Whose Little Eyes Haven't Seen the Actor Yet

Jiangzicheng's dream of becoming a 300 million millionaire was only dreamed for a while, but was quickly beaten back to its original form.

After deducting various handling fees from the 300 million patacas, only 250 million yuan remained.

He owes Mr. Xie a lot of money, and Mr. Xie strictly charges interest at a rate of 5%, rolling interest, money rolling money, the 300 million has not been warmed up in his hand, and there is only 100 million left in the blink of an eye up.

What can 100 million do?

I can't afford a luxury car, a trip around the world, or a half-suite in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen.

But this 100 million...just enough to afford a documentary director's dream.

Jiang Zicheng only considered for a few minutes before deciding to invest 100 million in the respected Indian documentary director Kapil.

Investing in documentaries is a matter of sure loss but not profit. Jiang Zicheng doesn't seek fame or profit, but he just can't bear to watch an excellent filmmaker bend his waist for money.He still remembers that at that reception, Kapil's face was full of weather, and he couldn't even afford a suit that fit him, but when he talked about his dream, his eyes were bright.

When Xie Beiwang heard about his decision, his face was a little more surprised, and he asked, "Are you sure?"

During this period of contact, Jiang Zicheng never concealed his emphasis on money. Xie Beiwang thought that he would deposit the rest of the money safely in the bank, just like a bird nesting, cherishing every little one. branches.Who would have thought that Jiang Zicheng would be so "generous" that he would throw money into a bottomless pit without blinking an eye.

Jiang Zicheng nodded, and said honestly: "There is actually another reason. The money comes in too fast for horse racing, and I, I am not determined! I am afraid that I will not be able to hold on, and I will fall into the pit of betting on horses. It's better to give the 100 million to those who really need it, I don't have any money, so I won't worry about it any more."

"..." Xie Beiwang looked at his obedient appearance, and felt an urge to hug him.

Jiang Zicheng is really a soft-hearted man.

……

He did what he thought, and on the way back to the hotel from the Jockey Club, Jiang Zicheng nestled in the back seat of the Lincoln car and called Director Kapil.

India is two and a half hours behind China, Macau is almost late at night, and India has just sunset.

After the call was connected, Kapil floated in the car along the receiver with curry-scented English.

"Really, Jiang?! Are you willing to be my investor? Are you joking?!" Kapil used three interrogative sentences in a row, followed by a long series of happy laughter.

Jiang Zicheng replied: "Kapil, I admire you, I believe you will become an excellent documentary director and become the glory of Bollywood."

Kapil was moved. His documentary project had been stalled for too long, and even selling money could not fill the hole.He went to Venice purely to try his luck, but in the end he came back with a feather in his hands. Who would have thought that the young artist he met by chance at the reception would be willing to spend all his money to support him!And they only drank a glass of wine and said a few words, and they couldn't even be called "friends"!

"Thank you, thank you!" Kapil held back his tears, and told Jiang Zicheng his bank account number in vague English: "Jiang, you are my friend forever! Thank you for your $100 million!"

"..." Jiang Zicheng was stunned, "Wait, $100 million?"

Kapil: "Yeah, $100 million, what's the problem?"

Jiang Zicheng: "..." He swallowed and said stiffly, "...I, I thought it was 100 million RMB."

He was lucky enough to get 100 million RMB, how could he get the remaining 600 million RMB? !

Kapil: "..."

There was a long and oppressive silence in the carriage.The only blame is Jiang Zicheng's preconceived ideas, he forgot to ask Kapil about the currency unit, and foolishly thought that 100 million RMB would be enough to make a documentary.

One was embarrassed, the other was ashamed, and the two fell silent through the phone. They fell from the cloud of happiness at the same time and fell heavily to the ground.

After a while, Kapil spoke first.

The elderly documentary director laughed and comforted him: "Thank you, Jiang. One million renminbi can help me a lot. For me now, one million rupees is a great generosity."

Jiang Zicheng blushed, he wanted to say countless things to the phone, but couldn't.

At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side and took the mobile phone out of his palm.

Jiang Zicheng: "You...!"

Xie Beiwang gave him a look of "Be safe and don't be impatient". The man sat on the sofa chair in the back row, put his mobile phone to his ear, and fluent English flowed out.

"One million US dollars, no problem." Xie Beiwang's magnetic voice echoed in the small car, "He offered 100 million yuan, and I will make up the rest."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

After that, Xie Beiwang had a lot of in-depth talks with Kapil.This documentary will be invested by Rui Ci Entertainment and Jiang Zicheng at the same time, and the proportion will be distributed according to the investment ratio.He asked Kapil to submit the project proposal as soon as possible, and Rich Entertainment will have a special person to connect with him, review the completion progress of his work, and provide him with more professional online and offline packaging.

Kapil never expected things to turn around. He was down and out yesterday, and he had nothing but priceless dreams.Who would have thought that today he actually boarded the big ship of China's most famous Ruici Entertainment Group, and all this was because of Jiang Zicheng's recommendation!

After hanging up the phone, Xie Beiwang returned the phone to the young man beside him.

"You can rest easy now," he said.

Jiang Zicheng looked up at him, his face turned red before he could thank him.

Jiang Zicheng hesitated and asked, "Why do you support Kapil? Don't you distrust him?"

Xie Beiwang replied: "I really don't trust him. I've seen too many documentary directors who run away after getting investment. I hope he won't be the next one."

"..."

"Jiang Zicheng," Xie Beiwang looked into his eyes and said softly, "but I trust you."