Chapter Seventy-Six: Pick-up
Tang Zhichu ironed the clothes and then folded them.
Holding his clothes, he pushed open the kitchen door from the living balcony, and happened to see Jiang Lan wearing an apron washing dishes.
Tang Zhichu was stunned, Jiang Lan was dressed in his own clothes, dark blue knee-length shorts, revealing half of his well-proportioned and plump white calves, a plaid shirt on his upper body, and a bulging chest.
"Awake?"
"Hmm."
"I'll wash it, and I'll give you the clothes." Tang Zhichu walked over.
Jiang Lan shook her head, the roots of her ears turned red unconsciously, and she said in a low voice: "It's okay, you can help me put the bedroom, I'll finish washing it soon." ”
Tang Zhichu nodded and passed by Jiang Lan.
When Tang Zhichu came out of the kitchen, Jiang Lan's tense body relaxed, and then he exhaled and muttered, "It's over, I don't want to go to the company." ”
Half an hour later, Tang Zhichu and Jiang Lan both changed their clothes and went out together.
In the underground garage, Tang Zhichu handed Jiang Lan's bag to her.
Jiang Lan took the bag, but she went directly to the co-pilot, and Tang Zhichu looked at her suspiciously.
Jiang Lan said a little playfully: "Aren't you going to pick up people at the airport, let's drive, but you have to send me to the company first." ”
When he went downstairs, Tang Zhichu told Jiang Lan what he was going to do.
Su Qingzhuo borrowed someone from Tang Zhichu and arrived today.
Tang Zhichu thought about it, the car Wang Jun wanted to buy was not in place yet, and it was really just needed.
Tang Zhichu didn't hesitate, and got into the car directly from the other side, and Jiang Lan had a smile on his face even more.
After Tang Zhichu got in the car, Jiang Lan advised: "Take good care of it, this is my car." ”
Tang Zhichu nodded and started the car.
After sending Jiang Lan to her company, Tang Zhichu looked at the time, half past nine, it was too late.
It was about eleven o'clock, the road was blocked for a while, and when I arrived at the airport, I just stepped on the point.
At the pick-up port, Tang Zhichu received someone borrowed from Su Qingzhuo, a slightly chubby little girl who looked about the same height as Zhou Yun.
Long-sleeved chiffon shirt, plain long skirt, not like a career type, and a little bit of the cuteness of a little girl.
After all, it was Su Qingzhuo's person, and Tang Zhichu did not despise it: "Hello, my surname is Tang ....."
"I know, Tang Zhichu, Sister Zhuo told me about you, my name is Luo Jia, you can call me Xiaojia, let's go, talk about things directly." After the little girl finished speaking, she turned around, and then turned back, because Tang Zhichu didn't follow.
Seeing the other party's puzzled eyes, Tang Zhichu followed.
In the car, Luo Jia sat in the back, and Tang Zhichu glanced at Luo Jia behind him through the rearview mirror, as if he was very professional.
"Why don't you go get something to eat first?" Tang Zhichu asked.
Luo Jia shook his head directly: "No, let's talk about things directly, I have read some information about Refractive Culture (Huang Zejun's company), which is relatively mature, but I suggest that you control it in the name of the company, at least nominally, it doesn't seem that you are at the helm of the company." ”
Tang Zhichu nodded, he understood what Luo Jia meant, he wanted to go to the entertainment industry to develop, and it was not a decent thing to be the boss of a small Internet celebrity company.
"I've thought about it, and I've prepared the materials, let's register an investment company first."
"Okay, that's it, you pass the information to me, and after the negotiation over there, you sign an agency agreement with me, and I'll help you get it."
Tang Zhichu was a little surprised, it's a little easy to use, the professional is different!
Huang Zejun's company is in the university town area of Yuzhou City, and at first Tang Zhichu wondered why he put the company here, after all, it is not the core area of Yuzhou.
However, after coming to the university town, Tang Zhichu understood that the streets were full of young handsome guys and beauties.
If it's an average influencer company, this place does have soil for growth.
Fold Light Culture is on the eighth floor of a commercial building and rents one floor.
In the morning, Tang Zhichu notified Huang Zejun, and when the car drove to the parking lot, Tang Zhichu saw Huang Zejun waiting here.
Tang Zhichu got out of the car and wanted to help Luo Jia open the door, but the people had already gotten out of the car by themselves.
Huang Zejun had a smile on his face, he seemed to be in a good mood, and he also smiled: "It's different, the assistants are all matched." ”
Tang Zhichu shook his head and said, "Don't talk nonsense, let me introduce you, this is called Luo Jia, and she is a person from the DY content department." ”
"Hello, my name is .... What? People from the DY Content Department? Huang Zejun's smile froze on his face.
He has too many dealings with DY, not to mention the content department, he has never met anyone in the operations department, at most through the phone.
Luo Jia had a polite smile on her face, then took out a business card from her bag and handed it to Huang Zejun: "Hello, I am Su Qingzhuo, the assistant to Su Qingzhuo, general manager of the DY Content Music Division, and my name is Luo Jia." ”
Huang Zejun felt that his brain was a little messy, he knew the DY management structure, DY Content Music Division, the best department in the DY Content Department at present, because DY's positioning is music short videos, and it is still in the expansion stage, which is a key department.
Su Qingzhuo has also heard that it is definitely the core management of DY, and this position is very important, anyway, Huang Zejun can't reach it, which also means that the energy behind it is greater.
But why did such a person bring her assistant over?
"Hello, I've heard of Mr. Su's name, my name is Huang Zejun, Zhichu... No, Mr. Tang didn't inform me in advance, sorry, rude. Huang Zejun hurriedly took over the business card from Luo Jia's hand.
Huang Zejun glanced at the business card a few times, not that he doubted Luo Jia's identity, but that he felt a little unreal.
Refractive culture is on Douyin, which can only be regarded as a medium-sized Internet celebrity company, and he usually can't touch this level, he looked at Tang Zhichu, as if asking, what kind of plane are you doing.
Tang Zhichu smiled, didn't speak, and was caught off guard.
Huang Zejun took the two upstairs and went straight to the conference room.
Luo Jia showed her professional quality, and did not help Tang Zhichu talk about cooperation first, but analyzed the current DY Internet celebrity company.
The current development of DY Internet celebrities has passed the stage of savage growth and entered a bottleneck, so the angle of incubation has to be tricky.
At present, everyone is gradually doing one thing, building a traffic pool.
For example, when a video comes out, people from a company all publish the same type of video, and use the traffic pool to wash each other's fans, the more powerful it is, the more powerful it is, and the general one can also rub some traffic, and there is linkage.
In short, it is a strategy, first macro analysis for Huang Zejun, messing up his position.
From Huang Zejun's point of view, people DY's own people will tell you this,, what kind of rhythm is this? Want to do big things?
He glanced at Tang Zhichu from time to time, this was the way he found there.
After chatting for a while, Luo Jia began to introduce the relationship between Tang Zhichu and DY.
"That's the case, I'm here today, on behalf of Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang is now an important pilot for our team to incubate and break the circle, this description Mr. Tang may not like it very much, sorry, my expression is more direct, so, we know that when Mr. Tang wants to be MCN, Mr. Su attaches great importance to it, so he let me come over."
Huang Zejun nodded.
The next thing is relatively smooth, Luo Jia doesn't have to speak, where to stop, Tang Zhichu directly began to talk about the conditions.