This actor needs more money

When she first debuted, Fan Binbin was called Jinsuo wherever she went. Later, relying on her own ability, she was called Sister Binbin step by step.

Last year, she terminated her contract with Huayi and founded her own studio. Her identity changed completely. In addition to being the boss, she is also an investor and producer.

Last year, she filmed five movies, some of which were funded by herself, and she collaborated with top stars like Cheng Long, who is really a busy person.

She said she was the one with the connections, and it was true.

Nowadays, people in the world give her the nickname Fan Ye.

Ding Xiu cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I'm glad to meet you. I couldn't see Taishan before. I'll take care of you in the future, Master Fan."

Fan Binbin rolled his eyes at him: "You are making trouble with me, you are the master now, okay? As for your Qin Chao Entertainment, you don't know how much money it invests in film and television dramas every year. No matter how much your Qinlan develops, let alone Said there is still you, the prosperous God of Wealth."

Even though you have opened a studio by yourself, it has a wide range of business and can make money, but compared with large professional companies like Ding Xiu and others, it is still a bit unsatisfactory.

To put it bluntly, the money she earns now is actually the commission the company earned when she was in Huayi.

Earn an additional $18 million per year.

The studio is always a studio. The main business is centered on her, and everyone serves her and revolves around her.

Brokerage companies are different. They can manage multiple artists at the same time and have many departments. They also have the ability to invest and produce movies and TV series.

Of course, although the studio makes less money, it is better because it is stable. Even if it loses, it will not lose much. At most, it will make less money.

Big companies are different. The risks are very high. If you are not small, you will lose everything. Just like this time when Sister Hua changed jobs, Chengtian Entertainment was almost paralyzed. I don’t know how much the losses were on the surface. I originally wanted to name their company. It’s hard to find the kind of dramas performed by artists these days.

In addition to what is done openly, there are also things that are done secretly, such as business, endorsements, variety shows, and parties. These are all money.

In this wave, Chengtian lost at least tens of millions.

The most important thing is that the cornerstone of the company has been removed. Without the injection of new blood, the company will be like this in the future, with little development prospects.

"I'm not going to be a father. I'm too senior to bear it." Ding Xiu poured himself a glass of wine, crossed his legs and said, "I like being a father."

"Brother Xiu, are you getting married?"

Next to me, a well-known young female artist passed by and asked after hearing this.

"Pfft!" Fan Binbin laughed.

Ding Xiu was helpless: "They are all young people, why is the gap so big?"

Fan Binbin understood his joke instantly, but this young man was still asking why.

"Ah, what do you mean?" The young female artist didn't understand.

"You will understand later."

"Go, go, don't lead others into trouble." Fan Binbin bumped Ding Xiu's leg with his knee: "I haven't seen you for a while, you are full of bad ideas, you don't learn from the good ones, just learn these."

"If there are no good people around me, who should I learn from?"

"That's right, you don't even need to learn, you can teach yourself without a teacher."

"That's true. In this regard, any man can learn it by himself."

"Hey, hey, that's it. You think this is your home."

"I understand, this kind of thing is not suitable for this kind of occasion. Let's talk privately later, right?"

"I called the police."

"What, you want to play pretend? Then I'll just be the one in handcuffs."

Ding Xiu and Fan Binbin chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere was cheerful. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they were not unfamiliar with each other.

Because there is no mutual benefit cooperation, they just chat and gossip, without saying anything serious.

…

After attending the banquet, Ding Xiu did not go home. There was no one at home and the room was not cleaned. It was better to sleep in a hotel.

The next day, early in the morning, he stopped by the company on his way to the airport.

Passing by Yang Siwei's office, he opened the door and stuck his head in. Inside, Yang Siwei was writing furiously, not knowing what to write.

Not long after, she gained weight again.

Looking at the desk, there are potato chips and snacks.

Walking into the house, Ding Xiu picked up the potato chips and put them in his mouth: "If you have time, exercise more and don't eat these things every day?"

"Ah, Brother Xiu, why are you here?" Yang Siwei was startled when he heard the voice. He looked up and saw the person behind him, covering his chest and exhaling heavily: "I was scared to death."

Ding Xiu raised his head and looked at her computer page. It wasn't a game or a movie: "You're not fishing at work, so what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of being scared to death by you." Putting down the pen, Yang Siwei stretched: "It's not that I don't want to exercise, I don't have time, I wish I could make a floor in the office."

There are many artists under my control, and things are happening everywhere. My cell phone is almost full of calls every day, and I often suffer from insomnia at night. I get phone calls right after I fall asleep, and I almost become a psychopath.

I don't eat regularly. When I'm busy, I spend the whole day catching up on drinks and dinners. Besides drinking, I want to rest whenever I have free time. I don't have the energy to exercise.

With the potato chips crunching in his mouth, Ding Xiu patted Yang Siwei on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's not easy, thank you for the hard work."

Turning to glance at the potato chip crumbs on his shoulder, Yang Siwei had a dark face and noticed her actions. Ding Xiu put away his hand in embarrassment.

"I said Brother Xiu, if you want to comfort me, give me something affordable. If you can't take a few days off, let me go to the Maldives or Sanya for a few days."

Walking to the living room sofa and sitting down, Ding Xiu put his feet on the coffee table: "What you think is quite beautiful. I have never been to this place. If you want to enjoy it, I must enjoy it first. You, just go to work honestly." I’ll ask Lao Qin to give you more bonuses at the end of the year.”

"Thank you, Brother Xiu. I'm motivated again." Yang Siwei looked at the office and said, "It's just a bit crowded here. It would be nice if it could be more spacious next year."

Ding Xiu stared at her for a few seconds, put away his feet, and smiled: "It's good to have ideals and want to make progress, but the food has to be eaten one bite at a time and the road has to be walked step by step. It's only been a while since you moved here, so make some achievements first. "

Several artists in the company are under the control of Yang Siwei, including herself. On the surface, she is indeed very successful.

But if you think about it carefully, Qin Lan's side is a wild horse, self-sufficient, and there is no need for Yang Siwei. There is no shortage of resources on his side, and some directors and businessmen take the initiative to seek cooperation.

The rest are Yang Mi, Huang Bo and Yuan Shanshan.

Huang Bo's side was half dead, and Yang Siwei couldn't lead him, so there was no effect at all.

Yuan Shanshan hasn't debuted yet and is completely transparent.

Yangmi is slightly better, but not great either.

Calculating it this way, Yang Siwei's performance is actually just like that. If she doesn't help Huang Bo and Yang Mi this year, she will really have to change offices next year.

In the office lobby outside, near the toilet, is her office area.

Yang Siwei laughed dryly: "I understand, isn't this just looking up? People have to have dreams."

She likes money and fame.

Her dream has always been to become someone like Wang Jinhua.

Her family is well off, and she is a top student herself. She earned hundreds of thousands during college. She has no idea about money, as long as it is not a large amount.

Currently, I still want to make a name for myself in the industry and bring out a few more well-known artists.

"How was the conversation with Tang Yan?" Ding Xiu changed the topic.

Speaking of this matter, Yang Siwei couldn't hide her happiness: "It's very good. We discussed a lot of details and everyone is satisfied so far. I also think she is a good prospect."

I have to admit that Ding Xiu's vision is really good, and the person he picked is good.

Tang Yan's conditions are good in all aspects, but what he lacks right now is the opportunity to become famous.

As long as the company is willing to invest the cost, her achievements may not be much worse than Yang Mi.

"By the way, Brother Xiu, I heard that you took Xiao Zhao to act. I guess she is busy and may not be able to take care of you. Do you need me to find another assistant?"

Eyes flickering, Yang Siwei continued: "The relationship between you two is like melon fields and plum blossoms. It is easy to say or not. After all, there is no such thing as an artist acting with an assistant in the industry."

"Since she wants to join this industry, she should quit her job as an assistant and just act."

Ding Xiu swayed his legs and said casually: "I asked her, she doesn't want to leave, and she doesn't want to sign a contract. Let her go. If she is too busy with work, you can arrange an assistant for her later."

Arranging assistants for assistants was the first time Yang Siwei had heard of this requirement.

When did she, the agent, get an assistant?

Zhao Liying now enjoyed this kind of treatment.

Will there be an office for her in two days?

"Brother Xiu, I shouldn't talk too much about your affairs, but as an agent, I still have to make it clear to you about some things. You can talk about love as you like, take it easy, don't let the paparazzi take pictures, and don't handle it yourself if something happens. , as long as we don’t admit it even if we beat it to death, and don’t do it publicly, the heat will be over in a few days.”

Ding Xiu: "Who do you mean?"

Yang Siwei: "..."

Sure enough, I was shocked. No wonder I wanted to win a role for Xiao Zhao.

Let alone the office, she would not be surprised if one day Zhao Liying, like Qin Lan, takes shares in the company and becomes the boss's wife.

After seeing Ding Xiu off, Yang Siwei called Zhao Liying who was still in Hengdian.

"Xiao Zhao, how are you doing lately? You're still used to it. If you have any difficulties, tell me. You and Brother Xiu are not filming. I plan to arrange an assistant for you. You're polite. It's easy and it's not a big deal. I'll go there when I'm free. Visiting your class..."

Next door, Qin Gang's office.

Ding Xiu originally wanted to make a surprise attack to scare Qin Gang, but when he opened the door, he found that no one was in the office, and the secretary was not there either.

After asking other people, I found out that Qin Gang had gone to the rooftop.

"Good guy, it's still Lao Qin's joke."

Moving the battlefield to the rooftop and overlooking the entire city is really exciting.

Arriving at the rooftop, Ding Xiu did not see the scene of Lao Qin turning his back on everyone and sprinting towards the city.

Now he was leaning against the wall, wearing a peaked cap, sunglasses, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and looking very smart in casual clothes.

"I thought you jumped."

"Why should I jump down when everything is fine?"

"Okay, take your hat off and talk to me again."

Qin Gang reluctantly took off his hat, revealing his gray hair, and forced a smile: "You know everything? Actually, I'm okay."

Ding Xiu said calmly: "I took off my sunglasses too."

Qin Gang took off his sunglasses. The circles under his eyes were as dark as those of a giant panda. His skin was also bad, greasy, and had acne.

Ding Xiu asked: "How much did you lose?"

The butt of the cigarette trembled, and the smoke drifted into his eyes. Qin Gang's eye circles suddenly turned red, and he said with a cry: "Sun Ta Immortal Ban Ban, more than eight million."

He has spent all the money he made in the past few years to buy a house, and more than one property. He sold it several times at first, but he was indeed making money.

Unexpectedly, the financial crisis swept across Asia this year and real estate prices plummeted.

I lost a lot of money all of a sudden.

Instantly and overnight, I returned to before liberation.

Fortunately, he only lost his own personal money, and the company's shares are still there. There will be accounts and dividends at the end of the year, and he still has the ability to make a comeback.

Otherwise, I really have no choice but to go to the rooftop and jump off the building.

Ding Xiu knew that he was losing money. He also heard from Fan Binbin at the banquet yesterday. It is said that during this financial crisis, people in the industry like to engage in investment, and many people doing business have suffered setbacks.

Outside the circle, the turmoil is even greater.

Liu Tao and her husband are engaged in overseas securities. He was a billionaire last month, but now he is completely in debt.

In places like Peiping, Magic City, and Shencheng, there are countless bosses on the rooftops.

Ding Xiu came to the company today mainly to chat with Qin Gang, and he was on his way to Yang Siwei's place.

"Fortunately, it's not a big problem."

"Brother, it's really not a big deal for you." Qin Gang almost chewed off the butt of his cigarette: "I have a big problem. When I think of losing so much, my heart aches. What the hell is it like to find a female secretary? Mao Zi, one piece a day, can never be replaced in a lifetime."

Sometimes Ding Xiu admires Qin Gang's thinking. Fortunately, he can still think of these things at this time. He is so talented.

"It seems like your problem is not big, so I'm relieved. I originally wanted to help you, but I shouldn't need to take any action."

"Don't, Brother Xiu, I'm all bragging." Qin Gang hurriedly grabbed Ding Xiu's hand and said with tears: "I don't dare to go home or sleep now. Every time I close my eyes, I think about the money I lost. , I really can’t sleep.”

Ding Xiu said calmly: "I'm just about to buy a house to give away. How much do you charge for it? Sell it to me at a fair price."

Qin Gang was stunned. He didn't expect Ding Xiu to use this method to help him.

Buying a house is obviously a loss-making business, so the price will drop one day.

"Brother Xiu, it's really unnecessary. The worst thing I can do is wait a little longer and wait for this wave to pass until the moon comes out. According to my judgment, house prices will pick up in half a year at most."

"I feel the same way. Isn't it better to buy in advance and wait for the appreciation in the future?"

The corners of Qin Gang's mouth twitched fiercely. The real estate properties in Beiping, Magic City, and Shenzhen City have fallen to what extent. They have almost fallen by half. The houses he bought are all for speculation. The prices are relatively expensive and the prices have fallen relatively hard. This Even if the price is reduced, it won't sell.

When housing prices pick up, this is just to comfort myself.

Even if the situation picks up, people who need to buy a house will have already bought it in this wave, and their house will probably be lost.

Ding Xiu shrugged and chuckled: "Why, are you afraid that I will make money from you?"

Qin Gang was about to cry. He was willing to make a small fortune, let alone sell it at the original purchase price, and even lose hundreds of thousands.

"Brother Xiu, I don't know what to say. I won't say thank you anymore. From now on, my secretary will be your secretary."

Ding Xiu: "..."

"Old Qin, how about you become my secretary."

"Brother Xiu, don't worry about the house. I'll take care of it myself."

He still has integrity and cannot sell his butt just to sell his house.

"Do you believe me when I say I just came back from a few hours in the future?"

"Are you sleepy?"

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, I still want to confirm that today is white, right?"

"You! What are you talking about?" Mu Jin blushed, crumpled the tissue in his hand and threw it away.

The paper ball hit his face, and Xia Mu sighed: "You misunderstood, I did this to save mankind..."

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[Rewind, future crisis, case]