: there would be many more scenes like this in the future, and in order to prevent the leaders of various companies from getting angry, he would make himself look a bit thuggish and fierce, so that it would be much easier to mediate the fight.

8 PM, No. 3 Jishikou Hutong.

In the kitchen, Xiang Nan put the noodles into the boiling water, waited five seconds, and then started stirring clockwise with chopsticks.

"Oh dear, I was talking!"

"Oh, I'm listening?"

A laptop was placed on the cutting board next to her. Yifei had one hand on the back of her head, clutching her hair, and her little face turned left and right as she looked at the camera.

"I'm asking you! Does a high ponytail look good?"

Xiang Nan was pouring seasonings into his large bowl when he heard this, and he just nodded repeatedly: "High ponytails are so beautiful, twin ponytails are also good, they can increase attack speed."

"You! Can't you even look at me? I'm not in love anymore!"

"Yes, yes." Xiang Nan still didn't turn around, his sweet talk flowing effortlessly.

"My love is so abundant, you can't contain it all."

"..."

silence.

Xiang Nan frowned, wondering if he had offended Little Pudding with his words.

He turned his head and realized that the network had been cut off at some point.

"This damn net!"

He was so angry he jumped up and down, and was about to call back when his phone rang.

Without thinking, Xiang Nan pulled out his phone and answered the call. A clear, cold female voice came through.

"Junior brother, help me!"

Hmm? Junior brother?

In this circle, many fellow disciples address each other as junior brothers and sisters, but this will become much less common 10 years from now.

So the person on the other end must be my senior sister?

Xiang Nan frowned. At this hour, the person who found him immediately started shouting for help.

They've come with ill intentions!

"Junior brother, we filmed 'Kung Fu Hustle' together. Did your senior sister take good care of you?"

"..."

"Hmm." Xiang Nan couldn't help but marvel at this person's thought process.

Putting aside whether she had ever taken care of him, the fact that she didn't start by asking for a favor but instead brought up the favors she had done for him is not asking for a favor, but rather a coercion.

"I've sued Star Overseas. Can you help me out?"

"Clang clang—"

Xiang Nan tapped his chopsticks, scooped the noodles out of the pot, sprinkled them with chopped green onions, and poured hot oil over them.

"Junior brother?"

"I can't help you, senior sister." Xiang Nan tilted her head, picked up her phone, and carried her rice bowl outside.

"Senior sister, putting aside the fact that I'm just a small company, Stephen Chow signed me to play Brother Chen because I owe him a favor, so it's not appropriate for me to ask for his help."

"But you have the capital!"

"Purr..."

Xiang Nan slurped his noodles, remaining silent for a long time.

"I really have nothing to say, senior sister. Do you know how much Stephen Chow... well, cares about money?"

For Stephen Chow, Huang Shengyi's contract with Star Overseas means she is an artist under Star Overseas.

Entertainers...are all about money!

"Could you please ask Teacher Tian Zhuangzhuang to speak up for me? I know you two are close."

The more they talk, the more outrageous it gets!

Xiang Nan no longer had the heart to argue with her.

"Huh? What did you say, senior sister? The signal is bad, should I feed you?"

"Beep beep beep—"

"Hmph, learn how to be a decent human being first, Senior Sister. While Stephen Chow may have acted unethically, does that mean you're some kind of high-ranking figure?"

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Nan shook his head and then opened his notebook to call Xiaobuding again.

"beep--"

"Hey! What's that? My foot-washing basin?!"

Xiang Nan was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Okay, okay, it's a deal. You'll eat my feet next time."

He was met with a playful eye roll.

……

Meanwhile, in a hotel in Hong Kong, Huang Shengyi, whose phone call had been disconnected, sat slumped on the bed, his chest heaving violently.

"Your senior was so good to you back then, she even went to the classroom to visit you, and you actually did this!"

She felt that life was unpredictable, and that her classmates and teachers seemed to have changed completely after graduation.

"Then don't blame me, Xiang Nan!"