Chapter 122 Culture Co., Ltd.
Inside Guangde Building.

Zhang Yuan did not force the other party to make a decision on the spot, but changed the subject in a gentle voice. After chatting for a while, he said goodbye as usual and left gracefully.

"Yuan, do you still have this idea?"

On the way, Brother Qian grinned and thought to himself, it seems like I was taken advantage of by this kid today.

But I'm not really angry.

He helped me find a job, and this favor will last a lifetime.

What's more, he was not introducing the other party blindly; the other party was indeed capable.

He also had a great time.

"Brother Qian, in our industry, whether it's a crosstalk actor or a film and television actor, we are actually like merchandise on supermarket shelves." Zhang Yuan said as he walked.

"It looks glamorous, but you can only be chosen by others. Directors, producers, investors, anyone who is not satisfied can kill you with one blow."

"If you offend someone carelessly, your future is likely to be ruined."

The image of Huang Haibo emerged in Zhang Yuan's mind.

After this person got into trouble, even the bearded man publicly expressed his regret, but it is not known whether he was truly sorry or was just crying wolf.

"So, in our industry, you either have to find a backer, or become one yourself." Zhang Yuan is well aware that personal abilities are ultimately limited.

"So do you want to find a backer, or do you want to be a backer?" Brother Qian asked with a smile.

"Brother Qian, you are wrong." Zhang Yuan replied: "This is not a multiple-choice question."

"But I want them all!"

Who says you can’t grow and become a backer while looking for one?
Just like many people are submissive at work, but fight hard in the bath city.

These two things do not contradict each other, they just have different positions.

"Wow!" Brother Qian took a breath in surprise.

It was not until now that he realized that his roommate's ambition and ability were probably even more astonishing than he had imagined.

The two returned to the courtyard and soon started eating Brother Qian's special cold dishes.

It’s true, people are afraid of habits. I used to eat it every day, but I haven’t eaten it for a while recently, and I even miss it a little.

They had just started eating when there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

"I'll go open the door." Zhang Yuan suppressed Brother Qian who wanted to get up and went there himself.

"Teacher Guo, you're here." He raised his hand to open the door, and it was just as he expected.

Guo Degang happily walked into the yard carrying two bottles of white wine wrapped in red net ropes.

"Come, let's get together and have a bite." Zhang Yuan led him to the table. Teacher Guo licked his lips habitually and sat down somewhat embarrassedly.

What else could happen if he came now?

Of course it’s a bite.

In fact, he was still struggling after Zhang Yuan and Brother Qian left. After all, he was the one who founded this club of only three people and invested too much energy and emotion in it. Now he has to share it with others, and he feels reluctant.

At this time, it was old man Zhang Wenshun who stumped him with just one question.

"Do you have a choice?"

"If we continue to run this business, it will go bankrupt sooner or later."

"The gangsters are here again, who will protect you?"

"That supporting actor named Yu Qian is his friend. Will he come again?"

"Will you still have the TV series promotion and so many connections in the future?"

"Now Zhang Yuan has the right time, right place, and right people. Don't you agree?"

Only then did Teacher Guo wake up from his dream.

Yes!

People spend a lot of time and effort, but they can't generate electricity for love.

It is shameless to ask others to make selfless contributions when you have no relationship with them.

There are so many temptations in front of him, but behind him is a crumbling garden, rent that he cannot afford, and he has to sell his car to subsidize his wife.

On one side is a bright future, and on the other is a painful present.

Then why am I still so confused?

He found that he never seemed to have a choice.

"This Zhang Yuan is really amazing!" Zhang Wenshun exclaimed: "He always smiles, but he gets things done quietly."

"People, once you've tasted the sweetness, you can't go back."

Only then did Teacher Guo decide to visit.

"Brother, what you said before..." After drinking a few glasses, Guo Degang took the initiative to speak.

"It's like this. The structure of traditional classes is not suitable for today's society."

"I think we need to set up a company and modernize management."

"I'll provide the registered capital, and the equity structure will be shared by both of us. As for the ratio..." Zhang Yuan smiled, revealing his white teeth in the moonlight.

"I'm 51, you're 49, how about that?"

Guo Degang's heart skipped a beat and he was silent for a long time.

Zhang Yuan’s idea is very simple: I must have a say!
But you can't put too much pressure on them, otherwise once they get started, people will turn around and set up new classes, and your work will be in vain.

After all, the most important asset in this industry is people.

So the equity is distributed almost half to each person, but I get a little more, which is enough to have the right to make the final decision.

"I've also thought of a name for the company." Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhang Yuan continued, "We'll each take one character from each of our names."

"How about calling it 'Deyuan Society'?"

Hearing these three words, Guo Degang's expression eased a lot.

His name comes before Zhang Yuan!

Zhang Yuan smiled secretly when he saw the other person's expression change.

"I knew it……"

Just like the previous lunch box company, he used the names of Zhao Jin and Cao Jianjun.

The poorer and more difficult the life is, the more you care about your reputation, because you have no money, no car, no house, nothing. All you have left is your face, so of course you value it.

In contrast, most investment tycoons and business tycoons hide behind the scenes, and the equity structure of many companies is so complicated that only a trace of them can be detected.

They don't need fame, they just want to make a fortune quietly.

The same goes for Zhang Yuan. This kind of false reputation doesn’t matter at all. What he wants is benefits.

But this is very important to Guo Degang, who is living in poverty now.

He wants to be famous!

I may suffer a loss in equity, but I can make it up in the name. When I tell others, this is still my team... Mr. Guo thought so, and the depression in his heart was mostly dissipated. "This name is good!" Finally, he raised his glass and said with a smile.

Just like that, the two reached an agreement.

In fact, Zhang Yuan had already thought about it. If Guo Degang disagreed, he would go and lock the toilet door anyway, since he had already eaten Brother Qian’s cold dish. If he didn’t agree, he wouldn’t open the door!
……

The next day, they went to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to handle the company's application matters.

When dealing with this matter, Zhang Yuan specially asked Zhao Decai to borrow a company accountant, so the process went particularly smoothly.

Fatty Zhao was also very considerate. When the new store was revamped and opened, he would send flower baskets and red envelopes.

"Deyuanshe Culture Co., Ltd."

A few days later, the two of them and Brother Qian gathered in the courtyard and passed around the business license that smelled of ink and admired it.

"Teacher Guo, you will be that virtue from now on."

“That’s how far I am.”

"I have limited education." Brother Qian took a deep puff of his cigarette and immediately replied, his shoulders shaking with joy at the two of them.

As expected of a supporting actor, he must not let the words fall to the ground.

The company had just been established when Big Beard contacted him and the people from the TV and radio stations were in place, and the recording of the storytelling of "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" was about to begin.

Inside Guangde Building.

All the tables, chairs and benches originally used by the audience were moved aside to make room for the camera crew to set up their equipment.

Taking advantage of the time of preliminary preparations, Zhang Yuan approached and chatted with the staff of the Capital TV and Radio Station one by one.

Needless to say, he was already very adept at greeting, passing out cigarettes and bragging.

Although Big Beard has a close relationship with CCTV, this kind of promotional video is still not qualified to be broadcast on CCTV, so he asked the Imperial Capital TV Station to shoot it.

However, unlike the bearded man, Zhang Yuan was not very interested in the people from the TV station. Instead, he came to a tall, round-faced staff member with a flat head and glasses.

"Hello, Teacher Dapeng. I really like your show." Zhang Yuan extended his hand and greeted the other party.

This Dapeng is not that Dapeng, not the Dapeng who later went to the bathing city with Teacher Qiao Shan.

He is the head host of the Imperial Capital Art Radio. The program he hosts, "Happy Teahouse", focuses on broadcasting traditional crosstalk, storytelling, stand-up crosstalk and other programs.

Last year, this program became the most listened-to program in the afternoon on the Imperial Capital Radio Station with a score of 4%.

This shows that traditional folk art still has a market and mass base.

"Hello." Dapeng looked very polite, but he was dissatisfied in his heart.

why?
He is an old fan who loves to collect lost old programs and jokes.

I also respect those old gentlemen very much.

So I heard that the storyteller today is a young man. It’s ok that he doesn’t have a master, but he’s also an actor?

This is not my line of work at all.

Isn’t this nonsense!

But he had to do the task assigned by his leader, and he didn't want to come at all.

"Teacher Dapeng, please give me more suggestions later. You are an expert, and I am just a guest."

His attitude is quite good... Dapeng's impression of him has improved a lot.

Before the recording of the show, Zhang Yuan changed into the costume of Murong Fu in the play as he had said to Big Beard before. He held a folding fan in his hand and walked on stage gracefully with standard square steps, shaking his body three times with each step.

As soon as he appeared on the scene above, the eyes of several female TV station staff members lit up.

Listening to books or something is not important, just looking at the appearance is enjoyable.

The table he usually used for crosstalk was replaced with an ebony incense table to match his dress and temperament.

Zhang Yuan settled down, looking relaxed and not looking around. He truly had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, white teeth, and the demeanor of a gentleman with elegant demeanor.

The bearded man looked around proudly, as if saying.

Check it out.

Look at them all.

How are the actors in our crew?
How's my vision!
Dapeng from the radio station frowned. No matter how good the appearance is, it will be useless if the strength is not good enough.

"ACTION!"

At the command of the on-site director, Zhang Yuan began his performance just like when he was on the crew.

"Three feet of Longquan, ten thousand volumes of books."

"It is God's will for me."

“It cannot govern the country and bring peace to the world.”

"You are not worthy of calling yourself a man... a real man!"

Zhang Yuan threw the imperial drum, and the crisp sound lingered in the air for three days, full of momentum.

Guo Degang, Yu Qian, Zhang Wenshun and Li Jing, who were hiding in the backstage, kept nodding.

In terms of momentum alone, Zhang Yuan has it all!

Traditional folk art performers are divided into three stages: students, actors and leading actors.

Putting aside the initial stage of being a student, the biggest difference between an actor and a leading actor lies not in their ability but in their personal charm!

During the period of the Republic of China, there was a storyteller in Tianjin whose nickname was "Yang Xihua".

The amazing thing about this person is that he never tells serious stories, and he always holds a newspaper of the day in his hand when he goes to work every day.

He would sit on the stage, spread out a newspaper, and start reading and talking, commenting on current events. The audience applauded, and he became very popular for a while.

This is the corner!
Everyone comes to see him as a person, what he says is not important.

What I like is this personal charm.

Several professionals took a look backstage and saw that even the opening poem was recited with such vigor and power, and the voice was like a loud bell.

As soon as he sat there, the women in the audience all had starry eyes and his personal charm was at its peak.

This already exceeds 9% of the actors!

Dapeng, who was standing next to the radio equipment, was also quite surprised.

Putting aside his appearance, this person is truly full of energy and confidence.

"The character he plays is Murong Fu, right?"

"The poem I chose to set the scene just fits the character perfectly."

"Holding a sword, well-read, but without a country to serve, isn't this Murong Fu's life?"

Dapeng nodded: "Interesting."

Zhang Yuan on the stage opened his folding fan and gently waved it, causing the ends of his hair to flutter. This was the beginning of a book...

(End of this chapter)