Chapter 369 Unexpected

"How could I not know?"

Mike Feng slowly turned the big cigar and sucked it hard. After confirming that it was completely lit, he leaned back on the sofa lazily and said nonchalantly: "My accountant is also helping with the financial affairs of the mutual aid association."

"Isn't this just a waste of money and a thankless task?" Zhang Junguang was very puzzled. While the female secretary was coming over to make tea, he slapped the big peach, causing the female secretary to be very angry.
"Maybe Mr. Wang has other plans." Mike Feng narrowed his eyes, ignored Zhang Junguang's dirty hands, and said lightly.

"Haha, it's really unjust for such a rich man not to be killed! Brother, what do you think of my Miss Mary?"

"Pa pa" the big peach trembled violently.

"Boss Zhang," Mike Feng said calmly, "Are there any fools among rich people?"

"Especially someone as rich as Mr. Wang?"

"Hehe, do you believe it or not? If I falsify the financial due diligence of Liyuan, I will be kicked out by Mr. Wang the next day?" He looked straight ahead, picked up the teacup, sniffed it, and drank it all in one gulp. The corners of his mouth curled up: "Do you know how much money I can make from Mr. Wang in a year?"

"Brother, if you don't tell him and I don't tell him, how could he possibly know?" Zhang Junguang was still trying to persuade him.

"Boss Zhang, we have known each other for a long time. Guess why I don't dare?" Mike Feng simply revealed his feelings: "It's not that I haven't had other thoughts. But every time, whether it's the Gloucester Building, the five theaters..."

He closed his eyes and opened them suddenly, saying sinisterly: "Before I even made a move, Mr. Wang seemed to be able to see through my thoughts. Just a look or a word..."

"Boss Zhang, Mr. Wang is a respectable man. If you want to be disrespectful, haha, do you think that the Taiping Woolen Mill and Nanfeng Cotton Mill he just mentioned are just kindly helping you pave the way?"

"What?" Zhang Junguang's face changed.

"He only had to say one thing: Boss Zhang, you can forget about continuing to make a big business in the Hong Kong textile industry."

"He has such great energy?"

"That's right." Mike Feng narrowed his eyes. "As far as I know, when these companies were preparing to open factories, they originally wanted to borrow money from Hang Seng Bank. Later, they suddenly didn't know where the money came from, so they didn't use the money from Hang Seng Bank. For this matter, Mr. He from Hang Seng Bank also talked to them.

But these companies are very secretive. What is more frightening is that these companies have been expanding their factories year after year, and they have no shortage of machines and raw materials.
Including the Jiafeng Spinning Mill that Mr. Wang just mentioned. If it weren't for Mr. Bao's relationship, Mr. Zhang, do you think Mr. Wang has any persuasiveness in the textile industry? "

Zhang Junguang is also a man who has experienced many ups and downs, so he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine after listening to this.

The two words rich people fear most are "no money!"

Zhang Junguang laughed dryly and said, "Mr. Mike Feng, you are indeed the most professional accountant in Hong Kong!"

"Don't worry, I will fully cooperate with the financial due diligence."

"it is good!"

On the other side, Wang Deming brought Jiang Boying and Qiu Degen to the 74th floor of Wenxun Building, No. 14 Nathan Road.

Wenxun Building is the property of the Huo family. Before the establishment of Spring and Autumn Film Company, it was originally a shell company. But now that they want to really operate it, they greeted Mr. Huo and asked for a few offices on the 14th floor for transition.

There are only two or three staff members in Chunqiu Film and Television now, one at the front desk and one at the administration level, both of whom are newly recruited. If it weren’t for the driver Ali, they wouldn’t know Wang Deming.

"We'll use these offices for the transition period," Wang Deming said as he led them into the office. "I never really thought about making a movie before, and I didn't have the time. It's mainly because my wife was interested in Li Hanxiang's movies, so I wanted to have some fun."

"Please take a seat. The conditions are simple. Please excuse me for making fun of you. Ali, go upstairs and ask Mr. Huo's secretary to bring down a box of good tea."

Jiang Boying laughed and said, "Mr. Wang, you're too polite. Such a large office area must be 3,000 square feet, right? A film production company doesn't need such a large place. It mainly relies on the filming site and the studio." "Well, Li Hanxiang asked me for two studios and a costume street. I agreed to it, so I thought of buying Liyuan. Later, I will build a film and television city next to Liyuan, so that I can shoot movies and sell tickets!"

"Mr. Wang is very thoughtful." Jiang Boying, a veteran in the film industry, immediately showed his value: "If it is a studio, I remember that Huada's studio in Tsuen Wan is not doing well now. Apart from lending it to Great Wall and Phoenix for filming, it is no longer used by itself."

"If Mr. Wang is willing, I can help buy the studio in Tsuen Wan."

"Oh, sure!" Wang Deming was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Huada Studio? I remember there is also a Youqiao Studio over there?"

"Yes!"

"Isn't Cao Dahua the owner of Youqiao Studios? I heard he's in Macau gambling now. Ask him if he wants to sell the studio. Also, if there are any good employees in his film company, you can invite them to work."

"That would be great!"

Jiang Boying didn't expect Wang Deming to be so neat and tidy. He excitedly pulled down his tie, unbuttoned his collar, and his face flushed.

"Wait a minute, I'll call Li Hanxiang and Jerry to come over. Mr. Jiang loves the film industry so much, I can't let your passion cool down!" Wang Deming smiled and waved his hand, "If you can today, we can sign the contract."

"well!"

Wang Deming called back and saw Qiu Degen, who was a little restless. Just then, Ali came down with tea leaves and made tea for them personally. "Boss Qiu, although I didn't let you buy the Liyuan Amusement Park as you wished today."

“But it also avoids possible competition between us later.”

"I have also considered building an amusement park while building a film and television city, so that we can maximize the benefits."

Boss Qiu bowed and took the tea with both hands, "You are right."

"Mr. Jiang just said that you own 14 theaters?"

"The small theaters are all in the countryside of the New Territories and are not worth mentioning."

"Hey, Boss Qiu, you're too polite. Since Mr. Jiang said that we can benefit from cooperation, then we can cooperate more in the future. Of course, you can discuss the specific details of the cooperation with Mr. Jiang."

"Mr. Wang, you can just call me Old Jiang, or be more polite and call me Manager Jiang." Jiang Boying finally realized that ever since he agreed to work at Chunqiu Film, Wang Deming had always called him Old Jiang.

He was very pleased and said to Boss Qiu in a serious tone, "Boss Qiu, what Mr. Wang said is right. We have been dealing with each other before, and I also know that you never rent the latest copies of movies because of the cost."

"But, we are all family members when we cooperate with Chunqiu Film Production. Are you still worried about the price of the copy? Can we talk about the profit sharing?"

"You're right." The tension in Boss Qiu's heart loosened. As long as it was cheaper, everything could be negotiated!
"When I first opened Tianyi Company with Boss Shao in Shanghai." In order to continue to elevate his position in Wang Deming's heart, Jiang Boying began to talk at length about his previous experience at Tianyi Company.

Especially when talking about the current Boss Liu, "Haha, back then Boss Liu was just helping with odd jobs at Tianyi Company, and his main job was to be Hu Die's driver, picking her up and dropping her off."

“Oh, there is also this history!”

"Yes!"

"Mr. Jiang?" Li Hanxiang saw Jiang Boying as soon as he came in with Hongwei and Erguang.

(End of this chapter)