Orange Entertainment Company? When Fang Ming heard the news, he just smiled.
A mature entertainment company should rely on management and market to gain benefits and suppress competitors. This company's taste is also very limited.
The entertainment industry is often involved in gangs. This is the current situation in China.
This bizarre circle is always performing the myth of getting rich overnight. The huge profits attract underworld forces to flock in, and it has also become an excellent place for money laundering.
Orange Entertainment is considered a big company in Nanchuan Province, but it actually uses this method.
Gangster? Playing gangster in front of brother? Fang Ming smiled again.
According to Zhang Daniu's confession, the person who approached him for work was a guy named He Jinliang. This guy seemed to be the head of the convention and exhibition department of Chenghong Entertainment Company, and was responsible for some large-scale party performances.
During this period of time, the Black Panther had long regarded this guy as a key surveillance target. It was not difficult to deal with such a guy. Fang Ming was considering whether He Jinliang did this on his own initiative or on the instigation of others.
If the boss of Orange Entertainment wanted to deal with him, he would have to consider the long term.
Making decisions before taking action is the style of conduct that Fang Ming admires most.
Tonight is the rehearsal of the party, and Fang Ming arrived at the venue an hour early.
There was something wrong with the atmosphere. Lucky and several people in charge were discussing something, with anxiety written on each other's faces.
"Mr. Fang, something big has happened!" Le Kai said bravely, observing Fang Ming's face.
Fang Ming looked as usual. As a leader, you have to stay calm even in big things, because your subordinates are all watching you.
The calm mood infected everyone present. Lucai organized his thoughts and reported to Fang Ming: "I just received a notice that none of the first-line celebrities and hosts we invited can be present."
This is indeed a sudden and big event! Without these popular hosts and celebrities, the effect of the party will definitely be greatly reduced, which will in turn affect Maosheng Entertainment Company.
"Lucky, give me the list of these stars, and I will think of something."
Lucky wrote quickly on the paper, and soon filled most of the paper. Fang Ming started sketching with a pen.
There are still five days between rehearsal and official performance. In these five days, anything is possible.
"You guys continue, make the preparations you need to make, don't mess up your position!" After saying this, Fang Ming went directly to Qin Wenfang.
Qin Wenfang is worthy of being a strong woman in the business world. She always looks at problems with a distinctive keenness: "None of the artists we invited belong to Chenghong Entertainment Company. Almost all of these big-name artists have their own independent studios. I believe that as long as we go
Talk about everything being possible.”
Aunt Fang is indeed a strong woman who is accustomed to big scenes. Her posture is elegant and her words are wise, and she immediately sees through the problem.
Fang Ming humbly asked for advice: "What should we do now?"
"Fang Ming, what do you think?" Qin Wenfang smiled slyly.
"If we can invite some prominent people to come forward, these stars will not reject us. I'm even thinking that we can also invite some more famous artists!"
Qin Wenfang opened the drawer and took out a box of treasured tea leaves: "Take it to Mr. Nan Yifei."
In the entertainment industry, Nan Yifei can be described as a myth! He started from scratch and used Hong Kong as his base to build a powerful entertainment empire, which has great influence in the entertainment industry.
Fang Ming carefully put away the tea leaves and immediately went to the airport.
Five days, only five days, we must invite Mr. Nan Yifei.
At noon the next day, Fang Ming and Ziyue drove to Yuwan Villa, the residence of Mr. Nan Yifei.
For such a godfather figure in the entertainment industry, there was an endless stream of visitors. Fang Ming waited for more than two hours without even stepping on the stone stairs in front of the door. He was really frustrated and panicked.
Fortunately, the scenery near the villa was pretty good, so Fang Ming started wandering around the door.
In the distance, an old man walked over carrying a basket of garbage.
The garbage exuded an unpleasant stench, and visitors covered their noses with expressions of disdain.
When Fang Ming saw this old man, he felt a little sympathy. At such an old age, most people would have been enjoying themselves at home, but Fang Ming couldn't bear that this old man was doing such physical work.
However, although this old man is old, he is in good spirits. His skin is rosy and shiny, and he is much more energetic than those pampered people.
The old man carried the rubbish on his back and walked towards the door of the villa. People all over the place tried to avoid him, and some ladies even uttered bad words.
There were more than a hundred steps on the stone staircase. It was very difficult for the old man to go up. Fang Ming couldn't stand it anymore: "Old man, let me help you!"
"Why is this so embarrassing?" The old man's eyes lit up.
"It's okay, do you want to go in?"
"Yes!" As soon as the old man finished speaking, Fang Ming quickly picked up the basket for the old man and ran towards the door.
On the one hand, I helped this old man out of sympathy, and on the other hand, I wanted to take this opportunity to get close to Mr. Nan Yifei.
After climbing the stone stairs, Fang Ming entered the villa gate. He was very fortunate that the bodyguard guarding the door did not question him.
After putting the garbage in the backpack into the warehouse, Fang Ming returned the basket to the old man.
"Are you here to see Mr. Nan?" the old man suddenly asked.
"Yes, but there are too many people looking for him. I'm afraid I won't be able to get a number." Fang Ming suddenly became interested in the old man carrying garbage: "Are you from this house? Have you met Mr. Nan?
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"I've seen it before. I'm a distant relative of his. He saw how pitiful I was and asked me to pick up trash here."
"So that's it!" Fang Ming originally wanted to trick this old man into trying to see if he knew where Mr. Nan lived, so he could sneak in and meet him.
When the old man said this, Fang Ming was too embarrassed to inquire anymore, so he walked towards the door.
"Wait a minute, young man, do you want to see Mr. Nan?"
"Yes, I want to bring him something, and I also want to ask him something."
"What's going on?" The old man seemed to be very interested in Fang Ming and kept asking.
"It's a difficult thing to handle anyway."
"Young man, I know where he is, how about I take you in?"
"This--" Fang Ming suddenly changed his mind and said sincerely: "Old man, I helped you carry your things out of sympathy, but also because I wanted to sneak in to see Mr. Nan."
"So you're not just helping me!" The old man's eyes became unfriendly, and Fang Ming sighed: "I admit that I also have selfish motives, but I have given up this idea now."
"Why?"
"I think if you go in this way, it will be difficult to speak even if you see Mr. Nan. It seems that I am too impatient." Fang Ming smiled mockingly to himself and strode towards the door.
After getting off the stone stairs, Fang Ming waited obediently at the door.
Although it was autumn, the sun at the door was still a bit harsh, so Fang Ming stood quietly, motionless.
Ziyue couldn't help but sigh when she saw Fang Ming working so hard.
"Ziyue, do you feel sorry for me?"
"Young Master, you still have the heart to joke at this time."
"It's too monotonous and lonely for me to stand like a tree in the wind. It's okay to joke a few times."
While the two were talking, they heard a "squeak" sound and the door opened.
"The door is open, the door is open!" A group of visitors became excited, eagerly waiting for Mr. Nan to receive him.
The two bodyguards walked directly down the stone stairs and walked towards Fang Ming.
It's his turn? Fang Ming calculated the order and it seemed it was a little early.
"Mr. Fang, our old man invites you in!" As soon as these words came out, some people immediately protested: "I arrived before him, why should he go in first!"
"That's right, this is so unfair!" The gentlemen and ladies next to them were a little out of sorts.
The bodyguard scanned the entire audience with a majestic gaze and said loudly: "Our old man has the right to decide who to receive first and who to receive later. If you feel it is unfair, you can leave Nanfu!"
There was a sense of pride in his words, and the opponents immediately fell silent.
"Please!" The bodyguard respectfully led the way, and Fang Ming and Ziyue climbed up the stairs.
Nanfu is backed by a mountain and faces the sea. The entire mansion is built on the mountain, which is somewhat similar to the Saber Yaoshan Club.
The difference is that Nanfu completely adopts the ancient classic architectural style, with white walls, black tiles, cornices and brackets, giving it a rich waterside style.
After passing through a long corridor, a pavilion appears in front of you. White cranes stroll leisurely around the pavilion, and an old man wearing a Chinese white coat sits in the pavilion.
"My old man is inside, please!"
Fang Ming took a deep breath and walked towards the pavilion.
This old man was energetic, with white hair and a childlike face. The most surprising thing was his face. This face made Fang Ming tremble: "Is it you? You are ---"
"Yes, I am Nan Yifei." The old man smiled kindly. He was the old man who was picking up garbage outside the door just now.
A godfather in the entertainment industry and a billionaire actually carries a backpack to pick up trash, which is beyond ordinary people's expectations.
Fang Ming was just stunned for a moment, and then took out Qin Wenfang's gift: "Mr. Nan, this is the tea a friend asked me to bring to you."
The black yellow wooden box contains fine tea leaves. Seeing this box of tea leaves, Nan Yifei's expression became excited: "Who asked you to send it?"
"President Qin Wenfang of Maosheng Group!"
"Wenfang? Wenfang!" Nan Yifei trembled as he looked at the box of tea. It took him a long time to calm down.
"Young man, what's your name?"
"Fang Ming."
"Fang Ming, you didn't just come to see me to give me this box of tea, right?"
Fang Ming nodded and said sincerely: "I'm here to ask for your help." Fang Ming briefly described what happened. Nan Yifei stroked his gray beard and said: "Fang Ming, I promise you
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Things went so smoothly, and the stone in Fang Ming's heart finally fell. There was also some luck involved in what happened today. Who among the visitors outside would have thought that Nan Yifei, the godfather of the Hong Kong entertainment industry, would personally pick up trash?
"Mr. Nan, thank you!" Fang Ming bowed and said goodbye.
After walking out of Nanfu, the visitors outside began to stir again. They looked forward eagerly, hoping that the next person would be them.
Most of these people come with a purpose. People like Mr. Nan will probably never meet most of them. It seems that a person must maintain a kind heart no matter where he is.