Chapter 50 The Brave Game

Author: TrojanRW

Chapter 50 The Brave Game

Endowment.

Donate.

There can be many meanings.

The family is given to the next generation, the company is given to non-profit organizations, the alumni are given to schools, and the rich are given to charitable funds.

The forms of gifts are diverse, and the purposes of gifts are also different. Han Yi's answer is clearly vague and playing Tai Chi with the media. He even did not shy away from it and said directly that this is a good excuse.

The crowd burst into laughter, and this time the laughter was a little more real.

The straightforward ambiguity, this interesting statement that creates a strong contrast, aroused everyone's interest in Han Yi.

"Nelly Andreva, Deadline. Mr. Han, which Chinese companies provide capital management services to Han Capital?"

"Misleading question, Ms. Andreva...We do not manage overseas assets for any Chinese company. 100% of the funds are raised by the company's private shareholders."

"Who is the shareholder?"

"I."

"Dave Simpson, Mr. Han, Mr. Han, what do you think about the trend of Chinese capital experiencing massive invasion of Hollywood in recent years?"

This aggressive questioning of preset positions is not unfamiliar to any Chinese who develop overseas. Whether it is scripts or news, the media industry is always accustomed to this kind of competitive violent narrative, which is a fighting trait composed of the background of civilization.

Han Yi looked at Dave Simpson meaningfully and remembered the British, who was as red as a lobster.

“'Intrusion' is an inappropriate word. I believe every open society welcomes overseas capital, where we seek business opportunities and return on investment, and help local communities create job opportunities and a better operating environment. Like investors in other countries, we have the right to decide how to use our funds, while respecting local legal and regulatory requirements.”

"In addition, our investment in Hollywood is not one-way. The box office revenue in the Chinese market has become one of the important sources of funding for Hollywood film companies. Many companies, including United Artist Brokerage, will also set up branches in the Far East to better conduct business in China."

“As I mentioned just now, the operations of a company require collaboration and integration. Hopefully, our thinking is too.”

Speaking of this, Han Yi showed a polite smile to Dave Simpson. The latter also smiled and nodded, pursing his lips and quickly recording something on his laptop.

While maintaining politeness, this is the heaviest thing Han Yi can say.

Therefore, Han Yi knew very well that the Zhongwei newspaper's sketch of his characters would definitely not be very good in this report.

But he doesn't care.

If Julius Caesar cares about the opinions of Egyptian journalists, the territory of the Roman Empire will never reach the Nile.

"Thanks Mr. Han... Remember, guys, a question in the media, sorry, Dave." Seeing that Dave Simpson wanted to raise his hand to ask questions, Andrew To quickly stopped this round of questions with increasing smell of gunpowder, "Next, Andrew."

"Andrew Trendel, NME. Investing in UTA is your first step into the American entertainment industry. What other areas are you going to get involved in next?"

“I think every branch in the entertainment industry is attractive, but for the moment, I want to focus on completing this deal. United Artist Brokerage has many smart industry leaders and I’m eager to learn a lot from them.”

"Mr. Han, Pollstar Magazine hopes to know..."

"Dave Brooks, Billboard Magazine. Mr. Han, our readers want to know..."

"This is Yahoo Finance Channel, we are for you..."

In the following press conference, only two or three questions were answered by Jeremy Zimmer and Douglas Le Pen. Almost all the other media temporarily changed the direction of the question and focused their attention on Han Yi.

The background is mysterious enough, the appearance is eye-catching enough, and the gimmick is strong enough. Compared with Jeremy Zimmer and Douglas Le Pen, Han Yi is the one who truly conforms to the media traffic formula.

The charming exotic Hollywood tycoon is the entertainment news title that housewives are willing to click on to contribute advertising.

This situation is exactly what Han Yi wants. He needs to use the media magnifying glass to let the entire industry understand him as soon as possible, and stand on the label of a Chinese rich man with a mysterious background, so as to more conveniently promote various negotiations and cooperation in the future.

However, accepting an interview does not mean that it is revealed. In fact, Han Yi is best at ambiguous words. After more than a dozen questions, he said almost a few thousand words. The information that the media present can grasp is not much different from before the press conference begins.

Of course, this cannot be entirely blamed on Han Yi. After all, he has only been in this new world for more than a month so far. Even if he is honest, there is not much content to share.

At 2:30, the press conference ended on time after Andrew Tou's brief ending. Most media returned home, and a small number of well-known journalists with close personal relationships with UTA were invited to stay for the party.

Back at the private office on the first floor, Han Yi, who had already had a fine bead of sweat on his forehead, sat on the sofa and breathed a long sigh of relief. After a while, he was about to reach out and pull out two pieces of paper from the Fendi leather box on the coffee table beside him and wipe it clean. A roll of gray towel was handed to him.

"For you." It's not convenient to do any movement in the cocktail dress, but Zhao Youzhen still chose to squat down, raised her eyes and looked at Han Yi, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Thank you, Yuzhen, I..."

"Yiyi... drink some water, why don't they prepare water on the stage?" Han Yi just took the towel, and Xu Yiru quickly walked into the house. Seeing Zhao Youzhen looking back at her, Xiaoru paused, then naturally carried the left hand holding the towel behind her, sat next to Han Yi, and stuffed the iced mineral water on his right hand into his hand. "I wanted to send it up just now, but I was afraid of disturbing the process."

"Thank you, thank you, I'm almost thirsty, I haven't said so much in my life." Without caring about the makeup carefully prepared by the styling team, Han Yi raised his head and took a big mouthful of ice water, and then he recovered. "Sit up, Xiao Zhao... The effect today is OK? How do you guys feel when watching it offstage?"

Han Yi looked at Zhao Youzhen who had just sat on the sofa to tidy up her skirt, then looked at Xu Yiru who was tidying up her towel on the left, and asked with a smile.

"It works very well." Zhao Youzhen replied with a smile on her hands on her knees. After a few seconds, she seemed to remember something and added in a low voice, "It's better than the part you said at the Metropolitan Museum."

metropolis……

Xiao Ru was next to her for a moment of stagnation.

When did you go to New York with Yiyi?!

"Yes, it's a bit like something, do you know?" Xu Yiru leaned closer, "That time we took the A+ presentation, it felt twice as good as that one."

"You said COMM209?"

"Yes, I prepared the speech until two o'clock that time, but this time I just missed the manuscript. I was very good at performing on the spot."

Ha, Presentation.

Play the 'Come on Senior', right?

Zhao Youzhen leaned forward a little and cast an obscure look at Xu Yiru with no emotion. Xiaoru also happened to look at her and responded to a gentle smile.

Immediately, the two sat upright at the same time and sighed softly.

Both girls reiterated to themselves in their hearts that female competition is not good!

...But why can't I just help it?

I have to find time to ask Yi Yi what the Metropolitan Museum is going on.

It seems that if you have the chance, you still have to go to the campus of USC.

Soon, Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen thought the train went off the track.

The initiator Han Yi couldn't understand the air in this room. It was because he could understand that he didn't dare to move.

In this way, Han Yi drank water, Xu Yiru buckled his nails, Zhao Youzhen looked at his phone, and the three of them fell into a brief and embarrassing silence.

"Mr. Han, two ladies."

At the critical moment, the savior was Corey McIntosh. He knocked on the already open door of the office and said softly.

"Kevin Hart is here."

"Kevin Hart?"

The three of them looked up at the same time. For the young man, Kevin Hart was one of the best comedians of this era. His short body of five feet and two inches contained the comedy energy that the entire Hollywood had been sowed about.

"Is it so early?" Han Yi raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was less than 2:45 pm.

"He arrived ten minutes ago." Corey McIntosh nodded and smiled, "In fact, he also watched your half-time press conference. According to Mr. Zimmer, Mr. Hart came to see you today."

Really good at being a human being.

Not only Han Yi, but when he heard Kory's words, this label also appeared in Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen's mind. No matter what the intention is, as a Hollywood comedy star, Kevin Hart, who has been in the limelight in recent years, has at least given Han Yi enough face. He arrived at the party half an hour in advance and watched patiently by watching and waiting at the press conference. Even this posture can gain some favor.

"Where is Mr. Hart now?" Han Yi stood up, patted the wrinkles on the suit pants, and asked.

"In the salon area, be with Mr. Zimmer and Mr. Bercus."

"Xiao Xu, Xiao Zhao, are you resting here or..."

Before Han Yi could finish asking, the two girls stood up silently and looked at him with bright eyes.

Han Yi closed his mouth and turned his body to fully develop his gentlemanly demeanor to let the lady go out first. Then, accompanied by Corey McIntosh, he walked towards the salon area that had been arranged as the main venue of the party.

“Man of the hour, Mr. Han.”

It was still Jeremy Zimmer who was the first to discover Han Yi who was walking towards them. He stood up, opened his arms, and was so enthusiastic that even his eyes turned into a thin line.

"What a successful conference, wasn't it? I think after today, the whole Hollywood will discuss your name."

"No matter what others do, at least I will chant for a long time." Kevin Hart, who sat with his back to Han Yi, turned around, and his white teeth exposed were two more dazzling than the flash just now. "Kevin Hart, I'm very happy to meet Mr. Han."

"Mr. Hart, just call me Yi, I'll be grateful for it for a long time." Han Yi paused, took a step back, and then showed a friendly smile. Because he found that he had to lower his head slightly to see Kevin's face, and this posture was a bit rude no matter what.

"Grace and Yujin, my two…parties."

Han Yi hesitated for a moment before finally introducing this to Kevin Hart.

Partners can refer to career and life.

Han Yi, who didn't know what to call him, decided to act like a bachelor.

Of course, he was originally a bachelor.

"Yi, Grace, Yuzhen... please call me Kevin." Kevin Hart was polite, which was very different from the dirty image on the talk show stage. It's not surprising that his appearance was not outstanding enough and he had never had any big names at home. His father, who had been absent for many years, was a cocaine addict. Such a grassroots who can reach this point today must have his own unique features in the social field.

"Thank you for attending the party, Kevin." Han Yi smiled, "Thank you for watching the press conference in advance, although I know it's very likely that it just happened to run into it."
To be continued...