bdsm-fiction Chapter 57 Clash with Yang Mi! Sign a contract with an ancestor!
Chapter 57 Clash with Yang Mi! Sign a contract with an ancestor!
The film crew wrapped up work around 5 p.m.
Han Xian and Dilireba arrived at a restaurant near the hotel—a Northeastern Chinese restaurant—where Yang Mi had already arrived.
She had changed her black suit jacket undershirt into a fitted white shirt, which made her look less businesslike and more alluring. The white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing her fair neck, making her look like a lazy, mature woman.
The private room already carried Yang Mi's distinctive scent of fiery roses, permeating the entire space as if it were her territory!
There were eight dishes on the table: six hot and two cold, including both meat and vegetables, but no alcohol.
"You're here! Please have a seat!"
Yang Mi stood up and pulled Dilireba to sit next to her, while giving Han Xian a charming smile.
Han Xian greeted her politely and naturally sat on the other side of Dilireba, closest to the door.
This action made Yang Mi squint her eyes and glance thoughtfully at Dilireba, who seemed completely unaffected beside her.
A few seconds later, Yang Mi came to her senses and smiled slightly at Han Xian, "It's fate that we met, shall we have a drink together, brother and sister?"
Han Xian smiled and said, "Sister Mi, I'm not a good drinker. I'm afraid I'll hurt you and Dilraba if I get drunk."
"How about... some Northeastern frozen pear wine? It's 3% ABV, one liter per bottle, one bottle each, shouldn't we get drunk?"
"Okay! I'll go order."
Han Xian got up and ordered three bottles of room-temperature frozen pear wine from Northeast China. He thanked the waiter who delivered the wine and opened them himself.
Since we're discussing business, it's best not to drink. If we do drink, we should aim to avoid getting drunk.
In this respect, he began to have a better impression of Yang Mi, who didn't urge him to drink.
The pale golden liquid was poured into a glass, releasing a unique, slightly sweet aroma reminiscent of frozen pears from Northeast China.
Yang Mi raised her glass, "Everyone who meets us in life is destined to be together. Cheers to the destiny that brought us siblings together!"
"Cheers!"
Dilraba joined in the fun by raising her glass, clearly because she was craving something sweet.
The three-degree Northeast frozen pear wine is not as strong as RIO, so Han Xian is not worried about Dilireba getting drunk.
After finishing his drink, he started eating and drinking as if he had come to the banquet just to eat this meal.
Watching Han Xian eat and drink heartily, Yang Mi suddenly felt a surge of appetite. Instead of talking during the meal, she ate an extra half bowl of rice.
She kept observing Han Xian while she ate.
She eats very quickly, but her table manners are not bad, indicating good upbringing.
But he didn't say a word while eating, which showed his good manners.
When Dilraba or her wants to pick up a dish, he will help turn the table and hold the turntable, showing his meticulous and considerate observation.
He doesn't cheat or try to get away with drinking; he's honest and straightforward.
Do not drink on your own initiative or encourage others to drink; be cautious, self-disciplined, and know how to maintain appropriate boundaries.
In just one meal, Yang Mi became even more determined to sign Han Xian.
He's handsome, a good actor, well-mannered, and has impeccable character. If she accidentally lets this kind of handsome guy go, she'll never be able to undo her mistake!
After Han Xian put down his chopsticks and drank the Northeast frozen pear wine, Yang Mi took the opportunity to bring up her business.
"Han Xian, you should have guessed why your sister invited you to dinner. Let's be frank. With your incredibly handsome looks, if you sign with my company, I can offer you the highest-paying rookie management contract and give you more autonomy!"
Han Xian put down his wine glass and raised an eyebrow. "For example?"
Yang Mi said, "It's an A-level economic contract, a full-term contract, for ten years. Every three years, the contract level will be adjusted according to your market value. You can discuss film and television roles and product endorsements with the company. You can also take on some activities on your own, just communicate with the company about the schedule."
"..."
Dilireba, who was standing to the side, was stunned and kept kicking Han Xian's feet to signal him to sign the contract.
This kind of contract is great for newcomers. She's only on a B-level contract now, and she'll probably have to work hard for another two or three years to gain more fame before she'll be eligible to sign an A-level contract.
Han Xian kicked Dilireba's foot to signal her to calm down, then turned to Yang Mi and said seriously.
"Sister Yang Mi, my requirements are very simple: an SS-level contract, signed one year at a time. Jiaxing can recommend film and television roles, endorsement products, and other activities, but I must make the decisions myself."
"..."
The room fell silent.
Yang Mi stared blankly at Han Xian, who was making outrageous demands, her faint smile turning into a forced one.
Dilraba, standing to the side, was completely stunned, her pearly teeth slightly parted, as if half an egg could fit inside.
Yang Mi wanted to sign Han Xian because she hoped he would become an artist under Jaywalk Studio and then use his handsome face to make money for Jaywalk and win the betting agreement with Shangshi.
Dilraba wanted Han Xian to sign with Jaywalk Studio because she wanted to work with him in the same company so that they could act in Jaywalk's productions together.
But now... is this an artist management contract?
This is practically signing a deity into the company's hands!
cough cough...
Yang Mi coughed twice, suppressing the urge to swear, and stared at Han Xian expressionlessly.
"Little brother, do you know what it means for a newcomer to sign an SS management contract?"
"Dilraba signed a C-level contract back then, but it was only changed to a B-level contract this year!"
"Even my sister only signed an S-level contract with Jaywalk Studio! She can only dream of an SS-level contract!"
"Forget about SS-level newcomers, there isn't a single newcomer who has signed an S-level agency contract! The number of artists with SS-level contracts in the entire entertainment industry is extremely limited, unless they start their own company and spend money to promote themselves, but that's all just a facade!"
Dilireba kicked Han Xian's foot and muttered, "Your SS-level management contract is too outrageous. Can you lower the requirements by just a little bit?"
Yang Mi glared at Dilraba, "Lower your expectations a little? Shouldn't you rethink your words before you speak?"
How about lowering the requirements of the SS-level contract to become an S-level contract, which is the same level as hers?
Didn't that still result in the company signing a little devil?
"..." Dilireba shut up.
Han Xian said nonchalantly, "I know my request is outrageous, but I think I can help Jiaxing complete its performance-based agreement with Shangshi ahead of schedule, allowing Jiaxing to enter the capital market sooner."
He didn't want to be pretentious and inflate his own status, but he also didn't want to belittle himself.
As the male protagonist of this entertainment harem novel, his career is bound to develop by leaps and bounds.
Even if he doesn't become a top star in one year, win a Best Actor award in three years, or an Oscar in five years, he'll at least be close to it.
If it takes him eight or ten years to become a top star in China and get an S-level agency contract, all the handsome readers who read this novel will probably have left long ago, and the author won't make any money!
Yang Mi frowned. "I don't know where you get your confidence from, but to be honest with you, although you are handsome, a good actor, and good in other aspects, companies are all about economic benefits! If you go to any company, the highest economic contract you can get is A-level, unless some rich woman takes a liking to you and throws money at you to promote you, then she will give you an S-level contract."
Han Xian shrugged. "Then I'll change my terms. I'll take an S-level contract and have the boss of Jiaxing become my agent."
Yang Mi gave a half-smile, "You want my sister to be your manager? Are you sure?"
Han Xian slightly raised the corners of his mouth. "Sister Mi, are you sure you are... the boss of Jiaxing Media? Do you hold the most shares? Do you have actual control of the company? Can you make all the decisions for the company? If external capital is introduced, will your shareholding remain unchanged? Are your artistic pursuits aligned with the company's commercial goals?"
"..."
Yang Mi's smile gradually faded, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
Every word Han Xian uttered was like an invisible knife, stabbing her heart with each one.
She doesn't hold the most shares; in fact, she has the fewest shares among all individual shareholders.
She doesn't actually control the company; it's controlled by her agents.
She couldn't make the company's decisions on her own; she could only discuss them with her agents.
If external capital is introduced, her shareholding will definitely be diluted and reduced.
Her artistic pursuits and the company's commercial goals are not only inconsistent, but also contradictory!
If the company arranges for her to bring a large gift package from Jiaxing Media to the set, she cannot make that decision on her own.
After a while, Yang Mi took a deep breath and regained her composure.
She smiled faintly at Dilraba, her voice hoarse, "Dilraba, you have filming tomorrow, go back and rest!"
"Ah? Oh! Okay, Sister Mi."
Seeing that Yang Mi wanted to discuss something important with Han Xian, Dilraba came to her senses and obediently got up.
Just before leaving, Dilraba winked at Han Xian, signaling him not to say anything that might offend Sister Mi, or the consequences would be severe.
Han Xian smiled faintly, got up and saw Dilireba out, telling her, "Don't worry, I'll be fine." After watching her wave goodbye and leave, he returned to his private room and closed the door behind him.