Executive Ji came to the finance department, staring at Jiang Hua.
He didn't believe this kid Jiang Hua had 1 million yuan. With his family's financial situation, they couldn't even come up with 50,000 yuan.
So what if the boss had spoken? They would handle things professionally. He hadn't done anything wrong and might even be praised by the boss.
After waiting for a while, Jiang Hua finally walked over.
Executive Ji mocked, "Jiang Hua, don't think you can avoid paying just because you're going to sing opera."
Jiang Hua smiled faintly and took out a bank card. The money had already arrived. Wei Yuan was really reliable.
"Swipe the card."
The finance girl swiped the money, and then Jiang Hua spread his hands, the corner of his mouth raised.
"Executive Ji, the money is in the account. Give me my contract."
It was this scoundrel-like handsome appearance that made the finance girl's eyes sparkle.
"Humph, the 1 million must be a loan. Singing opera, you won't be able to pay it back in your lifetime. Now that you've offended our Huayi, don't even think about returning to the entertainment industry."
After saying that, Executive Ji left. This might be his last act of stubbornness.
Only children threatened people like this.
A real man never engaged in empty talk, only using actions to fight back.
He asked the finance girl, "By the way, isn't the company preparing to promote a new artist recently?"
The finance girl was stunned for a moment, her face red as she said, "That's right. They're going to promote someone named Wang Kai. He's preparing to release a new album and shoot a movie."
It was settled then. A real man should directly confront things head-on.
Releasing an album was nothing. He had the entire Lanxing behind him. He wasn't fighting alone.
After a while, the manager walked over with the contract.
Jiang Hua took the contract and carefully examined it to ensure it was the original. He carefully placed it in his bag. He wouldn't tear it up and throw it on the ground.
If the other party played tricks and pieced it back together, where would he go to argue?
That would just be fighting for momentary satisfaction, the behavior of a brute.
Seeing him being so cautious, the manager muttered to himself. This kid had changed. He used to be very impulsive.
It seemed that three years of being banned had changed him. But so what? Even if a salted fish turned over, it was still a salted fish.
The manager smiled slightly. "Jiang Hua, I wish you a bright future in the opera world."
Haha, the thought of Jiang Hua going to sing opera was laughable.
Did a performance even pay 300 yuan?
This kid was so handsome for nothing. He could easily make money just by accompanying Manager Li and the others.
Even a little bit leaking from between their fingers would be enough for half a lifetime of your efforts.
They would never understand that what people needed was not just money, but also understanding, respect, and a sense of being needed.
With a group of like-minded comrades and a few good friends, making money was just a side benefit.
But this grudge had been established. Just wait. He would soon kill his way back, carrying all his anger.
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Su Mengxue watched Jiang Hua's back from afar. He didn't even say goodbye to her.
Humph, this guy was going to sing opera. She was too good to even know him.
Useless thing. She had thought he would have a day to turn things around, but she never expected him to go sing opera.
Wasting two years of her youth. Didn't the higher-ups say they would torment him for three years and then reinstate him?
There was never a word of truth in the entertainment industry.
Jiang Hua stood quietly behind Director Cai, who gave him an inquiring look.
He hurriedly nodded.
Director Cai breathed a sigh of relief.
1 million yuan. If the troupe really had to come up with it, they would be skinned alive.
But this could be considered a debt owed to Little Jiang. In the future, they could compensate him.
Right, he had asked before if he could take on part-time jobs. He must have thought of this outcome.
Little Jiang was really good. Just as he said, his emotions were stable.
Ordinary people encountering a ban like this wouldn't be as calm as him.
This kid probably didn't have a girlfriend. With so many pretty girls in the troupe, she would take it upon herself to assign him one.
Thinking of this, Director Cai couldn't help but laugh.
Jiang Hua didn't say anything and quietly followed the crowd, touring Huayi's luxurious office building.
Recording studios, practice rooms, high-tech conference rooms, a 3D movie theater.
Everything showed Huayi's strength.
But the art troupe members present weren't envious at all. So what if they only had a three-story building?
That was the career they were fighting for.
"Alright, Boss Wang, let's end the tour here. In the future, we should have more exchanges."
The tour was about done, and today's purpose had been achieved.
Old Jin was advanced in age and was tired from walking so much.
Jiang Hua hurried over to support Old Jin. The elderly lady was very happy and said to the recording studio, "If our Xiaobaihua had a recording studio like this, we could definitely record some great Yue opera and put it on that internet thing. Many people would definitely like it."
Boss Wang laughed. "Of course. As long as our recording studio has free time, you can all come to record."
It was a small favor, and besides, the recording studio wouldn't be worn out from use.
The elderly lady shook her head with a smile. "Forget it, forget it. This recording studio looks very expensive. Let's not trouble you. Thank you for hosting us today, Boss Wang. We'll get going now. You're welcome to come visit the Xiaobaihua Art Troupe in the future to hang out."
After saying that, the elderly lady turned and left without any reluctance.
These things ultimately didn't belong to them.
Director Cai asked in a low voice, "Jiang Hua, how much does this recording studio cost?"
"Probably several tens of millions. The equipment inside is all imported."
This startled Director Cai. She thought a few million would be enough to set one up. The entertainment industry was really rich.
Thinking of this, she felt a bit desolate.
Jiang Hua leaned close to her ear and said, "It's okay. We'll have one eventually."
Old Jin smiled and replied, "Yes, yes, Little Jiang is right. We'll have a recording studio. Back in the day, we trained outdoors. Today, we have a spacious practice room and a spacious performance hall."
"Laughing heartily as we leave, how could we be ordinary people?"
Everyone got on the bus happily. It would be a lie to say they weren't envious.
But everyone was holding their breath.
With such good equipment, they actually let the Korean wave run rampant. What a waste.
The atmosphere in the car was a bit silent. Old Jin smiled and said, "Comrade Jiang Hua, sing that new Yue opera piece you recently compiled for everyone to hear. I really enjoy listening to it."
"Alright, I'll give it a humble try then."
Jiang Hua coughed and cleared his throat.
He started acting out the shyness of Jin Xiang Yu.
"Late at night when people are asleep, the moon's shadow is sparse. You disturb my dream in the deep boudoir. For what reason..."
"Could it be that even a righteous gentleman can be romantic?"
That coy gaze, how charming. His mannerisms were just right.
When a man acted coy, women really had nothing on him.
"Hahaha, well sung, well sung."
Old Jin clapped along while humming a few lines.
This young man had talent and good vocal conditions. But to take the stage, he still needed to sing, recite, act, and perform combat scenes.
Most importantly, he could write plays. The 1 million wasn't wasted.
It was a pity the troupe had no money. They had short-changed Little Jiang.
After one piece, everyone applauded. Old Jin wasn't satisfied yet.
"One more piece. I haven't had enough."
The elderly lady had good taste.
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