Chapter 427: Young Master Wang’s Desire for Progress (Ch 427)

Arriving at Wang Sicong’s box,

Qi Jia originally thought that when he entered the room, he would see an extremely lewd scene with demons dancing wildly.

But I didn’t expect the box to be so quiet, it was like two different worlds compared to the noise outside.

In the box, all the lights were on, not dim at all.

Wang Sicong was reading a book with great interest. When he saw Qi Jia coming in, he raised his head and greeted him.

“Here you are. What would you like to drink? Beer, foreign liquor, Erguotou?”

“Lemonade bar.” Qi Jia closed the door. In this environment, he thought it would be better not to drink.

Walking to the sofa and sitting down, Qi Jia looked at the cover of the book curiously and immediately laughed.

How to Make a Million

“Aren’t you afraid that your father will scold you for being useless if you read this book?”

Wang Sicong closed the book and threw it aside, saying casually, “I found it in the box. I don’t know who left it. I read it as a joke to kill time.”

“Do you think what the book says is wrong?” Qi Jia asked after taking a sip of lemonade.

“At least the methods in the book don’t suit me,” Wang Sicong shrugged and said, “I’ve never been short of such a small amount of money since I was a child.”

Qi Jia felt from the tone that it was as if he were saying it himself, and he was so confident that he had never lacked a penny since he was a child.

“Let’s talk business,” Wang Sicong put down his glass and said solemnly, “Didn’t we agree to deal with Zhang Ting and He Zhiwei and then let Siba belong to me? Why are you regretting it now?”

Wang Sicong came to Qi Jia and proposed this the night before Qi Jia was about to confront He Zhiwei.

The reason why he targeted Siba was because they had a mature training mechanism and their several girl groups were considered top-notch in the country.

As long as you get it and put your own people in several key departments, it can operate perfectly immediately, saving a lot of time.

Qi Jia took a piece of lemon from the cup and put it into his mouth to chew. It was so sour that he grimaced, but his mind became much clearer.

“I’m not going back on my word. I’m just saying there’s a new way to work together. For example, we could work together. What do you think?”

Wang Sicong looked at Qi Jia suspiciously, then nodded.

“It’s of course the best to have a big star like you join us, but isn’t this the cooperation plan I proposed in the beginning? You refused to do it at that time, so why do you agree now?”

“The situation is different, because now I understand.” Qi Jia spat out the lemon slice in his mouth and said,

“Who has the final say in the company?” Wang Sicong asked.

He felt that Qi Jia was a little weird tonight, but he couldn’t think of any harm in cooperating with Qi Jia.

After all, as long as Qi Jia, a popular first-line star, is there, it is equivalent to upgrading his entertainment company from a small dinghy to an aircraft carrier.

When Prince Wang thought that he would soon be able to achieve greater success than Old Wang, he became so excited that his tongue was trembling.

“Of course you have the final say,” Qi Jia said straightforwardly, “I only take the film remuneration and dividends, and I will not interfere in the company’s affairs. As for your capital operation, I will not participate in it.”

Wang Sicong nodded. He was very satisfied that Qi Jia took the initiative to say this, but he was also a little unhappy.

I thought to myself, damn, are you so sure that I will do something illegal?

“But I have a condition?” Qi Jia suddenly said.

Wang Sicong came back to his senses and looked at Qi Jia, waiting for what he was going to say next.

“Artists who have signed contracts with the company, regardless of gender, are absolutely not allowed to be forced to attend any banquets held by the company.

You can’t threaten artists to sleep with you or play with you. This clause should be written into the contract.”

Qi Jia’s eyes were sharp and his tone was serious. He knew that as long as he cooperated with Wang Sicong,

In the future, countless newcomers will choose to sign with Wang Sicong’s entertainment company for their own fame.

In order to avoid what happened to the Siba Girls Group, he needs to take necessary precautions in advance.

Wang Sicong frowned, thought for a while, and said,

“What if it’s voluntary? You also know the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry. Sometimes if you don’t let them sleep with you, they will blame you.”

“I don’t care if it’s voluntary, as long as it’s not forced.” Qi Jia said.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and he can’t control everyone. What Wang Sicong said is very right.

Many people want to attend the employer’s banquet, but they don’t even have the chance to sleep with the employer. If they force themselves not to do so, they will be blamed.

“But,” Qi Jia thought about it and gave another reminder: “Don’t have any evil thoughts and try to set up a Wanda dance troupe like Brother Belt did.”

“Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with my brain, and my family has a solid foundation. I don’t need to learn those crooked ways from him. Come and follow me.”

Wang Sicong readily agreed and raised his glass to clink with Qi Jia.

The cooperation was officially reached. Wang Sicong was in a good mood and asked,

“So how much money do you plan to invest? How many shares do you want?”

Qi Jia put down his wine glass with a look of disdain and said, “You are not short of money, why are you still thinking about my little money? At most I can take less shares.”

…

After coming out of the bar, Qi Jia went straight back to the hotel.

As for the subsequent establishment of a new company and how to get Siba, let Prince Wang handle it. He is more familiar with official relationships than Qi Jia.

Qi Jia thought clearly that he and Wang Sicong both got what they wanted.

He needed the Wang family’s tiger skin to protect himself, and the Wang family also needed him to be a banner to help the new company quickly open up the situation in the circle.

To put it simply, the relationship between the two is that Wang Sicong is responsible for providing the script content, and Qi Jia is responsible for filming and reporting back.

Then he will get the film remuneration and dividends. As for whether Wang Sicong will go for an IPO in the future, that is none of Qi Jia’s business.

The day after the press conference, Qi Jia and the other two flew back to Shanghai.

After returning to the studio, Qi Jia told Chen Yuwen about the conversation with Wang Sicong and asked her to help follow up on the subsequent cooperation.

The two chatted for a long time in the office. After coming out, Qi Jia took his assistant and got on a business car and rushed to Xifan Village without stopping.

There are only 4 days left until the launch of “There is a Small Shop at the Edge of the Cloud”.

After rushing all the way, we finally arrived at Xifan Village at 18:35.

I have to say that the location Zhang Jiajia chose this time is quite faithful to the novel.

In the dim light, you can see that the small village is located in the green and surrounded by mountains.

At dinner time, wisps of smoke rose from the village, and from time to time one could hear adults calling children to go home for dinner, mixed in with a few barking dogs.

A single-lane cement road leads directly from the entrance to the village. The farmlands on both sides of the road are full of lush green rice.

After sitting in the car for a whole day, Qi Jia felt his buttocks were numb.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, he asked the driver to stop and he planned to walk in.

As for the young assistant, she was now lying on the chair with her head tilted, her teeth bared and her saliva dripping from her mouth. Qi Jia didn’t plan to call her.

After getting off the car, the driver drove away first.

Qi Jia picked up a stick from the roadside and held it in his hand, which he could use for both playing and defending against dogs.

Over the rice fields in the evening,

The dragonfly fluttered its two pairs of transparent wings, moving up and down, left and right, hunting mosquitoes or moths.

Unknown insects in the low grass by the roadside stretched their necks and sang loudly incomprehensible songs.

A gust of wind blew by, and the rice plants on both sides swayed left and right, making a rustling sound. Qi Jia took a deep breath of the air with a hint of grass, and felt relaxed and refreshed.

“I wonder if there will be fireflies at night?”

Qi Jia suddenly thought of the fireflies that he often saw when he was a child, but now it seems like he hasn’t seen them for a long time.

Just as he squatted down and was about to look through the grass to see if there were any fireflies,

Suddenly, a series of car bell sounds rang out from behind me, followed by a clear, pleasant voice like the chirping of birds in an empty valley.

“Handsome guy, do you want a ride?”