I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

Wang Capital Office.

"Mr. Wang, Director Fang rejected our proposal!" The secretary stood by the desk and said nervously, "This Fang Hua is really difficult to handle."

The ghosts in the industry are not called for nothing.Not only is Wang's difficult to deal with, but I heard that several employers approached him before, but they couldn't control him.

However, he is unlucky and talented, which makes the management headache and love him.

Wang Shi'an rested his chin on his hand, and frowned: "It is said that Director Fang himself is a great believer in Fengshui, and there are many antiques related to Fengshui in his home?"

"Yes." The secretary said, "Before filming every time, he would go to the temple to pay homage and buy amulets."

Wang Shi'an thought for a moment, then thoughtfully said: "Send someone to the antique shop, pick out two antiques with good feng shui, or calligraphy and painting, and send them to Director Fang."

The secretary hesitated for a moment, and then said: "But Mr. Wang, in case the party leader refuses..."

"It's the first day you work with me?" Mr. Wang said impatiently, "Give me a way to fight for it, and let him kick Xie Mingzhou off."

If not, he has other plans.

Seeing that Mr. Wang was angry, the secretary was also a little frightened, nodded and walked out of the office quickly.

On the way to the auction, Xie Mingzhou propped his head lazily and looked out the window.

Secretary Li and Fu Chengu on the side reported: "The items for the temporary extra auction have been sent to the venue, and they will be auctioned in the fourth position."

Fu Chengu hummed lightly.

Xie Mingzhou turned his head and asked doubtfully, "What do you want to sell?"

Fu Chengu: "I have a purple sand teapot at home, and the market price has been pretty good recently, so I'll try to sell it at an auction house for a while."

Xie Mingzhou raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Fu Chengu also doesn't look like someone short of money.

Fu Chengu didn't say much, but asked him to help identify and identify any cultural relics he liked.

After an hour's drive, Xie Mingzhou and Fu Chengu got out of the car together, and the waiter at the door was waiting at the door early.

The antique auction was held in the oldest hotel in Zhouzhuang, and the whole hotel had the same antique atmosphere as Zhouzhuang.

The two came to the highest level in their lifetime, and a large number of celebrities and rich people had already gathered at the entrance of the banquet hall, as well as directors and stars who were usually well-known in the entertainment industry.

The two are tall and tall, and they attract everyone's attention as soon as they enter the arena.

Fu Chengu was of superior height, with a neat suit and a white shirt and black tie that was meticulously tied.Everyone thought that Mr. Fu followed Secretary Li as usual, but at this time, a noble young man walked side by side with him.

The young man was dressed in a black shirt, slacks, with his hands in his pockets in a leisurely posture, exuding a strong aura.

Mr. Fu, who has always rejected people for thousands of miles, actually brought someone to the auction house!Several old antique masters quickly surrounded him.

"Old Fu, long time no see, who is this?" A middle-aged man with a kind face asked.

Fu Chengu looked at the old acquaintances at the auction in front of him, and said calmly, "A friend who is knowledgeable."

The bosses around gave him a meaningful look, probably a vase to accompany him to the meeting.

Xie Mingzhou nodded: "Hi, my name is Xie Mingzhou."

The middle-aged man nodded lightly, turned his head and wanted to get close to Fu Chengu, but saw the young man in front of him looking at the classical patterns on his suit, and said in admiration: "The pine and crane Yannian pattern on the suit, sir, is handmade. ?very special."

Songhe Yannian is a very popular pattern on the clothing of middle-aged and elderly men and women in his dynasty.

The middle-aged man paused and looked at him in disbelief: "You know?"

Xie Mingzhou smiled and nodded: "The meaning of prolonging life was very popular in ancient times."

The man showed admiration, and looked back at Fu Chengu.

This person is not just a vase, but also a knowledgeable person?But I have never seen such a person in the antique circle before.

Fu Chengu curled his lips calmly, and led Xie Mingzhou inside.

At this time, the venue was already full of guests. Xie Mingzhou glanced at it. For such an important auction, the participants were all bigwigs from all walks of life, and of course there were also famous stars.

Xie Mingzhou caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the first row.Director Fang was sitting in a white suit, talking enthusiastically with his friend next to him.

"Director Fang, Mr. Fu is here." The assistant beside him reminded in a low voice.

Fang Hua turned his head, saw Fu Chengu's figure, and just wanted to go up to say hello, after all, he could meet him every time at the auction house, but he saw Xie Mingzhou next to Fu Chengu.

Fang Hua was stunned for a moment. He had read Xie Mingzhou's resume. He was born in poverty and had a low education. How could he appear on this occasion, and he still appeared with Mr. Fu!

Everyone in the auction house knows that as long as Mr. Fu makes a sale, no matter how expensive an antique is, after all, the financial resources against the sky are there.

Director Fang was a little confused, it was inevitable that he would not think too much about the relationship between the two.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the long-awaited auction is about to begin!" The host said excitedly on the stage as the curtain opened.

The sellers in the audience applauded enthusiastically.

The lights under the stage dimmed, and the spotlights on the stage came on.

In the shadows, Xie Mingzhou leaned on the back of the chair, looked up at the antiques that were brought up to the booth one after another, the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

Every time he saw these antiques, he felt a sense of familiarity returning to the past.

Fu Chengu glanced to the side lightly, half of Xie Mingzhou's face was immersed in the dark, the changing lights on the stage outlined a beautiful side face line, and the corners of his lips curved gracefully.

He sometimes felt that being quietly by Xie Mingzhou's side seemed to be a long-accumulated habit.

The host continued to announce the rules of the auction. Unlike ordinary auctions, this auction among the rich is all private collections provided by bigwigs from all walks of life. The details of the auction items will not be revealed in advance. It is very exciting like opening a blind box. But anyone in the antique world knows that none of the collections that appeared in this auction have sold for more than [-] million yuan.

In the first three rounds on the stage, porcelains, calligraphy and paintings from various dynasties were carried, and they were bid by many bigwigs for more than an hour.

The audience stared at Mr. Fu silently, but Mr. Fu didn't speak from the beginning to the end.

"Thank you for your participation. The bidding for the first three items has been successfully completed. Then the fourth item—" the host smiled mysteriously. "Actually, it is an additional auction item given by a mysterious guest."

Although the auction house seldom adds extra auctions temporarily, but this boss is an old acquaintance of the auction house and the manager behind the scenes, so he will give some face.

Hearing that it was a temporary overtime, everyone in the audience sat up straight and their eyes brightened.

The host asked the staff to carry it into a sealed box, and after opening it on the spot—it turned out to be a purple clay pot!

When everyone looked at it, it turned out to be an unremarkable purple clay pot, and their arrogance froze immediately, but after seeing the majestic gossip picture on the pot, they all opened their eyes wide.

Of course, Xie Mingzhou knew that Mr. Fu's additional auction this time was his family's Yin Hu, one of the most famous Yin and Yang pots in the Ming Dynasty. The Eight Diagrams on the pot was carved by the famous sculptor Wang Wanzhi. It is a very rare treasure.But only when the two pots are combined into one is it a good omen.

And the other pot is in Fang Dao's.

Fang Hua's eyes straightened, isn't this the other half of the yin pot that he has been looking for for four or five years?

He has been paying attention to the whereabouts of the Yin Pot of the Ming Dynasty in recent years, but he did not expect it to be in the hands of an unknown boss!

Fang Hua clenched his fingers tightly, no matter what, he had to take a picture of the vagina!

Fu Chengu and Secretary Li at the side looked at each other, and Secretary Li nodded.

"Next, the bidding begins—starting at 2000 million."

The audience pondered for a moment, the final transaction price of the first few antiques was more than 1000 million, and the starting price of this antique was 2000 million, but judging from the appearance and origin of the antique, it is indeed worth this price.

Everyone is wondering who this behind-the-scenes guest is.

"2100 million." A middle-aged man said, and everyone saw that he was an old man in the antique world.

"2150 million!" Another price increase.

The price was too high, and everyone present did not dare to open their mouths.

After a moment of silence, a firm voice sounded: "2500 million."

Suddenly increasing the weight, everyone was stunned, it turned out to be Fang Dao, who had been silent all this time, and also a big hand in the collection world!

Fu Chen raised his eyes calmly.

Fang Hua's gaze was firm, staring at the Yin Pot in the center of the field, with an aura of certainty.

"2500 million once, 2500 million twice..."

No one made a sound until the host was about to make a decision for the third time.

"2600 million." Another boss shouted out the price, which is enough to show the rarity of this yin pot

Secretary Li looked at the people who kept bidding, and was a little worried. He whispered into Fu Chengu's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, Director Fang...can you really win the bidding?"

Fu Chengu said lightly, "Yes."

He couldn't be more clear about how obsessed Director Fang is with the Yin-Yang Pot. After all, both of them are old experts in the auction house.

Xie Mingzhou frowned slightly, and looked at Fu Chengu with subtle eyes.

Director Fang wiped his face, good guy, just had sex with him again.He lost to Fu Chengu every time, but he couldn't lose to the middle-aged man in front of him. This yin-yang pot was a treasure he had read for several years.

Director Fang pondered for a moment, clenched his fist, and suddenly raised the price: "3000 million!"

He gritted his teeth, this is almost the maximum price he can offer so far!

As soon as the words came out, the audience became excited. With such a high bidding price, no one could match it except Mr. Fu.

Everyone stared at Fu Chengu's face, as if expecting him to make a move.Everyone knows that he has a paranoid love for antiques from the Ming Dynasty.

"3000 million for the first time, 3000 million for the second time..."

Director Fang glanced anxiously at Fu Chengu, this is something from the Ming Dynasty...

However, Mr. Fu remained calm and did not express his opinion at all.

"3000 million deals!!!" The host said.

As soon as the words fell, Fang Dao was taken aback, and the audience also let out a low cry.

"To Papa Fu, this price is nothing at all! He didn't sell it? This is his favorite thing from the Ming Dynasty!"

"Damn it, is this the first time Papa Fu stopped at the auction house?"

"Congratulations to Mr. Fang Hua for winning the bid for the Yin Pot!"

Director Fang looked at Fu Chengu in disbelief, and Fu Chengu raised his chin to congratulate him.

Everyone in the audience congratulated Director Fang.

While Dao Fang was pleasantly surprised, he also felt a strange feeling.He obviously won the Yin Pot, but why does he somehow feel like... being in a trap?

Although he is very good at filming, he has to admit that in terms of bidding and business, he is completely outmatched by these scheming business bosses.

After a while, the host once again asked the staff to bring up another treasure—a short dagger with horns, which was used by the famous assassin Shang Que in history when he assassinated the king.

Not long after Fang Dao calmed down, he immediately picked it up again, looking at the assassin's dagger gleaming coldly on the booth in disbelief.

——The feng shui master has read the hexagrams with him, the horns have the meaning of resisting bad luck, and the assassin's dagger is in perfect harmony with the characters in his play——The feng shui master predicted that this is a sign of good luck! !

This antique, as if destined to be with him in the dark, deeply affects the trend of his career line, and must not be missed.

At this time, all the antique lovers in the audience became interested. From the perspective of workmanship, this dagger has no subtleties. Its value lies in the story behind it——

The host explained: "During the Warring States Period, the king of Wu was tyrannical by nature, oppressed the people, and the people were in dire straits. Later, a hermit disguised himself and sneaked into the palace. At the birthday banquet of the king of Wu, while toasting, he used a knife hidden in his sleeve to assassinate him with one blow. "

Later, the state of Wu changed and the new king boarded the plane.The deeds of this assassin spread, which influenced the development of assassins in many subsequent dynasties, and fish intestine swords, spears and so on appeared one after another.

Hidden knife in cuff, one hit kills.

Director Fang listened, and subconsciously glanced at the elegant and dignified young man sitting a few meters away.At first, he thought it was inappropriate for Xie Mingzhou to come to this place, but now he remembered that in Xie Mingzhou's debut resume, the "National Cultural Relics" variety show, the eternal emperor who was backed by history——

Those good-looking eyes not only look at people with affection, but also hide a deep cultural accomplishment.

This unique cultivation is really cool in the entertainment industry, and it is also the first time he has encountered it in the industry for so many years.It's not a deliberate creation of people, but from the inside out, which makes people admire.

"The bidding begins now—are you ready!"

The enthusiastic voice of the host brought Fang Dao back to his thoughts. He frowned uncomfortably, turned on his phone and checked the balance.

The funds in this card are less than 500 million. After all, he just spent a lot of money to buy the Yin Pot.

Director Fang rubbed his browbones in distress, wishing to hear the price of the dagger.

"The bidding starts, starting at 2100 million!"

As soon as the words fell, the old antiques were also amazed: "What's going on today, there are two antiques with a starting price of more than 2000 million!"

Fang Dao froze, all thoughts were lost. He had no idea that the starting price of the claw dagger could be as high as 2000 million. He spent 3000 million before, and now there is only money left, not even the starting price.

Everything seems to be calculated by someone, he bought the Yin Pot, and he has no spare money to buy a dagger, at least the money is not enough now.

Director Fang glanced resentfully at Mr. Fu and the other business elites, and suddenly felt overwhelmed.For him, this dagger is a talisman for his next drama!

A group of people began to bid, and the price was raised to an astonishingly high price of 4000 million.

In the end, there was no suspense, and he was calmly paid by Mr. Fu.

"Congratulations to Mr. Fu for winning the bid for the Warring States Dagger! Now please come to the backcourt to sign the agreement with all the successful bidders!"

The audience burst into warm applause.

"4000 million! The highest price in the audience!"

"Papa Fu is Papa Fu! Let me teach you how to be a man!"

Xie Mingzhou smiled and glanced at Mr. Fu, then shook his head.

Although it was an assassin's dagger with a historical allusion, he was really shocked at such a high price. The degree to which these modern people spend money like water is no less than what he was back then.

Fu Chengu and Secretary Li followed the waiter to get up and walked to the meeting room outside the venue.

Just as he reached the door, a voice came from behind Fu Chengu.

"Mr. Fu."

There was no surprise in Fu Chengu's eyes. He turned around and looked at Fang Hua behind him with a calm expression.

"Director Fang."

Fang Hua nodded respectfully: "Boss Fu, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Fu Chengu looked down at him with an innate sense of oppression in his eyes: "Director Fang, please tell me."

"Boss Fu, although I'm very sorry, but... May I ask if you can transfer the Warring States dagger you bought to me." Director Fang clenched his fists, "The original price or higher is fine. I will collect all the money the day after tomorrow and put it together Call you."

He also weighed it over and over again, for him, this dagger is a predestined object, an auspicious omen, and no amount of money can buy it.

Fu Chen did not comment, and his thin lips carried a sense of alienation, making Fang Dao's palms sweat. It was rumored that Mr. Fu was rarely influenced by others in his work, and he was completely unsure whether he could talk to Mr. Fu.

Every minute and every second is suffering.

After a long time, Director Fang listened to Fu Chen so unhurriedly said: "Yes."

Director Fang raised his head in doubt.

"But there is one condition."

Of course, Director Fang understood that these business bosses never suffered a loss in their work, but someone like Fu Chengu was willing to transfer the dagger to him, which was already the biggest concession and a very generous behavior of a gentleman.

"I heard that Director Fang is busy with a new drama recently?" Fu Chengu asked lightly.

Director Fang nodded and said sincerely, "Well, Mr. Fu, please tell me."

Fu Chengu didn't mention any specific requirements, but just patted him on the shoulder: "I hope Director Fang can stick to his heart and not be influenced by the management. Some actors with unique temperament should not be buried."

The tone is cold, but there is no doubt about it.

What Fu Chengu said was subtle, but Director Fang understood it right away, and even agreed with it.

He really disliked Wang's behavior of coming to greet him every day. Both Wu Haoran and Xie Mingzhou have their own strengths, but regardless of Wang's recommendation, Xie Mingzhou is indeed more unique and attractive.

After all, in the entertainment industry, there are often outstanding actors, but there are no people who really understand the morality handed down from ancient times.

After a while, Director Fang sighed and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Fu, this is what I should do as a director."

It's time to make a choice.

But he was still curious, what is the relationship between Xie Mingzhou and Fu Chengu, so that Fu Chengu could help him in person?Of course, it's not easy for him to ask.

Having achieved his goal, Fu Chengu slightly curled his lips, and entered the meeting room with Director Fang to sign the auction agreement.

Director Fang looked at the two agreements on the table.

A transfer document of the "Warring States Dagger".

A bidding document for "Yin Yang Pot".

The party A of the two documents turned out to be Fu Chen.

Director Fang looked up in shock, and the man in front of him instantly grew taller.

For him, these two things are priceless treasures that he has been searching for for many years.He really owes Mr. Fu... double favors.

After signing the documents, Fu Chengucai and Secretary Li walked out of the conference room.

Secretary Li, who was looking at the whole audience, looked at his president, unconsciously feeling shocked.Mr. Fu has long expected that in "The Legend of the Dragon", Xie Mingzhou is likely to be bullied by the management, and Fang Dao is also a person who does his own way.

Mr. Fu wanted to bring Fang Dao's wild horse into his camp and help Xie Mingzhou pave the way.But everyone knows that Fang Dao is really invulnerable. The management loves and hates him, and there is nothing they can do about him.

But this time, it was obvious that the president of the company asked Fang Dao, but in the end, it was Fang Dao who came to ask Mr. Fu, and he was very grateful to Mr. Fu.

"What?" Fu Chengu stopped and asked calmly.

"Boss Fu, how did you think of using this method to make Director Fang so obedient to you..." Secretary Li asked doubtfully.

If Director Fang knew about the situation behind Mr. Fu's back, vomiting blood for three liters would not be enough.

Boss Fu asked him to check Fang Hua's information and the information of the auction house a long time ago, and he was sure that with Fang Dao's character, he would definitely buy the dagger at a high price when he saw it.So he set up a situation before that, leading Fang Dao to spend all his time on the yin and yang pot, and buying the dagger himself, so Fang Dao turned to beg him, and felt guilty for owed favors.

Fu Chengu lowered his eyes, and said indifferently: "For a proud person like Director Fang, it's useless for you to spend money to coerce and lure him."

A faint mockery floated from the corner of his mouth, "Only by making him agree with you from the bottom of his heart can he control him and do things for you."

After getting Fang Dao done, the next step is the plan.

Secretary Li suffocated.

Mr. Fu is indifferent on the surface, but the city is really deep... scary, he cheated people quietly, and even helped him count the money... If the president was born in ancient times, it would be a pity if he didn't become a counselor.

Fu Chen did not look at him again, and walked straight back to the venue, but saw a slender figure by the door.

Xie Mingzhou was lazily leaning against the door, looking at him with a smile on his lips.