Chapter 363 If you want to play, play big
"Hanxiang, what do you think?"

Zhang Cuiying brought Li Hanxiang a glass of milk, ripped out the cigarette from his mouth, and put the milk to his mouth: "Smoke less and drink a glass of milk. It will help you sleep."

"Are the children asleep?"

"Well, you went to bed early. Don't you see what time it is?" Zhang Cuiying pushed open the window of the study to get some fresh air. "If someone didn't know, they would think our house was on fire."

Since Li Hanxiang and his wife returned home, Li Hanxiang has been smoking one cigarette after another in the study, making the study full of smoke.

"I don't understand you, Hanxiang. Mr. Wang, you can set any conditions you want. Why are you still hesitating?"

“Cuiying, you have to know that it was the second boss who signed the director contract with me. The second boss always supported me before coming to Hong Kong. Otherwise, I, Li Hanxiang, would not be where I am today.” Li Hanxiang put down the milk with a wry smile.

"Your previous contract with Shaw Brothers was for 5 years, and you had priority to renew for 3 years. The 5 years have long passed, and you can leave now to be fair to the second boss." Zhang Cuiying did not stop Li Hanxiang from smoking. She sat opposite him and persuaded him, "Hanxiang, you are the sixth boss now, not the second boss anymore. If the sixth boss really valued you, he would not demote you. Before, you were paid 8000 yuan per movie, 5 movies a year, and now you are paid 12000 yuan per movie, movies a year."

"That's more than 300 yuan less per month. That's not a small amount."

She paused and sighed: "The reason why I persuaded you to leave Shaw Brothers and help Mr. Wang run the film company is that I already knew that Shaw Brothers paid Mr. Yue and Director Tao Qin 2 yuan for each film."

"What?" Li Hanxiang raised his head and asked incredulously, "Cuiying, how did you know?"

"Shangguan Qinghua said this when Sister Hongwei was playing mahjong with the others. You also know that Boss Liu likes Shangguan Qinghua very much now and takes her with him wherever he goes."

"Alas," Li Hanxiang said with a wry smile as he put out his cigarette. "Well, I'll discuss this with Zhu Mu, Jiang Nan, Er Guang, and Jin Quan."

"Well, go to bed early."

A week later, Li Hanxiang brought Erguang, Hu Jinquan and Wang Deming to the 9th floor of the Gloucester Building and knocked on Wang Deming's office door after making an appointment.

"Director Li, Producer Erguang, Director Hu, please sit anywhere. What would you like to drink?"

Wang Deming came out from behind the boss chair to greet him with a smile on his face.

It was the first time for Li Hanxiang and others to come to Wang Deming's office. They were amazed by the sight. The office was 4 to 500 square feet and faced Victoria Harbour, offering an unobstructed view.

The office is simple yet elegant. The small-leaf red sandalwood desk, which is more than 2 meters long and more than 1 meter wide, has two telephones and a pile of documents on it, and a bust of the teacher behind it.
The two rows of huanghuali bookshelves and antique shelves are filled with various old books and porcelains, which are obviously antiques at first glance.

In the middle are two large lotus leaf fish tanks with a radius of about 1 meter, with three-color lotus leaves and five babies playing in the water. Goldfish can be seen swimming leisurely in them.

Next to the French window is a leather mahogany sofa and coffee table.
The Persian carpet under my feet is deep in one step and shallow in the other, as if I were in the clouds.
The office of the sixth boss, Mr. Yifu, is far less magnificent than this one. If these old books and antiques are real, they would be worth a lot of money.

Suddenly, the aura of the three people was unconsciously weakened. They didn't move at all and shouted politely: "Mr. Wang."

Although they had been to Mr. Wang's manor, Mr. Wang and his three wives were not arrogant and were always polite to them, calling them Director Li, Sister Cuiying, and Sister Hongwei. They did not feel that much pressure, but when they came to the office today, Mr. Wang still had a smiling face, but his aura was so strong that they felt unnaturally restrained.

"What? Is the office not as good as home?" Seeing that they were a little reserved, Wang Deming joked with them, "Come, sit down!" He called a secretary to grind coffee for them.

"Mr. Wang, why is your secretary a man?" Li Hanxiang, who had just sat down, wanted to slap himself in the face. How could he lose control of his mouth as soon as he relaxed?

"Haha! Who said that secretaries must be female? Director Li, you are discriminating against us gay men."

"Haha."

Li Hanxiang's sudden sip of coffee broke the dull atmosphere, causing several people to laugh. When the secretary brought the coffee, Wang Deming motioned for them to taste it first, "This year's new beans from Jamaica, try it."

Li Hanxiang nodded seriously, "Yeah, it's much more delicious than what we usually drink."

"I hope you guys can take some home and enjoy them slowly later. Director Li, you brought Producer Erguang and Director Hu with you this time. Have you made up your mind?"

"Why did Mr. Wang say that?"

"It's simple. If you want to reject me, you would just come alone. Since you brought Producer Erguang and Director Hu with you, it means you want to convince me to agree to your terms." Wang Deming stretched out his hand, "Take it out, let me take a look."

"Mr. Wang, you have a keen eye!" Li Hanxiang flattered him, took out a notebook from his briefcase, opened a page and handed it to Wang Deming, saying, "Mr. Wang, if we really want to start a film company instead of a shell company, we must have studios, at least two."

He held up two fingers. "Two 120-foot by 60-foot studios."

He put away a finger and said, "Build a large-scale ancient costume street."

"How big is a large scale?" Wang Deming was flipping through the requirements and reasons written by Li Hanxiang. When he heard this condition, he suddenly remembered the Hengdian Film and Television City. Film and Television City can be large or small. If it is too big, it will cost a lot of money to build palaces of various dynasties. It may cost tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars.

"How many acres do you need? The Qin Emperor, Han Emperor, Tang, Song, Ming and Qing dynasties, this range is too big?"

"Mu?" Li Hanxiang was shocked. It really deserves to be called a big water pipe. I just wanted to make it about 100 meters, a few meters wide, and half an acre at most. How many acres did they ask? And they even mentioned several famous dynasties. Is this a street? Are they going to build a city?
Li Hanxiang's face flushed, he rubbed his hands excitedly, swallowed his saliva, his eyes sparkled, "Mr. Wang wants to build an antique film and television city?"

"Isn't this too big? How many movies do we need to make to recoup the cost?"

“If you want to have fun, have it big!” Wang Deming thought, it’s not impossible. Hong Kong is a place where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. Buying land now will definitely make a lot of money. It would be too boring to just build a parking lot. It would be good to build a film and television city, shoot movies when using it, and buy and sell tickets at other times.

I remember there was a Songcheng in Hong Kong in the past, which was built by the famous Far East Group boss Qiu Degen. It seemed to have been built in the 70s and cost 1500 million Hong Kong dollars.
Oh, I remember this guy made his fortune by opening a chain of cinemas. Of course, it was mainly the land of the cinemas, but he was in a remote countryside. Later he opened Far East Bank and real estate.
I originally thought that a film company was just a small business where I could just throw in a few million Hong Kong dollars a year for fun, but I didn’t expect it to be so promising!
Wang Deming became excited. "Come on, Director Li, let's discuss which dynasty to build first?"

(End of this chapter)