Special troubles of rebirth

It was already early six o'clock when we returned to the hotel. Qin Shiyu hadn't come back yet. She was probably still busy with negotiations.

Wang Yu went back to his room to rest for a while, and then brought Song Qiuyun to the small restaurant around 6:30. Xiao Haiyang had already arrived first.

"This matter has kept you busy. I will definitely treat you to a meal alone when I return home!"

Wang Yu smiled and shook hands with Xiao Haiyang: "I owe you a favor!"

"Mr. Wang, you're welcome. It's a matter of mutual benefit."

Xiao Haiyang still has this magnanimity: "Your shared bicycle project has already boosted my performance. President Renard has already hinted to me that at the end of this year, the president of IDG China will be transferred back to China."

"Then I have to treat you to dinner. You will be my big benefactor from now on!"

Wang Yu naturally would not take Xiao Haiyang's modesty seriously. Even if today's incident had not happened, it was still necessary to have a good personal relationship with him.

While the two were chatting, the people Xiao Haiyang invited through his connections began to arrive.

The people invited here tonight are the theater managers of the Stuyvesant Theatre, the Royal Theater and the Alvin Theater. These three theaters are evergreen trees and core theaters on Broadway, and some are even century-old stores.

The first half of the dinner was naturally about contact, acquaintance, and chatting, while the second half was spent using the hotel's conference room to play a live recording of the stage play "Longmen Grottoes: Thousand Years of Dreams".

These theater managers in Broadway are not only responsible for coordinating and connecting with external parties, but they are also very discerning. Whether the artistic value and commercial value of a stage play is high or not can be estimated after watching it. They are inseparable from each other.

This stage play with a rich oriental ancient charm has indeed attracted the attention of the managers of the three theaters, and they all expressed their strong interest in introducing the play.

"Mr. Wang, I think our Royal Theater is interested in introducing this stage play."

Stephen, the manager of the Royal Theater, was the first to speak: "There will be three warm-up rehearsals first. If the market feedback exceeds expectations, then we can talk about the next rehearsals!"

The Stuyvesant Theater has similar requirements, but their criteria for success may be a little stricter than those at the Royal Theater.

The manager of the Alvin Theater, who had been silent next to him, finally spoke: "I am personally more optimistic about this type of stage play. I still remember that "Turandot" was a great success a few years ago. Although this play is different, It is similar to "Turandot", but its internal core is not much different. Our Alvin Theater can directly sign for ten performances. As for whether it will be extended in the future, it depends on the market's feedback."

"Oh, Corant, are you betting on your own performance?"

Stephen from the Royal Theater smiled and said: "I know you have been under a lot of pressure recently, and the several stage plays you have performed in succession have not achieved any good results, but old friend, do you really need to take such a gamble?"

Joey, the theater manager of the Stuyvesant Theater, must be very familiar with Curant. He persuaded his old friend: "You are making a desperate move and you have broken Broadway's standard operating procedures for rehearsing stage plays."

Kelant smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't think they will give me too much time. Instead of choosing a tepid drama according to the standard process, I might as well take a gamble!"

After talking to the other two old friends, Colt looked at Wang Yu: "When can I sign a contract with this performance team at the earliest?"

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, because as Joey and Stephen said, Broadway has Broadway rules, which are the standard procedures that Joey and Stephen just said.

Before inviting them here tonight, Wang Yu also got to know each other, so he was ready to accept the other party's conditions, but he didn't expect to meet Colt who was forced to do so.

"Currently, the Longmen Grottoes·Millennium Dream" large-scale stage play is still touring in the magical capital of China. If necessary, I will contact their person in charge tonight. Maybe I can arrive in NY the day after tomorrow. If the contract is negotiated quickly, it is estimated that next week You can see its performance on Broadway.”

With such a good opportunity, Wang Yu made a quick decision. Even if the domestic tour was temporarily interrupted, he had to agree first!

As long as the first cooperation opens the door and the commercial performance of this stage play is successful, then Wang Yu will have a convenient channel to advance some of his plans in the future.

One of the two parties urgently needed to take a gamble, and the other wanted to go around and open this channel first even if they paid money. The two hit it off and quickly reached an agreement.

Wang Yu, who had achieved unexpected results, was in a very happy mood and sent the three theater managers and Xiao Haiyang to the door of the hotel lobby.

After seeing off the guests, Wang Yu looked at the time. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening. It should be around ten o'clock in the morning in the capital. He immediately dialed Zhao Leyi's number.

"Brother Yu, I'm sorry. I've been busy with touring these past two days, and I can't get away even if I'm in Shanghai."

Zhao Leyi, who received Wang Yu's call, had a hint of apology in her tone. She thought Wang Yu was in Shanghai and if he really wanted to call her out, the tour would be delayed.

"Immediately put down what you are doing from now on, go to the organizer of this tour, and suspend the domestic tour."

"what"

Zhao Leyi exclaimed on the phone, and then she was about to cry. Even her words were a bit incoherent: "Brother Yu, I...I..."

“Then book the nearest flight and come to NY!”

Wang Yu was afraid that if he spoke slower, the girl would cry, so he stepped up and said, "I have reached an agreement with the Alvin Theater on Broadway. We will rehearse ten performances at their theater first. As for whether we will continue to let you tour in the future? It all depends on the results of the commercial performance!”

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There was silence for a while, and then Zhao Leyi’s trembling voice came: “Brother Yu, is this true?”

"Hurry up and do the two things I asked you to do!"

Wang Yu thought for a while: "Bring your company's business negotiators with you. Do you have people in this field in your studio?"

"Yes, yes!"

Zhao Leyi suppressed her ecstasy and quickly responded to Wang Yu: "Because we have to tour across the country and need to connect with theaters in various places, we specially recruited a manager who specializes in handling this kind of thing."

"Well, hurry up and deal with it. Let me know after booking the flight. I will send someone to pick you up at the airport!"

".Thank you, Brother Yu!"

After holding it in for a long time, Zhao Leyi said these words before hanging up the phone, thanking Wang Yu from the bottom of her heart.

"No need to thank you. Just treat me to the beauty parade alone in the future!"

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Zhao Leyi's cheeks turned red after being teased by Wang Yu.

It was in Wang Yu's company that she sang a beautiful song and became his woman. Thinking about it now, I feel a little shy.

After hanging up the phone, I rubbed my eyebrows with my fingers. Several major issues for my trip to the United States have been basically finalized. The only thing that still has some twists and turns is the financing of shared bicycles.

But this matter is nothing more than twists and turns. After all, the initiative is in his hands. If there is no IDG, he can find other organizations to negotiate. He believes that Renard will eventually make a choice.

Just as he was thinking, his cell phone rang.

Missing Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here, and it was Renard who called.

"Mr. Wang, tonight's dinner was quite a success, wasn't it?"

"Yes, we have achieved very ideal results. I would like to thank you for your help in this matter. Otherwise, where would I find such a way?"

"Hahaha, with Mr. Wang's current reputation in NY, as long as you let the word out, there will be many people willing to help you matchmaking. You still underestimated your influence!"

Renard first praised Wang Yu, and then changed his tone: "I booked another presidential suite at the Waldorf Astoria and prepared a gift for you. I hope you will be in a better mood tonight. Here’s to tomorrow when we finally reach an agreement!”

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Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, but Renard had already hung up the phone.

"What does it mean?"

Wang Yu became more and more confused. Renard also gave a presidential suite gift at the Waldorf Astoria?

While he was confused, a middle-aged man wearing a long-tailed tuxedo walked up to Wang Yu.

"Mr. King, I am Sivir. I am entrusted by Mr. Renard to hand over the right to use the suite he reserved to you!"

Wang Yu raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man who bowed slightly to him: "Are you the suite housekeeper of the hotel?"

Because this outfit is exactly the same as the butler in the presidential suite he booked.

"Yes, Mr. King, do you want to go to the room now?"

At this moment, he was very curious about what kind of gift Renard had prepared for him, so he told Song Qiuyun to go back to the room first, called Chi Guocai who was resting in the hall, and followed the butler Sivir.

Arriving at the sitting area at the entrance of the suite, Sivir handed the special room card key to Wang Yu.

Wang Yu opened the door and walked alone into this room, which was similar to his own. At first sight, he saw a slender woman standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the hall.

The woman with her back to him was wearing a black gold-painted cloak. If it weren't for the pair of high heels and the curves in certain parts, Wang Yu would really not be able to tell her gender.

Hearing the click of the door closing behind her, the woman in the cloak slowly turned around.

"Who are you.?"

The woman who turned around was still hidden in her cloak. Because her head was slightly lowered, Wang Yu couldn't even see her face clearly.

But she was very tall. This was Wang Yu's first impression. Even excluding the high heels on her feet, Wang Yu judged that she was about 1.75 meters tall.

Could it be Gal Gadot?

Just as Wang Yu was about to try to call out the name, the other party raised his hands, revealing his snow-white slender fingers and lifted back the cloak that covered his entire head.

Her blond hair was spread out, revealing a very sweet and pretty face.

Wang Yu was stunned on the spot. He held back the name he wanted to call out, opened his mouth slightly, and just looked at the other person in shock.

The suite was extremely quiet, so quiet that Wang Yu could hear his own heartbeat.

After a moment, Wang Yu blurted out: "."