assistirfilmes 62: 1 small bok choy
62: 1 small bok choy
Everyone has their own pursuits and hobbies, and Han Qingyan would not look down on anyone because of that. Besides, Bai Feifei is the object of his son's affections.
At least, this girl is willing to show her abilities, willing to put in the effort, and willing to endure hardship. That alone is remarkable.
"Auntie, ah, Auntie, hello, my name is Bai Feifei, Han Wen's friend." Bai Feifei opened the car door, saw Han Qingyan at a glance, and quickly guessed her identity, saying somewhat nervously.
"Wenwen already told me about you on the way here, Bai Feifei. It's nice to meet you." Han Qingyan nodded and smiled gently, "Come on in, it's cold outside."
"Okay, okay, Auntie, thank you." Bai Feifei nodded, got into the car, closed the door, and sat down in front of Han Qingyan, looking somewhat reserved.
"Mom, should we go to the hotel first, or go back to the company?" Han Wen asked with a smile.
"It's still early, Director Zheng and the others won't be here anytime soon. There's no point in us going, let's go back to the company first." Han Qingyan arranged, "Didn't you say you registered a new company? I'll go check out your new company."
As she spoke, she turned to look at Bai Feifei sitting next to her.
She wondered if this seemingly well-behaved, sensible, and somewhat clever and beautiful young woman was worth her son registering a new company for her.
Soon, the car arrived at the office building. Han Wen got out of the car and led his mother and Bai Feifei upstairs.
When the three people appeared outside the office of Good Cabbage Culture Brokerage Co., Ltd., Han Qingyan was immediately stunned.
She really couldn't understand why Han Wen would give his company such a strange name.
What are these companies like Kingsoft Technology, Silver Mountain Guardian, Money Tree Film & Television, Treasure Bowl Records, Leading Sheep Investment, and this Good Cabbage Culture? They're all just jaw-dropping and speechless.
"This name is so funny." Bai Feifei also saw the company's name and chuckled.
"Do you like it?" Han Wen asked with a smile as he opened the door.
"I like it, it seems quite interesting." Bai Feifei nodded.
"If you like it, how about signing a contract with me?" Han Wen suddenly asked. "Bai Feifei, this is a cultural brokerage company that deals with artists."
If you'd like, you can become this company's first artist.
Bai Feifei, as an actress, has also played some supporting roles. Spending every day on film sets, she naturally knows what a talent agency does.
However, she never expected that Han Wen would open a cultural brokerage company in such a short time. Moreover, he wanted to sign her.
To be honest, at that moment, Bai Feifei felt her heart racing, pounding wildly. She almost agreed immediately.
However, she was a smart girl and knew that this matter was not simple and that she needed to think it over carefully.
Moreover, reason finally suppressed her inner impulse, preventing her from losing her composure in front of Han Wen and Han Qingyan.
"Han Wen, I appreciate your kindness. However, could I take a look at the contract first before we discuss signing it?" she asked tentatively.
"Not bad, I didn't expect you to be able to stay so calm." Han Wen smiled, not disappointed, but rather pleased, and opened the door to invite Bai Feifei and his mother in: "Mom, didn't I have good taste?"
Han Qingyan understood his son's meaning and smiled slightly. Indeed, it was quite remarkable that Bai Feifei hadn't been blinded by this unexpected stroke of good fortune.
After the three of them entered the office, Han Wen asked his mother and Bai Feifei to sit on the sofa while he busied himself pouring water.
Bai Feifei felt a little embarrassed and got up to help, which earned her even more favor in Han Qingyan's heart.
Registering a new company doesn't actually require much capital.
Han Qingyan spent nearly ten million yuan on the filming of one movie, but she didn't even flinch.
I've gotten used to it and become numb to it; I really don't take those tens of thousands of yuan seriously anymore.
She had a good impression of Bai Feifei and admired her son's taste. Now, it all depends on Bai Feifei's own performance.
Whether she was trying to win her son's favor or gain her own approval, Han Qingyan was willing to hand over the management of this cultural brokerage company to the other party.
As for giving it to the other party, that's impossible. After all, while Koreans are good at making money, none of their money comes from thin air.
Although neither of them is stingy, they are not that generous either.
Han Qingyan understood Han Wen's operating method: Bai Feifei was the legal representative, and he himself was the major shareholder. Actually, this felt pretty good.
After Han Wen and Bai Feifei finished drinking water, he took the two of them upstairs to the Money Tree Film and Television.
Now that Money Tree Films has officially started its projects, the company has already hired quite a few employees.
The company has dozens of employees, including human resources, accounting, clerks, secretaries, security guards, cleaners, planners, and others.
As soon as the three of them walked in, greetings of "Hello, Chairman Han" and "Hello, President Han" rang out one after another, making Bai Feifei feel somewhat surprised and uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the three of them quickly entered the office. Once the secretary closed the office door, the sounds from outside could no longer be heard.
"Mom, I'm so sorry to have kept you busy abroad for so long. You must have had a lot of trouble." Han Wen felt sorry for his mother. "Let's take a break now and not start any new projects at the end of the year."
After the TV series "Beijingers in New York" is sold, let's see how the market reacts.
If it's a hit, we'll move on to new projects. If the market response is poor, we'll find a way to change the company's business direction.
"Okay, Wenwen, Mom will listen to you." Han Qingyan nodded: "It just so happens that I also have some things to do at the end of the year and need to rest."
"Mom, what's wrong?" Han Wen asked with concern.
"It's almost the end of the year, and I'll definitely have to make time to go back to my hometown. This time, I'll first resign from my job."
Then, we'll visit our elders and superiors." Han Qingyan replied, "Wenwen, Mom will stay in Jinghua City from now on and won't go back."
I want to stay with you. I can't let you fight this all alone here; it's too hard for you."
"Thank you, Mom." Han Wen nodded, feeling touched.
The mother and son chatted about work and everyday things, while Bai Feifei sat quietly listening. She felt the atmosphere was lovely and even a little envious.
It wasn't until Zheng Xiaolong called that the three of them left the company, went downstairs, and drove towards the Yuanwanglou Hotel.
The car arrived at the hotel quickly, and as soon as Han Wen got out, he saw Jiang Wen.
I don't know if he was waiting for me here on purpose or if we met by chance, so I naturally went over to say hello.
"Brother Jiang, it's been a while, you've gotten so dark and fat!" he joked.
"Brother, what you're saying is really unpleasant to hear. I'm just doing this because of work." Jiang Wen put his arm around Han Wen's shoulder, pointed at Bai Feifei, and asked with a smile, "Who is this girl? What's her name? I've never seen her before."
It looks so fresh and tender, just like a little bok choy.