He walks the career path in Shurachang

"Soon?" Sister Li was a little puzzled, "It's not that simple to start a business on your own. Funds, a team, and connections are all essential."

Sister Li shook her head and said earnestly: "I have seen too many entrepreneurs like you who are young and energetic in their early 20s, and have no experience at all. Most of them can't even take the first step, and they are shot to death on the beach. superior."

"I advise you, don't be impulsive. If there is any misunderstanding between you and Mr. Fang, why don't I accompany you to apologize to him?"

Shang Heng smiled: "Sister Li, it's not a misunderstanding. In short, I won't sit still. Funding and contacts are easy to talk about. Aren't I looking for a team?"

Seeing that Sister Li still looked skeptical, Shang Heng took out his mobile phone, entered his current address, and lightly pressed the send button.

"Sister Li, think about it. If you want to, come here to find me."

Sister Li opened her mouth in surprise, the apartment complex where Shang Heng lives is a well-known high-end apartment in the city center, just near Financial Street.

Shang Heng was glad that the contract he signed with Zhou Tong was the one with the most free conditions, and he didn't need to work when he was not working.

Fang Yang wanted to hide him in the snow. Although he couldn't violate the contract and bypass the company to accept commercial announcements and endorsements, he opened a studio to invest and make money, and the company had nothing to do with it.

Shang Heng bid farewell to Sister Li, and when passing Zou Ting, he patted Zou Ting on the shoulder: "Thank you just now, little guy."

Zou Ting's cheeks were flushed with anger, and the devil's head earrings in his left ear showed his teeth and claws. He slapped Shang Heng's hand away with a slap: "What little guy? You are obviously about the same age as me!"

"Also, I didn't specifically help you. I just returned the favor of your invitation letter at the gate of Weiss's charity dinner that day."

Shang Heng nodded indifferently: "Whatever, oh yes, if you can't stay in the dream, you can also come to me."

Zou Ting looked at him speechlessly, but didn't speak.

Several newcomers of the same class behind him couldn't help complaining: "Please, our Brother Ting has just debuted and is the c position in our group. Now it is a hot rising period, so I won't go to your little-known little studio Woolen cloth."

"Shang Heng, for the sake of the same class, I advise you not to fight head-on with the boss, and don't look at the big shots standing behind you. How can you possibly beat him?"

Shang Heng just smiled, didn't care, waved his hand casually, turned around and left.

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Shang Heng drove his newly bought scooter slowly on the congested road.

The roads in the city center are congested all the year round, and the asphalt road is distorted in the scorching heat. The flying dust and air scald the snow-white car body, and the pedestrians on both sides are faster than the stop-and-go Shang Heng.

Taking advantage of this alone time, Shang Heng sat in the driver's seat thinking about life and calculating the funds he had at hand.

The sensational public welfare live broadcast program brought him 200 million funds, and the kind Mrs. Gu "sponsored" another 400 million, and returned 50 to Gu Lin, barely left with 550 million.

Before passing through the book, Shang Heng, a salaried worker, could not make seven figures even if he worked hard for a year. Now, in less than two months, he can have 550 million funds on hand, which is unbelievably fast.

What's even more incredible is that, after 500 million yuan was invested in Director Lu's filming, the remaining money was used to buy a car and living expenses, not even enough for a down payment on a house, let alone a 400 million IOU for Gu Lin.

Shang Heng held the steering wheel with both hands, stared at the rear of the car in the front row and frowned. After all, he was considered a "millionaire", why didn't he feel rich at all?

Still worrying about money all day long.

When I think about raising money to set up my own studio in the next step, I can imagine that I will be in debt again.

Shang Heng rested his chin with one hand, Gu Rin had been plucked a lot by him, and if he plucked it again, he might become bald, so it was time to change another one.

Who should I look for?

She lives in Rongzhi's house, so it's not easy to borrow money. As for Lin Yuqing, she has exhausted her active working capital and has nothing to collect.

Shang Heng thought for a while, turned the steering wheel at the next intersection, and turned directly into the main road leading to Financial Street.

The headquarters of Tianhe Group is on the tallest twin towers in Financial Street.

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Tianhe Gemini is one of the famous landmark buildings in S City.

Two [-]-story buildings facing north and south are connected by a semi-circular arch in the center. The two buildings are tightly tied at the waist, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. From a distance, they look like two sisters in black evening dresses.

Although Shang Heng has been on the trending searches several times, he is still a rookie in the entertainment industry, and he is far from being a national idol.

With just a peaked cap and the brim of the hat lowered, you can walk freely in the busy financial street without worrying about being recognized all the time.

Entering the Twin Towers, Shang Heng, who did not make an appointment, was of course stopped at the front desk.

However, within 5 minutes, the secretariat of the president's office specially called the front desk to invite him upstairs.

The girls at the reception desk watched his leaving back curiously and whispered to each other.

Shang Heng drove swiftly all the way to the CEO's office on the top floor, walking briskly, with a confident and calm smile on his face.

Almost every employee who passed by couldn't help but look at him more - there are so many white-collar and golden-collar workers in Financial Street, and it's rare for them to be as handsome as a star.

In just a few minutes, gossip news spread across the small groups of employees in the headquarters. Photos of Shang Heng secretly taken from various angles were spread in the group, and everyone was asking the same question——

Who is that handsome guy who can directly enter President Wen's office without an appointment?

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CEO's office.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire wall can overlook the rushing river at the estuary without any obstacles. The sight is as wide as the clouds, and the whole city is in sight.

When Shang Heng approached the room, Wen Ruiyun was standing quietly by the French window drinking tea.

His whole body was immersed in the pale golden backlight, only a tall and straight silhouette was reflected in Shang Heng's pupils.When he turned his head, he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly, and even with a specious smile at the corner of his eyes, he was hazy looking at flowers in a mist.

"Sit." Wen Ruiyun nodded slightly at him, and pointed to the black soft leather custom sofa beside him.

I didn't feel it when I entered the door, but when Shang Heng sat down on the sofa according to his words, he suddenly felt that he had stepped into a magnetic field belonging to others, which was invisible and indescribable.

From every piece of furnishings in the room, every layout, to a cup of tea and a scent of incense, they are all imprinted with the breath of the owner.

This is the territory controlled by Wen Ruiyun, and the empire he created is under his feet.

The man approached him with a cup of tea, his handsome and elegant face gradually emerged from the shadow of the backlight.

Still with that faint white sandalwood aroma, Shang Heng's nose twitched slightly.

"I heard that you came to see me, I was very surprised." Wen Ruiyun poured him a cup of tea, looking at him with a subtle focus, "Is there something wrong?"

"Ah, I have something to do, and I want to ask you for help." As soon as Shang Heng opened his mouth, he realized that the breathing rhythm was taken away by the other party.

He frowned secretly, quickly adjusted his state, and met Wen Ruiyun's eyes: "Mr. Wen invited me to change the family last time, and he was willing to pay my liquidated damages. I don't know if it is still valid until now?"

Wen Ruiyun leaned into the back of the soft leather sofa relaxedly, crossed his slender legs: "Naturally effective, have you changed your mind now?"

"Oh." He seemed to remember something, "I heard that the young master of the Fang family has fallen into a dream."

There was a thin smile line at the end of his eyes: "You don't seem to like him very much."

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows: "Thanks to him, I was put on an indefinite leave by the company."

Wen Ruiyun's smile slowly subsided, and he gently stroked the cup with his fingertips: "I see. It's okay, you can come to my side at any time, and I will handle the contract."

"No, Mr. Wen misunderstood." Shang Heng shook his head, "I came this time to ask you for an investment."

"Oh?" Wen Ruiyun was very interested, "So, are you going to be a personal friend or a businessman?"

Shang Heng smiled slightly and sat up straight: "Of course it's about business."

Wen Ruiyun stared at him for a long time, then nodded: "That's good."

Holding the teacup, he got up and led Shang Heng to the two-meter-long antique solid wood desk in the center.

Unlike the adjacent sectional sofa, the two sit on both sides of the desk, and the distance is instantly opened.

Wen Ruiyun sat elegantly, with calm eyes, facing him head-on, Shang Heng tensed his back, and his upper body involuntarily leaned forward slightly.

Before transmigrating the book, Shang Heng had met many high-ranking clients. In this situation, even though the other party had never deliberately targeted him, he could still clearly feel the pressure within the range of Wen Ruiyun's powerful aura.

"Tell me."

Shang Heng's speech had already been prepared on the way here: "I plan to set up an independent studio by myself, but I lack funds. As you can see, I don't have any bargaining chips at hand, but there is one thing, Mr. Wen seen before."

Wen Ruiyun made a rare joke: "Could it be your crow's mouth?"

"..." Shang Heng stuck for a moment, touched his nose embarrassingly, "Actually, you can also think about the benefits."

Wen Ruiyun: "Then what do you want to do?"

Shang Heng said bluntly: "Invest in marketing, start with film and television."

Wen Ruiyun didn't know what to think of, and smiled lowly: "It seems that you are indeed good at it. How much do you want?"

"1000 million. Accounting for 20.00% of the shares." Shang Heng simply opened his mouth: "How about Mr. Wen's proposal?"

Wen Ruiyun clasped his fingers lightly on the edge of the table, and said cheerfully, "I can give you this money."

On the contrary, Shang Heng was a little surprised, he was already ready to bargain.

"I haven't finished yet." Wen Ruiyun smiled faintly, his calm eyes faintly revealing the shrewdness of a businessman, "Since it is a business, it will face risks."

"As a businessman, I have to be responsible to the company and not make any loss-making business."

Shang Heng looked at him, waiting for the next article.

Wen Ruiyun stared into his eyes, and said slowly: "I have one condition, before investing, you and I sign an agreement, and I will give you one year. Within one year, as long as you can recover the cost and earn back 3000 million, I only need 20.00% shares."

Shang Heng's eyes were fixed, is it a bet?

"If you can't do it, one year later, I will use the 1000 million to subscribe for 60.00% of the shares. At that time, your company will be mine."

Wen Ruiyun lowered his head and took a sip of tea, casually blew the foam off his face, raised his eyes and smiled softly: "You are mine too."

Shang Heng: "..."

this dog!He's actually even darker than him!