"Ouch...... It hurts, it hurts! ”

At noon the next day, Fang Yan woke up from the bed and felt a headache, as if he had a needle prick.

As soon as they were happy last night, Fang Yan and Xu Wei drank for half a night, and it was not until the old man Jingmeng came forward to drive people away that they were reluctant to separate.

Thinking back to last night's situation, Fang Yan shook his head with a wry smile, feeling that he had forgotten a lot of things.

"Thank goodness you're finally awake!"

Fang Yao didn't knock on the door, and walked into the room with a big grin.

"Sister, what time is it?"

"It's 12 o'clock now, and you've slept for half a day!"

Fang Yao patted Fang Yan's head angrily and said, "You were as drunk as a dead pig last night, and I finally carried you upstairs by myself."

After being beaten, Fang Yan touched his head and complained: "Don't hit me on the head, I'm having a headache now!"

"You kid just don't pay!"

Fang Yao clasped his hands in front of his chest and asked with sharp eyes, "Do you have something to hide from me?"

Fang Yan blinked in confusion: "What did I hide from you?"

"You're still pretending, aren't you?"

Fang Yao sneered and pinched the flesh on Fang Yan's arm and asked, "How did you know Xu Wei?" And when will you be able to write songs? ”

"Haha...... Well...... this."

Fang Yan smiled and touched his neck, and said everything about his music.

"What? You're not lying to me, are you? ”

What Fang Yan said, the amount of information was too much, and Fang Yao couldn't accept it after hearing it.

"Sister, I'll make up a story to lie to you."

Fang Yan stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll show you my music company."

…………

Fulcrum music, this is the name of Fang Yan Company, taken from Archimedes' famous quote - give me a fulcrum, I can pry the earth.

Fang Yan hopes that his music company can become a new force that should not be underestimated, leveraging the entire Chinese music industry.

As the starting point of a legendary company, Fulcrum Music's current corporate address is located in an office building in Chaoyang District.

Fang Yan rented a small area on the sixth floor, with an area of about 200 square meters and a total of 5 office rooms.

Because the company has just started to prepare, there is nothing at the moment, and it looks empty.

"You really started a music company?!"

Fang Yao looked at the signboard of the Fulcrum Music Company in front of him, and had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it.

Since yesterday, she has encountered too many surprising things, and now she is a little numb.

"Sister, you follow me!"

Fang Yan stood by the window, looking at the scene of people coming and going below, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.

"You stinky boy, you persuaded me to come to the imperial capital before, it turned out that you were trying to trick me into working for you!"

"It's all a family, how can you use the word deception?"

Fang Yan said with a hippie smile: "Anyway, you don't have a job now, why don't you help my younger brother."

"But I don't know music!"

"It's okay, you just take care of my finances." Fang Yan explained: "I will recruit some people in the music industry in the future, and I will leave the professional work to them when the time comes."

"Hmmm......"

Fang Yao thought carefully for a long time, and finally nodded and agreed.

"For the sake of you being my own brother, I'll stay and help you."

"Lady, you're so interesting." Fang Yan gave a thumbs up and said, "Then I'm welcome, there is an important job entrusted to you next."

"Important work?!" Fang Yao swallowed his saliva and asked a little nervously, "What do you want me to do?"

"I'm going to open another film and television media company, you can help me run the procedures!"

"What do you say?!!"

…………

In late May, at the gate of the Imperial Capital Film Factory.

"Recruit a group performer, twenty a day, come over if you're interested!"

"I'm me, I'm me, big brother, I'm signing up!"

"I'm strong and can endure hardships, choose me!"

"Do you want a female group performance?"

A large number of actors gathered at the door, and the noisy appearance looked very lively.

For many Beipiao people, the Imperial Capital Film Factory is a place to chase their dreams, there are crews recruiting actors every day, and everyone is dreaming of stardom, hoping to soar one day.

These people standing at the door are basically the bottom of the actors, or newcomers who have just started drifting north.

In fact, the vast majority of group performance work has been contracted by professional group leaders, and after they receive the work of the group, they will be assigned to others to earn the difference.

is like this kind of shouting at the door of the film studio, most of them are dead corpses and small soldiers, making little money and working hard, and the old fritters will not be rare.

Fang Yan was wearing a neat suit, looking out of place at the door of the film studio.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't come today to find a group performer, but to meet the deputy director of the Imperial Capital Film Factory, Liu Jiaqiang.

This Liu Jiaqiang is not an outsider, it is Liu Shixian's father.

"Who are you looking for, young man?" The old janitor asked.

"I'm looking for Liu Jiaqiang, deputy director of Liu, and I've made an appointment in advance, my name is Fang Yan."

"Okay, I'll call and ask, you wait a minute."

Fang Yan looked at the North Drifters around him boredly, and suddenly remembered Wang Baoxuan.

Since the separation on the Spring Festival train, Fang Yan has never seen Wang Baoxian again, and he has never received a call from him.

Speaking of which, Fang Yan has a good impression of Wang Baoxian, but unfortunately Wang Baoxian has no phone or PP machine, and he can't get in touch with him if he wants to.

"Young man, you can go in, Deputy Director Liu is waiting for you in the office on the third floor."

Fang Yan thanked the doorman and walked towards the office building of the film studio.

…………

"Whew-"

"Please come in!"

Fang Yan opened the door, and in the clean and tidy office, a middle-aged man with a rich face was sitting at the desk looking through things.

At the first glance of this middle-aged man, Fang Yan was 100% sure that he was Liu Jiaqiang.

Good guy, this family looks too similar, Liu Jiaqiang is simply what Liu Shixian will look like twenty years later.

"You're Fang Yan!"

Liu Jiaqiang walked over and patted Fang Yan's shoulder cordially, and said humorously: "My family Shixian has mentioned you many times before, you are more handsome than I imagined."

"Uncle, you've won the prize!" Fang Yan smiled shyly and said, "I'm really embarrassed this time, and I want to trouble you to help."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Liu Jiaqiang took Fang Yan to the sofa and sat down, and then made a pot of hot tea.

"I've already read your movie script, it's a rare good book, it's a pity if you can't make a movie."

"In public and private, I think your film is worth our factory's investment, so you can rest assured."

"Thank you, uncle!" Fang Yan was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly thanked him.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me just yet."

Liu Jiaqiang said with a wry smile: "I can just list your film as an investment alternative, and whether it can actually be approved depends on the decision at the meeting later."

"I would venture to ask, do I have a good chance of my film passing?"

"It's hard to be honest." Liu Jiaqiang began to explain: "In recent years, the efficiency of our film studio has not been very good, and this year's investment funds have almost run out, and now only the last investment place is left."

Fang Yan's heart sank: "So, everyone is grabbing this last spot, right?"

"That's right, in addition to you, there are many excellent film projects that want to attract investment."

Liu Jiaqiang sighed and said: "Your biggest competitor is a director named Wang Quanan, and his film project "Lunar Eclipse" is also very optimistic."