He walks the career path in Shurachang

The card seats in the corner of the restaurant are separated by carved log partitions.

There were not many diners in the restaurant at this time, and half of the windows were covered by wall crawlers, giving it a different kind of tranquility and shade.

"Mr. Shang, I'm in such a miserable situation. Your lord has a lot, so you won't let me go?"

Sitting opposite Shang Heng and Rong Zhi, Zhou Tong kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. His originally short and fat figure had lost three rounds of weight, even his beer belly had shriveled up, his eyelids were flabbergasted, and his whole body The person seemed to be drained of energy by a female ghost, and was sluggish.

"How could it be?" Shang Heng Youzai Youzai poured tea for the three of them, and the rising tea fragrance slowly dissipated with the white mist.

Through the white smoke of boiling tea, Shang Heng's dark eyes were deep, and with a lazy smile, he pushed a wad of cash in front of Zhou Tong.

"I'm here to discuss business with you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Tong widened his eyes instantly, stared at him dumbfounded, and then looked at the stack of red banknotes. Judging by the thickness, there were at least ten thousand yuan. Still uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man couldn't help swallowing, wanted to touch the stack of banknotes, but held back, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Shang, what do you want me to do for you?"

Shang Heng got straight to the point: "Mr. Zhou has a deep relationship with the vice president of Jiadeng Company? Have you cooperated many times?"

Zhou Tong rolled his eyes: "Did he offend you, Mr. Shang?"

Shang Heng smiled: "That's not true, but you should know that I am now being hidden by Fang Yangxue, who is entertaining with dreams, and having dreams ruins my future, so I want to find a little excuse to give him a headache, not too much Bar?"

Zhou Tong pretended to be filled with righteous indignation: "Not too much, not too much, who said it's not? I worked hard for Huaimeng Entertainment to praise newcomers, and I have to work hard without credit. It's not just to turn my face. Look at me now, What has become of..."

"But what exactly do you want me to do?" He changed his sitting position, raised his triangular eyes, and licked his lips: "This money..."

Shang Heng said: "I want to know, when the two of you are cooperating, do you have any leverage in your hands? With your nature of plucking wild goose, it's hard to justify not taking advantage? For example... to get kickbacks?"

His eyes signaled Rongzhi, who understood, and put on the table a list of film and television cooperation projects that Huaimeng and Jiateng had contacted with Zhou Tong in the past year.

The first part at the beginning happened to be the first of the "Three Prophecies" of Shang Heng's live broadcast debut.

This movie was a big investment and a big production, with a total cost of more than 5 million yuan, of which Wen Ruiyun's Tianhe Group invested [-] million yuan, losing all their money and suffering heavy losses.

Zhou Tong's eyes flickered, and his eyes rolled down subconsciously: "This..."

Shang Heng said slowly: "This is just a deposit, and there will be a sum of money afterwards."

Zhou Tong was a little moved. He was really short of money, and his life was almost beyond his reach. He thought about it, and said anxiously: "But if I say it, I won't do any good. It will also cause trouble for me."

"It seems that there is something tricky?" Shang Heng was not surprised, "Don't worry, as long as you take the initiative to say, the work can be overwhelmed, and I guarantee you will be fine."

Zhou Tong was suspicious: "Why should I trust you?"

Shang Heng smiled: "You can only trust me."

He turned on the WeChat voice: "Are you here? Come in."

Zhou Tong looked nervously at the door, only to see Sister Li and Zou Ting, who were dressed in professional attire, entered the restaurant one after the other, pulled out chairs and sat down beside them.

Zhou Tong stared blankly at the two old acquaintances: "You..."

Sister Li smiled slightly, and greeted her former colleague with a professional smile: "Long time no see, Lao Zhou, how are you doing recently? Thank you for signing Shang Heng, how else can we get to know him?"

Zhou Tong's heart skipped a beat, with an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, Shang Heng opened his mouth with a smile, his eyes were kind, and his tone was kind: "Mr. Zhou, I heard from Sister Li that the artists she worked for in the past seemed to have been tricked by you. If you don't remember, I have no choice but to ask Sister Li to take him away." I came to confront you."

Zhou Tong suppressed his anger, angry and afraid: "Shang, are you threatening me again?"

This kind of attack was nothing to Shang Heng, he shrugged his shoulders: "I said a long time ago, if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts. Who told you to do all the bad things?"

With sweet dates in one hand and a big stick in the other, Zhou Tong lost his temper completely, his shriveled belly was soft in the seat like a deflated ball, he took a few breaths, and had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, I'll tell you, Jia Teng The vice president did make a deal with me."

"The movie "Clouds" has a star lineup and a great director. The industry is generally optimistic about it. At the beginning, we Huaimeng and Wen Ruiyun's Tianhe Group both invested."

"So the vice president of Jiadeng came to me, hoping that I could help him win this project, and hand over the fat meat of publicity and marketing to him."

"This film has a total investment of 5 million yuan, and more than 1 million yuan is spent on publicity and distribution. The vice president of Jiateng promised me that as long as the project is successful, I will get a [-]-point kickback. If the box office hits, I can get back [-] points at most. point."

Shang Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he squinted his eyes: "Ten points back, that's 2000 million? You worked together to put the investor's 2000 million into your own pocket?"

"It's...not so many!" Zhou Tong's face was green and pale, and his stomach was pressed against the edge of the table, and he lowered his body and covered his mouth in a low voice.

"The big ones are divided by the people above. So many high-level people are divided one by one. In my hands, there is not much at all, not even a fraction!"

"If it weren't for me, how could I help him win the project? Is it necessary to agree with the superiors? I heard that the company was in a downturn later, and the boss also sold the equity in his hand to Fang Yang, and ran away by himself."

"This is an unspoken rule in the industry! Not to mention the deep waters in the entertainment industry, kickbacks, isn't that common in all walks of life?"

Zhou Tong spoke dryly, counting on his fingers: "Press conferences, business cooperation, brand cooperation advertisements, road shows, media, ticket subsidies... There are articles to do in every link, venue fees, service fees, headcount fees, Take the chemical fee, these can have moisture."

"Just one push, publicity materials, paper and printing can make hundreds of thousands of profits... Who will check how many materials the marketing company actually sent, it's just as much as they reported."

Like a veteran in the industry who supports his younger generation, Zhou Tong earnestly teaches Shang Heng, a fledgling newcomer.

Shang Heng nodded slightly, tapped the edge of the table lightly with his fingertips, thoughtfully: "Material reimbursement receipt, you should have kept it?"

Zhou Tong glanced at him in embarrassment: "So what? You still want to check? Impossible. The material supplier is the cooperative company designated by the vice president of Jiateng. They are all in the same group. They enter with the left hand and exit with the right. Anyway, there are investors paying for it.”

"Actually, in these gray industrial chains, everyone has tacitly understood that if the movie is popular, they can make money right away. Even if the movie loses money, it's because the investors have a bad vision... Which company doesn't take some kickbacks?"

Shang Heng smiled lightly: "Who said that? Our studio doesn't do this."

Zhou Tong sulked and complained: "That vice president of Jiateng is stingy. I called him a few times for the rebate he promised me last time, and it hasn't been settled yet. It's not because I'm down. I want to swallow my share...they are all cannibalistic things!"

Shang Heng and Rong Zhi looked at each other, Shang Heng handed him a mobile phone that he had prepared, and said with a smile: "This phone call can be automatically recorded, you can call the vice president of Jia Teng now and ask him for this money."

Zhou Tong immediately understood what they were trying to do, muttered, "He will definitely not give it to me", and finally called the other party honestly.

Sure enough, the vice president of Jiateng was still the same as the previous few times, he was used to Zhou Tong's pitiful begging, and he said it was good, then turned around and hung up the phone.

A table of people can't laugh or cry.

"It's really picky."

Shang Heng played with the old-fashioned mobile phone casually, and continued to order: "Give me the photocopy of the material reimbursement receipt, and then go to Jiateng's material supplier with Sister Li."

"Not long ago, both of you were entertainers with dreams. Ordinary employees of the material will not carefully check whether you two have left the company. You ask the price in the name of the company and hint whether there is a rebate. Mr. Zhou is proficient in this way, and once I have cooperated before and I am an expert, so I must be able to get the actual price at my fingertips."

"Mr. Zhou doesn't need to worry about the rest. After taking the final payment, just leave here."

Zhou Tong stared at the money on the table hesitantly, his eyeballs flickered quickly under his eyelids, Shang Heng was not in a hurry to urge him, and picked up the teacup to drink tea slowly.

"I want one hundred thousand!"

Shang Heng didn't blink: "Fifty thousand."

Zhou Tong: "Eighty thousand!"

Shang Heng raised his eyelids: "It's only fifty thousand, do you want it or not?"

Seeing the other party's tough attitude, with Sister Li and Zou Ting at his side, Zhou Tong softened and said disconsolately, "Okay, you keep what you say."

Shang Heng smiled gently: "I don't have any special advantages, I just keep my promise. Didn't I just delete the original video?"

Zhou Tong snatched up the money on the table: "I'll give you something, wait for my call later."

Sister Li watched the middle-aged man leave, frowned and asked, "Boss, do you really believe him?"

Shang Heng smiled slightly, turned on the phone, and dialed Wen Shengqi's number: "Sheng Qi, Zhou Tong has gone out, you follow him and get the bill. Remember, your elder brother lost [-] million, can you get back some losses? , it depends on whether you can make a contribution."

The sound of the car starting came from the other end of the phone, and Brother Wen felt excited about making a movie: "Got it, boss!"

Sister Li chuckled: "It's still the boss's thoughtful thinking."

Zou Ting looked at him suspiciously: "Brother Shang, are we going to report the vice president of Jiadeng Company directly next time? Will the "Mosanghai" film crew resent it by tearing up his face? Even we rejected it together. "

"Who said that?" Shang Heng drank his last sip of tea, "From now on, we just need to watch a play."

Rong Zhi looked at his side face, adjusted his glasses:

"When Sister Li gets the actual quotation from the material supplier, together with Zhou Tong's high-price quotation for investors to see, and the recording of the call just now, Wen Shengqi forwards it to Wen Ruiyun, the victim of the trap. "

"For the rest, it's up to the Tianhe Group's legal department to trouble Jiadeng."

"We just have to watch from the sidelines."

The two smiled at each other.

Zou Ting silently looked at this and then at that. In the hot weather, he suddenly had a refreshing feeling of being in a wolf's den.

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It is still the high-end club full of flowers and camphor trees.

In the corner of the private room on the second floor, director Li Yun and producer Wang Lei are discussing cooperation intentions with the vice president of Jiateng.

Seeing that the release date was approaching, Burma Company suddenly withdrew, time was running out, and Guardian Media became the only option left for the producer and director of "Mosanghai".

"If both of you are satisfied, I hope to sign the contract as soon as possible..." Jia Teng's vice president said cheerfully, before he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"You are Mr. Liu Minsheng, vice president of Jiadeng, right? I am the head of the legal department of Tianhe Group. I hope you can cooperate with our investigation regarding the corruption of ink in the material cost of "Clouds."

The vice president of Jia Teng suddenly turned around. The other party had a large number of people, and he seemed to be unwilling to give up until he reached his goal. His expression changed slightly: "Don't spread rumors, I'm busy now."

The man's tone was calm: "I hope you will cooperate best, otherwise, if there is a big trouble, you may be the one who suffers."

This accident was unexpected. The producer Wang Lei and the director Li Yun frowned and looked at each other.

Director Li Yun got up immediately: "That's all for today. Since Mr. Liu has something to do, let's go first."

"Director Li, wait a minute, I can explain...Director Li!"