Wu Mingzhu rushed to New York, and Fang Zhe was free.
Marilyn appeared in front of Fang Zhe understandingly, waving a copy in her hand: "Boss, according to the contract, the first batch of payment was transferred to your personal account, 300 million!"
Fang Zhe looked at his phone, and sure enough, there was a text message indicating that the accounts of Citigroup and Goldman Sachs had received 300 million respectively. The attitude of the bank in serving the rich is really meticulous.
"What do you want to say? Or what do you want to do?" Fang Zhe looked at her with a smile, but Marilyn did not mention her own benefits, but mentioned another thing: "The benefits promised by Goldman Sachs, the benefits promised by Liszt
Waiting for Boss to cash in?"
Fang Zhe laughed and shook his head: "You want to remind me that you can't miss a share, right? I will take 10 million from the account of Pinnacle Film and Television as a bonus for you. Now you can go get the receipt and I will sign it.
There is no money in the account of Summit Film and Television, right?" Faced with this question, Marilyn answered simply: "There is only more than one million operating funds, and the other money has been transferred to your account. This
It is executed according to the contract."
"Well, it seems that I can't save this money." As he said this, Fang Zhe looked at his phone again. Sure enough, on the day the negotiation ended, Marilyn transferred the funds to Fang Zhe's account. You still have
Needless to say, Fang Zhe has no habit of reading text messages. This is all due to the later Internet era, when there were too many spam text messages.
Taking out the checkbook, Fang Zhe thought for a while and filled in a number. After finishing it, he pushed it forward and said, "You can do whatever you want with the extra money."
When Marilyn saw that the check contained eleven million dollars, she immediately took it with a smile: "I know, I know, of course I know what to do. Tonight, a grand party will be held at the Four Seasons Hotel.
All the people are the main members of the film and television company, as well as some cooperation partners."
"Well, in that case, prepare some red envelopes for me. I'll use them later."
Marilyn opened the drawer of her desk and took out a stack of red envelopes: "I have prepared them for you."
Fang Zhe smiled, this woman's thoughts are so meticulous: "You make the list, and you decide how much bonus should be given. This reward is given in my own name, and everyone has it. You can make the list later."
Once the list is complete, call everyone in in order. Remember, even the cleaning lady, don’t be left behind. I’ll put the red envelopes here for those who didn’t come, and you can give them out when they come.”
Marilyn, who was well aware of Fang Zhe's habits, once again took out a roster, placed it on the table, and twisted her waist in a circle: "I knew you were the most generous boss if I had been prepared."
"Okay, I think you win, go call someone." Fang Zhe said, opening the checkbook and starting to fill in the numbers.
Marilyn walked out of the office and stood in the large office room outside and clapped her hands: "Everyone, please stop what you are doing. For those who are not here, please call. All the company members are gathered here. There is news to be announced."
Five minutes later, everyone at home had arrived. Marilyn looked at the anxious people below and said with a smile: "Don't worry, everyone, I am still the CEO of the company, so there will be no layoffs."
After the scene burst into laughter, Marilyn said again: "The company's financing contract has been officially signed. Boss has decided to give up most of its shares and give everyone a little surprise. Whoever I call next, please go
CEO’s office.”
Marilyn started to read the list, and the first person called was White. This director was not from the company, but he regarded himself as one. In fact, he was the one who wanted to join the company the most. Even if he got less money, it would still be better than losing him one day.
The chances are much stronger.
"Me?" White didn't expect to be the first one, so he pointed to himself nervously.
Marilyn encouraged him with a smile. White rubbed his face vigorously and mustered up the courage to enter the office. Within two minutes at most, White came out, holding an envelope in his hand and standing at the door with a dull expression. Everyone watched nervously.
He was afraid that it would be some bad news. With everyone watching, White opened the envelope, took out the check, kissed it hard on the mouth, and then raised the check high.
"Everyone, my love for Boss at this moment is equal to my love for God. Long live Boss!"
When he finally shouted, White's expression turned ferocious, and he really used up all his strength to feed himself.
Everyone paused for a moment and then shouted, this is giving out money, who wouldn't be happy?
Fang Zhe opened the door of the office, glared at White and said: "If other floors come to complain, I will deduct your bonus for the next movie. Everyone, please move quickly and enter and exit in an orderly manner. Ms. Marilyn still has good news to announce."
"
Everyone, even the property management staff who looked after the door today, received tips from Fang Zhe.
The whole company burst into laughter. Finally, Marilyn clapped her hands to signal everyone to calm down and announced loudly: "Tonight, there will be a grand party at the Four Seasons Hotel. Please be sure to be there. Now I announce that everyone can get off work."
Let’s go back and prepare for the party tonight.” Finally, he added, “There will be no salary deduction today.”
Cheers broke out again, but this time Fang Zhe didn't come out. When everyone dispersed, Marilyn entered the office and saw Fang Zhe with his back to her and facing the window, with the bustling Hollywood outside.
"Boss, can I ask, why do you like giving out red envelopes so much?" Marilyn asked with a smile.
Fang Zhe didn't look back: "It doesn't cost much, but the effect is very good, isn't it?"
Marilyn roughly calculated that the person with the most, such as White, was ten thousand dollars, the others were three to five thousand dollars more, and the few were three to five hundred dollars. As far as Fang Zhe's personal wealth is concerned, one hundred thousand dollars was distributed.
It's really not that special.
"Julia is busy with partying. I think it would be better for you to hand out her red envelope yourself."
There was something in Marilyn's words, but Fang Zhe still didn't look back and said calmly: "You'd better send it, today will be very busy."
Marilyn thought so, turned around, picked up the phone, and said, "Order a presidential set, and I'll pay for it."
This grand party of Summit Pictures attracts many stars, especially those who need a chance. Of course, it is impossible to come in without an invitation.
The party was hosted by Marilyn. She knew that Fang Zhe didn't like welcoming guests, so she thoughtfully asked him to wait in the rest room.
When Jessica appeared, Marilyn whispered something in her ear as she stepped forward to greet the guests.
Fang Zhe, who was watching the news alone in the rest room, did not look so relaxed. The news on TV was not good news. NATO planes were bombing a small country in the Balkans indiscriminately. It was ignited by anti-aircraft fire at night and exploded.
The sound kept coming and going. It was already shocking when I watched it on TV. How would I feel when I was actually there?
Watching the news, Fang Zhe struggled for a long time, and finally sighed. Some things are not that he doesn't want to do, but that he can't do them.
The door was pushed open, and Jessica came in with a smile on her face: "Fang, I've been looking for you for a while."
What she said is true, this Midi mother-in-law.
"Would you like a drink?" Fang Zhe sat still, leaning back slightly and pointing to the wine bottle in front of him.
Jessica was not shy at all. She came forward to open the wine bottle, poured herself a glass of whiskey, and said to Fang Zhe: "Don't touch one?"
With a bang, Fang Zhe touched it cooperatively, and a glass of whiskey without ice passed through his throat. There was a slight burning sensation, and his body gradually heated up.
"Damn war!" Fang Zhe complained casually. Jessica sat down next to her and slowly leaned down: "Yes, war."
The phone rang, Fang Zhe picked up the phone, without delaying Jessica to continue. Recently, Pinnacle Pictures was going to make a new movie. Marilyn promised her the heroine. There was a note on the movie script, and she was going to take it to the Venice Film Festival to compete for awards.
.
The name of this movie is "Sweet Rape Me". Jessica is very interested in awards. Even if it is the Venice Film Festival, it is a huge plus. I don't know if it can win an award, but this is an opportunity, isn't it?
?
Wu Mingzhu, who was far away in New York, was facing the TV, but her body was trembling slightly, and she was talking to the phone: "Fang Zhe, please turn on the TV." Fang Zhe on the phone said calmly: "I am watching."
For some reason, Wu Mingzhu heard a hint of sadness, but she didn't look into it. Instead, she was shocked and said: "You guessed it right, NATO intervened."
"Isn't this a normal thing? Why are you making such a fuss?" Fang Zhe said that this was not nonsense, but that since Clinton and George W. Bush came to power, the United States has started a larger-scale war. And it has successfully made the United States
Falling into a quagmire, it ushered in the abuse of force by the world hegemon.
"You are right. It seems that I will have to ask for your opinions more in the future." Wu Mingzhu had to be convinced. In fact, she had never been convinced by Fang Zhe and always hoped to be right in front of Fang Zhe. Unfortunately, she
Couldn't do it.
"You don't have to think too much. If you ask any American on the street tomorrow, he won't even be able to tell which continent the Balkan Peninsula is on. When watching the news, Americans won't care too much about this. At most, they will feel in their hearts,
The powerful United States once again taught an unlucky guy who didn't listen to instructions a lesson."
Wu Mingzhu frowned slightly. What Fang Zhe said was not what she wanted to hear, so she asked directly: "Is the future where death is inevitable really what you said?" Fang Zhe on the phone first made a strange hum, and then
He spoke with a slight trembling: "This is inevitable. Traditional media is superior and must die. Social platforms like this will surely replace them and become the mainstream."
Wu Mingzhu was silent. If it is true as Fang Zhe said, then the future is almost doomed. As the founder who must die, it is absolutely impossible for Fang Zhe to gain control of the must-die. In these years in the United States, Wu Mingzhu has not been everything.
I don’t understand. The media is the freest in the United States because it is backed by capital, especially financial capital.
"I understand!" Wu Mingzhu said and hung up the phone. Finally, she seemed to hear a strange sound, as if someone was coughing.