"well!"

Yang Siwei sighed with her forehead.

To be fair, Yuan Hua is not a modest master, and he doesn't listen much to his agent.

Other third-tier artists in the company can shoot three or four movies a year, and five or six movies with more performance, so they can make more money.

As for Yuan Hua, two movies a year, and last year, the company didn’t make a penny of the bullets.

If he hadn't had some talent in the field of singing and had much more commercial performances than other actors, he would have been dealt with by the company long ago because of his attitude of only filming two movies a year.

Don't want this, and don't act it. Do you think the company is run by your family?

Yang Siwei was named by Sister Hua every now and then in the company. I don’t know how much blame or scolding Yuan Hua.

"What are you sighing during the New Year? Give me some fun."

"Don't bother me, I'm in a bad mood."

Yuan Hua took out a few stacks of money from the backpack he carried with him and put it on the table: "Do you feel good about the year-end bonus of the publicity director?"

Yesterday he specially withdrew 60,000 yuan in cash, today he gave Zhao Liying 10,000 yuan, and now he gave 50,000 yuan to Yang Siwei.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Yang Siwei blocked the money anxiously and looked around, "There are so many people!"

"Does Xingtu want it? People think you are trapped in me when they see it!"

"Puff! Cough cough cough!"

Yuan Hua almost choked to death by coffee. Even if he was crazy and implicated by Jing Tian and Zhao Liying, he would not implicate Yang Siwei.

This girl is talented and can get fat if you drink water.

But the broker industry has a large social component, and drinking and staying up late is commonplace. Where can I get time to exercise?

As can be seen from the naked eye, Yang Siwei has to gain a few pounds every month, now at least 156. It seems that this trend is not over yet, and the road ahead is still far.

If you have a body but a shameless person, you will be polite, but this is useless. Yuan Hua lost his heart and became crazy and sneaked into her.

Haha, Yang Siwei covered the money with a file bag containing the script: "Just kidding."

Yuan Hua wiped his mouth away and said helplessly: "I'll collect the money if I'm afraid that people will see it. Don't say that you don't want such things. What you do is private work, and you don't have the obligation to help me for free. I don't like to owe favors."

"But you give me a salary." Yang Siwei was embarrassed.

Yuan Hua gives her much more money than the company. Sometimes she can't tell who she works for, which is why she is a little humble in front of Yuan Hua.

As for her service attitude towards artists, she didn't look much in the entertainment industry.

Agents are not just the link between artists and companies, but also the first person to talk about business, accept scripts, endorsements, and business cooperation. It can be said that agents can determine the life and death of artists.

Especially for large companies, artists do not dominate.

You only have the script if the agent gives you. If you don’t accept it yourself, you won’t be allowed to act.

Want to go against the company? Where is the contract? Do you believe it if you hide it in minutes?

I didn’t want Xuezang to terminate the contract. I didn’t have much money, but I also had a lot of money. In short, it hurts a lot.

You say you are rich and can afford to pay the penalty for liquidated damages. So, the company will let go of the wind and say a few bad things about you. How many directors dare to use you?

But Yang Siwei has never used these privileges on Yuan Hua. Not only is it useless, she also helps him take the blame from time to time and blocks the company's pressure.

The reason is that Yuan Hua gave a lot of money.

The two are more like an employee and a boss. She is an employee and Yuan Hua is the boss.

Yuan Hua sat upright and said solemnly: "The person sitting in front of me is my publicity director, not the agent of the Chrysanthemum. I will give my employees a bonus. What does it have to do with your Chrysanthemum Film and Television's agent?"

Yang Siwei smiled and said, "You are a lot of fallacies."

"That's right. How good is Xiaoxiao, don't suppress yourself." Yuan Hua said lightly: "It's not just you, but everyone around me has paid bonuses, and the assistant has also received 10,000 yuan. You are only 50,000 yuan, not much."

When Yang Siwei heard that her assistant could get ten thousand, she was not polite. She stuffed her bag with the money. Fortunately, her bag was big, and she put it down tens of thousands of yuan but was a little heavy, and her appearance had not changed.

This year we can have a fat New Year.

"Do you need me to find another assistant for you?" Yang Siwei blinked and asked.

"Look again? Why?" Yuan Hua was puzzled.

"Well, it's okay, anyway, if you need it."

He cursed himself about being sick, and Yuan Hua wanted to come with the car key: "You go back by yourself, I won't send it. Happy New Year."

In addition to explaining a few words about why the scripts are welcome, the main thing is to give out bonuses.

If you have money, you can make a ghost. After getting the money, he believed that Yang Siwei would help him withstand Sister Hua's firepower. Even if Sister Hua asked, he would make a guarantee that he could fool him. There was no big problem.

On New Year's Eve, Yuan Hua made a simple meal and soup. After dinner, he opened a can of beer and sat cross-legged on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

The Spring Festival Gala is different from ten years later.

Ten years later, there are a lot of celebrities on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, including handsome men and beautiful women, singing and dancing sketches, but it is unhappy to watch.

No one watched it either.

I don’t know how many people’s youth will never return.

The dance is not new, the sketches are preachyful and the singing is lip-syncing.

The only highlight may be that there are many celebrities, but if the audience comes to watch the Spring Festival Gala for the stars, will the New Year's Eve concerts at major TV stations be nice?

"Dear viewers, happy New Year everyone!"

"There are 365 sunrises a year, and I will give you 365 blessings!"

"I am Baiyun, I am Heizu..."

Yuan Hua was so happy about the sketch. At this time, Uncle Benshan was still the unique sketch king. I was a torchbearer and Song Dandan, which was very funny, and I kept laughing throughout the whole process.

If Yuan Hua remembers correctly, if there is another Spring Festival Gala, Uncle Benshan will completely bid farewell to the Spring Festival Gala stage. Now he will watch one less Spring Festival Gala.

Many loyal viewers of the Spring Festival Gala left with Uncle Benshan leaving.

It was twelve o'clock in the blink of an eye, and the host of the Spring Festival Gala announced that he would welcome the new year.

At the same time, countless fireworks soaring into the sky outside the window illuminate the entire night sky. From Yuan Hua's perspective, it is really the sky that is lit by thousands of families.

Standing on the floor-to-ceiling window wall, Yuan Hua recited Happy New Year and clinked glasses in front of the city.

"This year's small goal is to get into the second line!"

"cheers!"

Just after taking a few sips, the cell phone rang on the sofa and Jing Tian called.

"Hello, senior brother, happy new year."

Through the screen of the mobile phone, Yuan Hua could feel the joy over there. This was the first time someone had wished him a New Year.

"Happy New Year."

"What are you doing?" Jing Tian asked.

"Just finished watching the Spring Festival Gala."

"I thought you were still running a commercial performance at this time."

"I'm not a workaholic, what kind of work should I go to during the New Year?"

He has so many commercial performances to look for him. The more the New Year's Day, the more money it will be, but he has pushed them all. Perhaps it is because of the tradition in his bones. Yuan Hua feels that after a year of busyness, he always needs to rest during the New Year.

"The Spring Festival Gala of Benshan is so funny, my stomach hurts..."

On the other end of the phone, Jing Tian and Balabala said a lot. Yuan Hua happened to be bored alone and did not interrupt him. He just echoed from time to time.

Until after one o'clock, he heard the roar urging him to sleep.

"Senior brother, let's not talk about it anymore. My mother is here to kill her, good night."
Chapter completed!