Wu Mingzhu said it so naturally, as if Fang Zhe was the CEO who had to die.
Fang Zhe had nothing to say about this. He crossed his legs and looked at the sky, seemingly in a daze.
Yun Jue and Wu Mingzhu both walked away, one went to make tea, and the other went back to the room to change clothes.
Wu Mingzhu, who had changed into casual home clothes, returned to the living room and found Yun Jue watching TV calmly, while Fang Zhe was still in a daze.
The sound on the TV didn't seem to have any impact on Fang Zhe, and Yun Jue was watching the news very seriously.
Walking quietly to Fang Zhe, Wu Mingzhu put her mouth close to her ear and said something. Fang Zhe showed a surprised expression after hearing this.
Yun Jue, who was actually absent-minded in front of the TV, quickly turned his head and looked over: "What did you tell him?"
It was rare for Wu Mingzhu not to fight back so hard, but instead smiled slyly and said, "I won't tell you."
After saying that, he walked away and went directly to his room. Yun Jue sat over and bumped his shoulder: "What did she say?"
Fang Zhe looked at her calmly: "Do you want to hear the truth?" Yun Jue nodded: "Of course."
Fang Zhe waved, and Yun Jue put her ear towards her. After hearing what Fang Zhe said, her face turned red and she said angrily: "This stinky shameless person, I'll beat her to death." After saying that, he stood up like a whirlwind.
He rushed upstairs.
At this time, Fang Zhe's phone rang. After answering, it was Marilyn calling: "Boss, the actress you are interested in has been contacted. She will come to the company for an interview tomorrow. In addition, I contacted several directors. After they read the script,
, mixed reactions.”
"Well, I'll go to the company tomorrow and you can talk to the director first and see what they think of this film."
After hanging up the phone, the nanny called for dinner. When Fang Zhe saw that the two women didn't come down, he simply ate first. Who knows what they were discussing. The relationship between the two was very complicated.
When they were halfway through eating, the two of them came down. It was obvious that Yun Jue's face was full of anger. Fang Zhe thought that there were indeed not so many good things going on.
After finishing the meal leisurely, Fang Zhe said hello and went upstairs. He entered the study and turned on the computer. He logged in and thought hard about the page. How could he turn the already rapidly developing business into the fastest possible time?
If you can't die, raise it to another level.
After watching the news for a while, Fang Zhe got up and went to take a shower. When he was done, he heard the phone ringing in the study room. He saw that it was Liszt. After answering, he heard Liszt speaking quickly on the phone: "Fang, are you there?"
Interested in getting to know the potential contenders for the Republican candidate."
Fang Zhe listened and smiled and said: "I personally have no interest, but if necessary, you can let Yun, Wu, Marilyn and others go."
"I understand, you are still used to staying behind the scenes. In this case, you can help me seek their opinions. If they are interested, there will be a party in Los Angeles this weekend. It should be a fund-raising event for the Republican Party's election campaign."
"I understand, I will tell them." Fang Zhe calmly hung up the phone. The Republican Party seems to have won the next election. Yes, it won. Then there was a bang, and then Afghanistan and Iraq.
Fang Zhe still thought of what Trump said: During his term of office, the United States did not launch a war.
Amazing, right? After the United States, the beacon of the world, became the hegemon, almost every president launched a war.
Nowadays, the zipper is not idle at all. Sometimes it is Black Hawk Down, and sometimes it is NATO air strikes.
For the United States, Clinton was a president who achieved good economic development during his term. For the Chinese people, Zipperton was really unfriendly to China. He kept making noises and once clamored to cancel the most-favored-nation status for China.
The American people's logic is very strange, as if their China policy is a gift. This mentality became mainstream after the collapse of the Soviet Union.
The United States, which had no opponents, was confused. During the Zipperton period, the United States reached its peak, and then fell bit by bit.
The achievements of national construction achieved by the hard work of the Chinese people are actually said to be gifts. Isn't it ridiculous?
The problem is that many so-called knowledgeable people in China have recognized this point of view and publicized it.
There are really some people in China who really love America more than Americans.
For example, this famous night, and the saying that is popular on the Internet - tonight, we are all Americans.
Wu Mingzhu pushed the door open and came in. Fang Zhe conveyed the meaning of Liszt's call. Wu Mingzhu asked in reply: "Should I go?" Fang Zhe thought for a while: "If you are from the United States, I think you should go.
According to some rules of the two parties taking turns in power in the United States, the Zippergate incident still has a great impact on the Democratic Party. The next president should be the Republican Party, and this one has a good chance."
"I only hold a green card now, but my aunt really wants me to naturalize in the United States. After you talked to me last time when I returned to China, my confidence in naturalization was shaken." Wu Mingzhu talked about the past, but she must have been tempted.
"Well, you will stay in the United States for a long time in the future, so you can go. As for naturalization, you should decide for yourself." Fang Zhe felt that he had made it very clear about whether to naturalize. From the perspective of career development,
There are definitely benefits to Yun Jue's naturalization. However, the benefits are very limited. The social status of Chinese people in the United States has never been high.
Wu Mingzhu turned around and left. After a while, Yun Jue came over: "I'm not going, I'm too lazy to look at those hypocritical faces."
"Then let William go. Liszt's intention is very clear. I hope all the companies under my control will send people there. They want to raise donations, so let me know." Fang Zhe also did not make a decision for her.
"How much is appropriate to donate?" Yun Jue asked such a troublesome question. To be honest, Fang Zhe felt uncomfortable with this kind of fundraising. He was not an entrepreneur who made a lot of money in China.
He spent a lot of money, but he came to the United States and donated a large amount of money to a famous school.
"The upper limit is 50,000. Any more will be boring." Fang Zhe gave him a number that made him feel painful. But how should I put it, when doing business in the United States, this kind of thing is inevitable. And this money will definitely not be donated in vain.
It can be earned back in the future. In order to earn more money from Americans, Fang Zhe feels that necessary investment is indispensable.
"The three companies you have now add up to 150,000, which is quite a lot." Yun Jue knew very well that Liszt would not let any of them go. Fang Zhe nodded and said: "As for Pinnacle Pictures, let Marilyn go.
, she must be very passionate about this kind of thing.”
Regarding the election in the United States, there are many big people doing science popularization in this regard, so I won’t go into details.
Fang Zhe stayed in the study very late that night, not playing games, but really thinking about countermeasures.
In the end, Fang Zhe slept in the study all night. It was really not for the sake of his waist. He was simply sleepy, so he slept in the study.
During breakfast the next day, Wu Mingzhu showed up first, sat opposite and stared at Fang Zhe for a while, with a complicated expression.
After a while, Yun Jue also came over, with the same actions, staring, and complicated expression.
Fang Zhe was a little dizzy, wondering what the two of them meant today. They stared at each other with complicated expressions and didn't say hello or anything.
"I have something to do today, you guys are busy with your own business." As he spoke, Fang Zhe put down his chopsticks and got up to change clothes.
When going out, Bova did not drive, but there was another black bodyguard whom she had never seen before. Bova sat down next to Fang Zhe.
"I was surprised that you chose a room to sleep in last night." Bova said inexplicably. Fang Zhe felt that everyone was acting strangely today. After arriving in the United States, Fang Zhe's security was undoubtedly strengthened. He drove.
The black bodyguard was very strong and very quiet, not as lively as what Fang Zhe had seen in film and television works.
When they arrived at Summit Pictures, Fang Zhe asked Bova: "Is the driver new here?"
"Yes, Ms. Wu arranged it. She felt that your security in the United States was not strong enough." This is how Bova explained.
But Fang Zhe felt that Wu Mingzhu probably disliked the black bodyguard, so he left it to him.
"Aren't you in charge of security?" Fang Zhe was very surprised, when did Bova ask for foreign aid.
"Trim is from a professional security company, and we are amateurs. It didn't matter before, but now Boss is a real rich man, and I don't dare to take risks. So, after consulting two ladies, we added four professional ones.
There are two bodyguards beside Yun and one beside Wu."
Since it was arranged by two women, Fang Zhe stopped asking. The only feeling in his heart was that it would be nice to arrange a black girl bodyguard, which is eye-catching. This Trim looks similar to ordinary black people.
Fang Zhe is blind to foreigners. If you are a black girl bodyguard, you can still appreciate her figure. In short, she has the heart of an LSP.
"When I first came to the United States, I was alone." Fang Zhe couldn't help but sigh as he talked about the past.
Bova hit him very humiliatingly: "Boss, please forgive me, according to what Ms. Wu said when you first came to the United States, you were a small business owner in China at that time. But now you are not a business owner."
An out-and-out rich man. Ms. Wu also had similar emotions. She said that when she first came here, she thought it would be great to have a job and stay here."
"Okay, Boba, what do you want to express?" Fang Zhe asked with a smile, then stepped up the steps and walked into the door of Pinnacle Pictures. "I simply feel that you are all people who can create miracles.
"Bova is really not a flatterer, she is telling her truth. After all, there are many Russians coming to the United States, and I have never seen anyone like Fang Zhe.
Fang Zhe was secretly proud in his heart, and his chest puffed up as he walked.
Marilyn appeared at the front desk in time to wait for Fang Zhe. When she saw him, she came up to him. When she touched her face, she whispered in her ear: "The person has arrived."
In the reception room, Fang Zhe saw Angelina Jolie, wearing black pencil pants and a plaid T-shirt, a dress that highlighted her figure. Next to her was her agent Martha, who was wearing a smart ol' skirt and a white shirt, which perfectly set off the woman's figure.
One of the Lord's legs.
After the routine introduction, Fang Zhe tidied up, motioned to Angelina to stand up, held her chin in his hand, and slowly walked around her: "Take off your shoes, go barefoot, and find another one for her."
Bring me a white shirt and roll up your sleeves after changing."