Chapter 108 Begging dog!
Wang Jinhua narrowed her eyes and took a look at Fan Bingbing while drinking tea.

She acted as if nothing had happened, as if she didn't mean it.

Wang Jinhua pondered for a moment and explained:
"Your popularity is different from others. According to the current promotion procedures, you must discuss it with the decision-making level of the head office and get the nod of two directors."

Fan Bingbing keenly caught the change in her expression and tone, and understood what was going on.

It seems that Du Sheng's guess was right. Wang Jinhua's control over Taihe's brokerage business is not as solid as imagined.

Fan Bingbing smiled slightly and said:

"I originally thought that if Sister Hua could decide, we could relax a little bit on the profit sharing.
After all, you were the one who promoted me, and it was because of you that I signed with Huayi.

But if we talk to the head office, that’s another matter…”

Although she only said half of the sentence, with Wang Jinhua's intelligence, it should be easy to understand.

The statements that contain ulterior motives are not just a matter of contract filing.

It is also about Wang Jinhua's control over Taihe and concerns about whether the future can be stable.

Sure enough, Wang Jinhua fell into a brief moment of thought.

Since the introduction of intelligent software, her influence on artists has gradually weakened and has been eroded step by step by the big and small kings.

This feeling of powerlessness made her feel anxious.

As an agent, she knows that artists are her survival capital.

Without them, Wang Jinhua would be worthless in Huayi.

This heavy burden has been weighing on her mind lately, but she has remained silent.

However, Fan Bingbing's talk about advancing the contract was like a key that broke through the barrier deep in Wang Jinhua's heart.

'Did she hear some rumors?'

If it were another Bingbing who was very close to the kings, it would not be surprising for her to know these things.

But Fan Bingbing was still under his protection and had not been cannibalized yet...

Moreover, the other person's clear and honest eyes did not seem to be testing.

I'm afraid Wang Jinhua would never have thought that these were what Du Sheng vaguely mentioned to Fan Bingbing.

Just now, Fan Bingbing noticed her momentary emotional reaction and keenly realized that what the bastard said was basically right.

A ripple of emotion appeared in her heart, but out of respect, she did not say it out loud.

"Don't worry, I'll help you with the transfer."

Wang Jinhua is also an experienced person, so she calmed herself down:

"Everyone is very optimistic about the drama "Flying Daggers". A satellite TV station has already contacted you. You just need to make this drama a success."

Fan Bingbing nodded slightly and said nothing more.

The moment she lowered her head to sip her tea, a hint of helplessness and emotion flashed in her eyes.

"It seems that Sister Hua still remembers our old relationship. I shouldn't bring up any excessive matters. Let's wait a little longer..."

When returning to the set, Zhang Siman felt particularly heavy-hearted.

She didn't expect that Sister Bingbing would actually propose to change the contract this time, which put both parties in a passive position.

Fan Bingbing didn't say anything either, thinking about how to break this situation.

From Wang Jinhua's words and actions, she could sense a subtle change.

Combined with the fact that I rejected Wang Zhonglei last night...

There is a high probability that there will be some twists and turns in the contract advancement.

This also indirectly proves that Wang Jinhua not only lost her brokerage business, but also had problems with her decision-making power in Huayi.

If this continues, if artists like them do not actively embrace Huayi, their resources will probably become less and less.

Fan Bingbing took into consideration the relationship between himself and Wang Jinhua, as well as Wang Zhonglei's obscene gaze last night.

Fan Bingbing pondered for a while, then suddenly looked at Zhang Siman:

"If I want to terminate the contract early, how much liquidated damages do I need to pay?"

Zhang Siman was shocked by this question. She was a little slow to react and even stuttered when she spoke:

"You...why did you suddenly think of this?"

"Just asking out of curiosity."

Fan Bingbing's face remained calm.

Zhang Siman's expression became serious, and she looked a little worried:
"Sister Bingbing, please don't be impulsive!

You still have to rely on Huayi's resources. If you do this, you will probably ruin your future."

It is indeed self-destructive. After all, Huayi currently represents half of the domestic entertainment industry, and many people are eager to sign it.

"Just tell me how much the penalty is."

Zhang Siman sighed helplessly and reported a number:
"There are still four years to go, and it will be no less than a million."

Hearing this number, Fan Bingbing couldn't help but shake his head and sighed inwardly.

It’s better to be a boss. You can make money just by sitting in the office with your legs crossed.

For a contract like hers, it would cost over a million to terminate the contract. What about those artists who have signed A-level contracts?
If you want to escape easily, you will probably have to pay a huge price.

This further prompted her to want to be independent.

It may not be difficult to get out, but breach of contract and offending the big and small kings are difficult problems to solve.

Once it ends up in court, even if you’re not drowned by Huayi’s media trolls, you’ll be annoyed to death.

Moreover, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot.

Fan Bingbing decided to wait and see for a while to see if things really developed as Du Sheng said.

If Sister Hua really can't stand it, then...

At the same time, in the Misty Teahouse.

Ever since Fan Bingbing and Zhang Siman left, Wang Jinhua has been sitting there with a frown on her face, thinking.

Her assistant looked at her like this and couldn't help but said:

"Sister Hua, Sister Bingbing has made a lot of money for the company, so it's only right that she be promoted. Don't the two directors object?"

"There are deep implications here, you don't understand."

Wang Jinhua waved her hand impatiently, her thoughts drifting elsewhere.

After thinking for a moment, out of a protective mentality, she hesitated but still took out the laptop.

I logged into the software management account shared by Wang Zhonglei, intending to modify Fan Bingbing's contract and print it for my records. Unexpectedly, not long after I finished modifying it, I was forcibly logged out of the account.

Wang Jinhua frowned and dialed a number immediately.

"Boss Wang, you are so free today. It's rare."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

Several directors of the company have the same surname, but Wang Jinhua has no blood relationship with them, and she doesn't like being addressed as "Zong Zong Dong Dong".

"Mr. Wang, has my login permission been revoked?"

Wang Jinhua guessed that the other party was holding the phone with a playful look in his hand, so he went straight to the point.

"Oh, I was just dealing with some business contracts and didn't notice you were using it, so I logged in."

Wang Zhonglei said lightly:

“I just happened to see the document you edited.

Fan Bingbing's contract is less than halfway through, so why is it being moved up?"

The other party was so nonchalant, clearly not taking her seriously. Wang Jinhua felt angry, but she suppressed it:

"Her contract is signed under my name. I have the right to decide whether to file or not. Is Director Wang going to intervene?"

"It's not right for Mr. Wang to say that."

Wang Zhonglei smiled and said:

"Taihe Films is also led by Huayi. If you advance the schedule of the artists so much all at once, won't the company's revenue shrink a lot?"

"I will take care of the revenue. No matter how the share is divided, the company will not lose a penny. Please don't worry about it!"

Wang Jinhua's tone became indifferent.

After years of cultivating her mind and temper, she rarely gets angry.

Today is an exception.

Wang Zhonglei laughed and did not give a direct answer:

“We’ll discuss this at the meeting the day after tomorrow, just in time for the year-end summary.

I still have some things to take care of here, let's talk when we have time."

Listening to the beeping sound coming from the other side, Wang Jinhua took a deep breath, her eyes flashing with uncontrollable anger.

"Are you planning to cross the river and destroy the bridge? Very good, very good!"

Thinking back to the time when Wang Zhonglei approached her to work together to establish Huayi, his attitude was so humble.

How long did it take?
After you gain a foothold, you want to kick yourself away?

As the saying goes, even a rabbit will bite when it is angry.

Do you really think I’m easy to bully?

Wang Jinhua's eyes flickered and anger surged in her heart.

But in the end, she managed to suppress her anger.

No matter how you look at it, now is not the time to break with the Huayi kings.

Although it has a number of artists under its control, its film and television related resources are relatively weak and have always been firmly controlled by Huayi.

Even if she doesn't think about herself, she has to think about the artists under her.

If we turn against Huayi at this time, although it will be difficult for everyone, it will only benefit companies such as Rong Xinda, Xinbaoyuan and Tangren.

If Wang Zhonglei still has some feelings for the old times and doesn't want to part ways, there is definitely room for discussion.

Even if Wang Zhonglei acted foolishly, Wang Zhongjun, as the helmsman, should not just sit there and do nothing.

At the same time, in a high-end club in Modo.

Wang Zhonglei threw his phone aside, a sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"A third-rate guy who runs a technical college, you want to act so noble in front of me?"

He really didn't like Wang Jinhua's nanny-like management style, treating artists like her own children.

Usually when he wanted to invite a few female stars to accompany him for drinking, they would ask him questions in a roundabout way, making him feel very embarrassed.

This time, by connecting to the intelligent software management, he really wanted to squeeze Wang Jinhua out.

As he said this, he coldly ordered his assistant:

"Go and notify the shareholders, and discuss the change of decision-making positions the day after tomorrow!"

Wang Zhongjun on the other side waved away the cool woman who was rubbing him and said thoughtfully:

"The New Year is coming soon. Wang Jinhua is a partner after all, so we shouldn't make too much of a fuss for now."

He is considering the overall situation.

A split at this time would not be conducive to attracting capital investment or facilitating subsequent listing.

"She wants to control us with just a few artists. Does she really think she is so powerful?"

Wang Zhonglei snorted coldly:

“Not only do you not allow us to manage artisans, but you are also planning to turn Taihe into your backyard?

Treating us directors as mere decorations is totally unreasonable!"

As the chairman, Wang Zhongjun was naturally aware of the deep conflict between the two parties and smiled and said:
“In this circle, resources are important, but personal connections are also indispensable.

You keep pushing her like this, aren't you worried that she might do something desperate?"

The reason why Huayi has become a giant in the domestic entertainment industry in just a few years is that in addition to its strong resources and background, it is also essential to attract big directors and big-name stars to join.

"Give her a hundred courages and ask her if she dares!"

Wang Zhonglei sneered disdainfully and said:
“Without the markets and investments we have created, brokers are nothing.

To put it bluntly, what is an artist?
Artists are just a bunch of begging dogs!

If you just throw a bone out there, lots of dogs will rush to grab the food. Why should you be controlled by Wang Jinhua, a bitch? "

Wang Zhongjun knew that he was still angry and didn't say much.

He turned around and walked slowly towards the club owner.

"Lao Liao, where is that famous European painting?"

"Portrait of Ion by Paul Cézanne, the 'Father of Art Nouveau', priced at $180 million."

"Take it out and have a look—"

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(End of this chapter)