On Monday, Fang Zhe got up late again. It wasn't that he was lazy and didn't walk the dog, but the two women seemed to have an agreement and couldn't stop until they squeezed it all out. Fang Zhe regained his energy while eating breakfast. Maybe this is the benefit of rebirth.
Well, I'll recover after some sleep.
Auntie Zhou, the nanny, was swaying in front of her eyes. Half of the noodles Fang Zhe had eaten were no longer fragrant.
Putting down his chopsticks: "Aunt Zhou, is something wrong?" After hearing this, Aunt Zhou immediately said happily: "Yes, something is wrong."
Fang Zhe picked up the chopsticks and said, "You tell me, I'll listen while eating."
"Well, hasn't our Xiaoqin graduated? It's difficult to find a suitable job. I just want to ask Mr. Fang if he can arrange a job for her?" Aunt Zhou actually seemed a little nervous as she said this.
It's strange to look at it.
However, Fang Zhe didn't point it out. He nodded and said, "Can't you tell Yun Jue and Ming Zhu that you can't? I always want to go back to China."
"I don't dare to tell them that Mr. Fang is a kind person, so I have the courage to say this." Aunt Zhou's flattery was not at all good, and Fang Zhe simply didn't want to understand her true intention.
"Okay, I understand. I'll make arrangements later." Fang Zhe agreed, saying this was not a big deal.
Just after dinner, Fang Zhe saw Zhao Jie's figure. She looked dusty, carrying a bag, and was tanned. Speaking of traveling this season, Fang Zhe was really impressed by her. As a secretary, she arrived in the United States.
, found that there was no place for them, and actually asked for leave to travel, which meant that Fang Zhe had a better temper, otherwise she would have been fired.
"Are you coming back from Africa?" Fang Zhe also joked. Zhao Jie looked very excited and put down her luggage and said, "I had a great time this time. I have long wanted to come to the United States to have fun. Thank you Mr. Fang for your kindness. I will have a good time in the future."
Work will reward you.”
"Don't do this, I'm sure you won't get any wages these days." Fang Zhe said, looking at the clothes capitalist. At this time, a young girl came in with her luggage and said, "Boss, I asked Wu for leave. You can't."
Deduct my salary."
This is one of Wu Mingzhu's bodyguards, Katyusha, the name of the rocket launcher. Zhao Jie can go out to play, thanks to her going on a trip, otherwise Fang Zhe would not be able to rest assured if she went out alone.
"I'm not responsible for your salary. You go find Wu Mingzhu." Fang Zhe waved his hand and went upstairs to get his mobile phone and cigarettes. When he came down, Bawa appeared in time: "Do you want to go out?"
"We made an appointment with Walker to sign the contract this afternoon." Fang Zhe said and walked out. Only then did Zhao Jie exclaim: "Do you want me to go?"
"You should have a good rest for a day." Fang Zhe went straight out without looking back.
"Katyusha, how many days have we been out? Let me calculate how much salary will be deducted." Zhao Jie still cares about money, especially those who get subsidies for going abroad, which seems to be a hundred soft girl coins per day.
"I'm not good at math, you can do the math yourself." Katyusha obviously didn't care very much. She had a very good relationship with Wu Mingzhu. Besides, she had holidays. Unlike Zhao Jie, she was tempted when she heard that someone was going out to play.
Come along.
"Do you really want to deduct her salary?" Bova sat next to Fang Zhe, looking back frequently as if she was looking at something.
"Of course, China is not like the United States. You have one month of annual leave every year, but there is no fixed annual leave in her contract."
"Huo Huo, poor Zhao Jin, have you noticed?" Bova's words were spoken too quickly. When Fang Zhe didn't understand, the black bodyguard driving the car had already answered simply: "I noticed, he is a novice, a clumsy novice.
.”
Fang Zhe looked back and realized that a black Buick car was following his car. He couldn't help but feel nervous: "Is there a problem?"
"No problem Boss, this car is bulletproof. If it is to be hit, it will be the unlucky one." Bova agreed simply.
What did Fang Zhexin say that someone was following her? She was still such a novice and didn't seem to have offended anyone. Or was she being targeted and preparing to kidnap her? This kind of thing would not be something Fang Zhe would dare to think about in China, but in the United States
, it’s really hard to say.
Fortunately, the car kept following him and didn't mean to hit him. As he arrived at the underground garage of the Fei Die Office Building anxiously, the car actually followed him in. Fang Zhe's heart arose again.
Bova already had the gun in her hand, opened the door and got out of the car, and stood on the side of the road with her hands behind her back, looking at the Buick that was parking slowly.
The door of the Buick opened, and Hodgson got out. This time, Zhe's expression became much more exciting. It was actually him?
"Fang, can we talk? Just a few words." Hodgson looked pleading, without the arrogance of Friday night.
Fang Zhe got out of the car slowly, and Bova raised her hands to signal him not to get off, shouted loudly to Hodgson, turned around, and lay down on the car.
Hodgson didn't intend to comply, but when he saw King holding a gun, he immediately turned around and lay down on the roof of the car with his hands.
Bova stepped forward to search her body. No weapons were found before she backed away and said, "Boss, it's no problem."
Only then did Fang Zhe get out of the car, and only then did Hodgson have a clear understanding of how big the gap between the two was.
"Fang, I need your forgiveness, otherwise I will be unemployed." Hodgson turned his back to Fang Zhe and shouted loudly. He was really anxious. Fang Zhe didn't even look at him, and said calmly: "Me and
Is there anything we need to understand between you? To be honest, to me, you are no different from a stranger walking by on the roadside. Just go back and tell your boss."
Fang Zhe really didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't speak so harshly and walked into the elevator without stopping.
Bova followed, Jin was still there, but she put away the gun, and came forward to talk: "You can go, don't do this again next time, if I hadn't discovered that you are a novice, I might have shot you just now."
Hodgson turned around and leaned against the car, gasping for air. He was actually frightened just now. Who wouldn't be afraid of being pointed at a gun?
Jin didn't leave in a hurry, just stared at him, with one hand always in his suit pocket. Posing as if he could draw a gun at any time, Hodgson got into the car and slapped the steering wheel hard: "Shet! This damn XXX
.”
It wasn't until Hodgson drove the car out of the garage that Jin followed him out of the garage and told the security guard at the door. If something like this happened, Jin didn't dare to be careless. What if someone tampered with the car? So Jin just walked in the car.
I waited there and didn't go anywhere.
"Boss, have you forgiven him?" Bova asked curiously, and Fang Zhe said lightly: "He still made some contributions to the conclusion of the contract. Besides, I don't take him seriously.
, it’s just that he feels superior to others.”
"This guy exudes the rancid smell of Anglo-Saxon all over his body!" Bova's adjective is also accurate.
Fang Zhe shook his head: "I think it smells like scum! I thought he should apologize to me first, but he didn't. So. So, he didn't clearly realize his mistake, he just simply felt that I should
Forgive him."
Ding, the elevator stopped and when the two of them went out, Bova said regretfully: "I should have shot and blown out his tires first."
"No, no, no, I don't want to go to the police station." Fang Zhe shook his head with a smile, turned around and went to the office.
Hodgson, who asked to see Mike again, said with a depressed expression: "Boss, I saw Fang, and he said there is no relationship between us, just like people passing by on the roadside." Mike looked at him with sympathy.
In the face of everyone being an old white man, Mike sighed: "You go to the logistics department to report."
Hodgson is not unemployed, but a vice president assistant who was supposed to have a promising future at Fox can only do odd jobs in logistics. This is no better than being unemployed. Mike does not dare to take risks, in case something happens to the film industry.
He is responsible for the problem.
Before Fang Zhe met Walker, he received a call from Fox Pictures.
Tom Rothman was surprised when he received the call. What was the TV station doing? After understanding what they meant, Rothman couldn't help but yelled: "Shet, do you know how much Summit Pictures brings to Fox Pictures every year?"
Profit? Even though Fox’s conditions are not the best, neither Fang nor Ms. Marilyn have raised higher demands. How do you think he dislikes money?”
After the contract was signed, Fang Zhe shook hands with Walker: "Happy cooperation!"
Wu Mingzhu brought a glass of champagne, and Fang Zhe took it, clinked it with Walker and took a sip before putting it down. It wasn't that he didn't want to drink, but the phone rang. "Sorry!" He took out the phone and walked aside to answer it.
"Boss, the apology expressed by Fox Pictures is that you know what happened. I don't understand at all. Can you tell me?" Marilyn seemed a little anxious and answered the phone inexplicably. What happened?
Do not know at all.
"It's a small matter, I'll go over and talk to you slowly later." Fang Zhe hung up the phone, apologized to Walker, and left first.
Wu Mingzhu walked to the elevator door: "What happened?" The subtext of this sentence is, what is Marilyn doing?
"The crew has basically been formed. I need to go and see it. After all, it is my first time to make a big production. Don't underestimate Pinnacle Pictures. I have money to start this Internet company, and I still rely on the money I make there."
"What, all the financing funds have been received?" Wu Mingzhu's eyes suddenly lit up.
Fang Zhe shook his head: "You think too highly of Wall Street capitalists. Fifty percent of them are currently in place, so this big production is very important. I suspect that if the movie fails, or the annual company profit cannot reach a certain number, they will
Delaying and refusing to give it doesn’t mean I won’t give it to you, it’s just delaying it.”
"Why, there is no time limit specified in the contract?" Wu Mingzhu found it unbelievable. After all, it was the work of a professional team of lawyers.
"The contract is of no use, this is the United States." Fang Zhe gave an explanation that was irrefutable.
What Fang Zhe said was not alarmist, but something that might actually happen. The capitalists on Wall Street have always been greedy and have no bottom line. The purpose of saying this is to fear that Wu Mingzhu would cause trouble for Marilyn.
When the car arrived at Summit Studios, Marilyn was waiting downstairs. There was no dedicated elevator here, and the underground garage may not be safer than the main entrance.
"Thank you, Boss!" Marilyn quickly stepped forward to open the door, and then followed Fang Zhe all the way to the office. She was still worried about what else had to do with Fox Pictures, so she directly bypassed herself as the CEO.
?
If this issue is not clarified, Marilyn will not be able to let go.
After closing the office door, Marilyn paused, looked up and asked, "Boss, can you explain this?"
Fang Zhe briefly explained the matter and finally concluded: "I don't need to do anything, someone will take care of him."