Chapter 328 What did you do to him? Tan Yonglin, who was standing by, also said, "Mr. Lin, Ah Le and I used to form a band. He is a really good singer and actor. He has no problem playing a supporting role." Under Chen Baixiang's expectant gaze, Lin Zehao looked normal, but shook his head slowly. In an instant, his heart fell into an abyss, and after a long fall, it was shattered. "The company has its own rules. I will never hire someone to do a job without paying them money." "If you want to develop in the company, no matter what your ability is, even for A-Lin's sake, I will give you a chance to try." "It just so happens that Wang Jing has a play recently. I will ask him to reserve a role for you. The salary will be based on the market price. If you are qualified, you can sign a 15-year contract." Lin Zehao still recognizes this golden supporting role. Especially after meeting his peerless partner, Stephen Chow, who is known for producing one best actor a year and one actor in a century, the sparks that emerged are definitely a classic of the generation. Since such talent was delivered to his doorstep, Lin Zehao had no chance to let it go. After hearing these words, Chen Baixiang felt that his heart, which had fallen to the bottom and was shattered, immediately reorganized at the speed of light and flew towards a paradise full of beautiful hope.
Now, he finally understood what it meant to be in heaven or hell in one thought. However, the person who decided his fate was Lin Zehao! "Thank you, Mr. Lin. I will never let you down." Chen Baixiang stood up and thanked Lin Zehao profusely. The excitement and gratitude on his face could not be hidden at all. For him, Lin Zehao is the benefactor who gave him a second life. If Lin Sheng had not extended a helping hand at this critical moment, he would have no idea what the future would be like. Chen Baixiang will always remember this kindness in his heart for the rest of his life! "Just do your job well." After saying this, Lin Zehao shook the cigar ash into the ashtray and asked casually, "By the way, I heard that you like to play football. What do you think of the Hong Kong Island football team?" You know, Hong Kong Island has always been eligible to participate in the World Cup as an independent entity. Even after 1997, it is still the same. You just need to add the prefix "China" before the two words "Hong Kong Island". This is the power granted to this city by the Basic Law of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region. Chen Baixiang knew very well that with Lin Sheng's current status, it was absolutely impossible for him to do anything without a purpose. After careful consideration, he said, "The Hong Kong Island Football Association was established in 1914, and joined FIFA and the Asian Football Confederation in 1954. It is one of the founding members of the Asian Football Confederation. It can be said that Hong Kong Island has always been at the forefront of Asia in terms of football." "In the qualifiers held in Singapore in 1977, the Dutch coach, Bao Qin, led the team to defeat Indonesia and Thailand 4-1 and 2-1 respectively, and also beat Singapore and Malaysia 2-2 and 1-1 respectively, and successfully advanced to the second round." When Chen Baixiang saw Lin Zehao's expressionless face, he immediately felt uneasy. He dared not talk about the statistics anymore and immediately changed his tone. He said, "Mr. Lin, I'll be honest. Although Hong Kong football is developing well now, its potential is actually limited." "After all, Hong Kong Island is such a small place with such a large population, there is not enough base to produce geniuses." "On the other hand, although the football culture in mainland China is just starting, it has a great chance to stand on top of the world and win the World Cup. After all, the population base is there, with nearly one billion people. It is easy to pick out a list of 23 players." Hearing this, Lin Zehao showed a meaningful smile and said slowly: "I disagree with you on this point." "Although geniuses are rare, as long as we carefully discover and cultivate them, there will always be a group of them. Just like those small countries in Europe, some of which have a smaller population than Hong Kong Island, aren't they still football powerhouses?" “But if the system is not rational, or if there are problems with the people who implement the system, then even if the population base is large and there are many geniuses, it will be of no use.” Although Chen Baixiang didn't understand the deeper meaning, he still nodded thoughtfully.
Tan Yonglin, A Mai, Luo Tianhong, and even Ruan Mei, who were standing by, seemed to have thought of something and nodded in unison. "Let's play soccer together when we have time to see how good your skills are." As he said that, Lin Zehao stretched out his right hand and touched the beard on his chin seemingly casually. As the personal bodyguard, A Mai understood immediately and walked slowly to Tan Yonglin and Chen Baixiang, making a gesture of invitation. "Mr. Lin, we'll leave first." After realizing that this was a farewell, Tan Yonglin and Chen Baixiang stood up, greeted Lin Zehao with great respect, and then turned and left. As soon as they went out, they met a fat man wearing black-framed glasses in the corridor, accompanied by a somewhat shy young man. After seeing who was coming, Tan Yonglin quickly greeted him and said, "Director Wang, what do you want to talk to Mr. Lin about?" Then he introduced Chen Baixiang: "This is Director Wang. The previous hit TV series "King of Gamblers" on ATV was his work." Since Chen Baixiang, my best friend, has already planned to enter the entertainment industry, it would never hurt to introduce him to some connections. Chen Baixiang naturally understood Tan Yonglin's intention, and quickly extended his hand and said, "Hello, Director Wang." Wang Jing was young and had just achieved some success, so he didn't put on airs. He extended his hand and shook it, saying, "Hello." Then, he added, "It's indeed a small matter. Did you just come out of Mr. Lin's office?" Tan Yonglin and Chen Baixiang nodded. Wang Jing glanced at the young man who was a little silent, and asked, "By the way, how is Mr. Lin feeling?" Tan Yonglin and Chen Baixiang looked at each other and said, "It's hard to tell whether he's happy or angry. You know Lin Sheng's personality. He never shows his emotions on his face. We, his subordinates, have no way of judging his mood from his expression." Wang Jing could only nod, say a few polite words, and then say goodbye and leave. When they were near the office, Wang Jing was still worried and couldn't help but remind him, "Ah Xing, when you see Lin Sheng later, you must be smart. Don't stand there like a piece of wood and say nothing like you did just now." "You have to know that although you have been admitted to the ATV actor training class, if you follow the routine, you are still a long way from making a name for yourself." "However, as long as you can gain Mr. Lin's recognition, you can be popular in the Hong Kong entertainment industry for as long as you want. Do you understand?" Hearing this, Zhou Xingchi nodded heavily, with a look of determination in his eyes. He wants to be a big star and doesn't want his mother and sisters to live a hard life anymore! Soon, Wang Jing pushed the door and walked in, followed closely by Zhou Xingchi. "Brother Hao." The moment he saw Lin Zehao, even Wang Jing, who was always smiling, put away the smug smile on his face and bowed with great respect. "Ajing is here, sit down." "he is?" Although Zhou Xingchi is only eighteen years old this year, Lin Zehao still recognized him at the first moment, and now he is just pretending not to know him. "Brother Hao, his name is Zhou Xingchi. He just got into the ATV actor training class. I think he has some talent, so I asked him to come over. You can just call him Xingzai." After Wang Jing introduced them, he said to Zhou Xingchi who was standing beside him, "Ah Xing, why don't you say hello to Brother Hao?"
Zhou Xingchi bowed nervously and said in a still childish voice: "Brother Hao, hello, I'm Xingzai." As a person who grew up in a poor family, Xingzai had never seen such a luxurious office, let alone met someone of such status as Lin Zehao. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Lin Zehao showed a nice smile on his face, nodded slightly, and said, "Don't be nervous, sit down." Unexpectedly, the butterfly effect caused Wang Jing and Zhou Xingchi to meet earlier than expected. It seems that the following developments will be much more interesting. Zhou Xingchi sat carefully on the leather sofa and felt that it was the most comfortable sofa in the world. It was much better than the sponge sofa at home that he had bought from a flea market and had no idea how many times it had been used. "Brother Hao, the box office of 'Eight Immortals Restaurant: Barbecued Pork Buns' is pretty good. With an investment of one million, it earned nearly ten million at the box office, and the production cycle was short. This proves that there is still a market for this type of film. I want to continue trying this type of film." "But Director Shi has passed my proposal..." Before Wang Jing could finish, Lin Zehao raised his hand to interrupt him, raised his beautiful eyebrows, and said: "Ajing, you have to know that investing in movies is actually no different from gambling. The reason why this curious movie became popular is entirely because of Wang Zhiheng's incident, and I am also using the media resources in my hands to continue to hype this matter..." "If you shoot another movie like this, without these prerequisites, the box office will definitely not be good." After hearing what Brother Hao said, Wang Jing's fat face turned blue and white, his expression was full of shame, and he almost wanted to find a hole to crawl into. It seems that he became a little cocky after achieving two successes in a row just after becoming a director. Fortunately, Brother Hao's blow made him wake up successfully and face the reality. Thinking of this, Wang Jing's admiration for Lin Zehao became even stronger. He didn't understand. Lin Zehao was obviously younger than him and had achieved far more than him, but he didn't show any pride at all. Instead, he was so approachable. Looking at himself, he became arrogant just after achieving such a small achievement. Compared with the two, one is as different as heaven and earth! "Brother Hao, thank you for your reminder. I won't make this mistake again..." Wang Jing let out a long sigh and spoke solemnly. Lin Zehao just smiled and said nothing. Instead, he glanced at Zhou Xingchi and said, "Tell me, what is the matter with you coming to see me this time?" "When you came to my office before, you never brought actors with you." Hearing this, Wang Jing quickly stood up and explained: "Brother Hao, things are not what you think, I..." Lin Zehao pulled out a Marlboro, put it in his mouth, lit it, and said with a deliberately stern face, "Why are you in such a hurry? If you have something to say, say it, otherwise get out of here immediately." Wang Jing was no longer panicked when he saw this scene. He smiled with a sly look on his face, stretched out his right hand, touched his head, and said, "Brother Hao is so good at predicting things. Nothing can be hidden from you..." "Actually, I can't hide it from you, Brother Hao. I want to get a formal contract for Ah Xing. I think he has a lot of talent in acting, but he still needs to hone his skills." "But, the actor training class doesn't pay, and his family's financial situation is not good. I don't want him to waste his time doing odd jobs or setting up stalls, so I would like to ask you to give him some leniency..." Zhou Xingchi, who was standing by, also stood up quickly, patted his thin chest, and said firmly: "Mr. Lin, I hope you can give me a chance. I will definitely make money for you, even if you let me sign a lifetime contract!" "I really want my family to live a good life..." Lin Zehao exhaled a puff of smoke and said word by word: "The country has its own laws, the family has its own rules, and the company naturally has its own rules." "There are many classmates in your training class who will become your colleagues in the future. How many of them come from poor families?"
"If I give you an artist contract in advance just because of this, how will the people under the company view me as a big boss?" "It is a taboo in the martial arts world to treat everyone unfairly." Wang Jing, who was about to offer some explanation, immediately shut his mouth when he felt Lin Zehao's powerful aura. He understood that once Brother Hao had made up his mind, no one could change it. And rules are what Brother Hao values most. Zhou Xingchi was only eighteen years old and had not yet learned to hide his emotions. The word "loss" was almost clearly written on his face. He felt that his life, which had just had a glimmer of hope, had fallen into darkness again. "However, since Jing said you have talent and you left a good impression on me, I can sponsor you privately." "Every month, I will deposit 3,000 Hong Kong dollars into your account until you get the artist contract." After a pause, Lin Zehao changed his tone to one that was obviously teasing, and said, "Of course, if you become a big star in the future, you have to return this money to me." When Zhou Xingchi heard the number of 3,000 Hong Kong dollars, his face was filled with disbelief, and even his body was shaking with excitement. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, but he acted as if he heard nothing. These days, 3,000 Hong Kong dollars a month is an astronomical figure for a family like Zhou Xingchi's! He wanted to say something thank you, but found that he couldn't say anything. Being a reserved person by nature, he was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes, but he could only utter the two words "thank you". "They always say that I have good taste, Xing, don't let me down." Lin Zehao exhaled a puff of smoke, and his voice became ethereal. He said, "You don't have to say anything, but I will see everything you do." Hearing this, Zhou Xingchi just knelt on the ground, holding back his tears, and prostrated himself before Lin Zehao. As a child who grew up with his mother and sister, he felt for the first time the care from Lin Zehao that he had never experienced before. This feeling of having an absolutely reliable boss is what Zhou Xingchi has always longed for. At this moment, the regrets of childhood were completely materialized and redemption was completed. Wang Jing took the thin Zhou Xingchi away. A Mai and Luo Tianhong, who were standing by, clearly felt that their boss was in a heavy mood. Among them, Luo Tianhong, who had spent the longest time with Lin Zehao, could not help but ask, "Brother Hao, if you feel sorry for Ah Xing, I will notify the management of Hutchison Entertainment and ask them to take better care of him." Lin Zehao shook his head, his eyes became extremely deep, and he slowly said: "Everyone has his own way to go. Doing too much will only backfire." As he spoke, he picked up the document in his hand, flipped through it a few times, looked at the limited edition Daytona on his wrist, and said, "The time is almost right, let's notify Xiaozhuang to do it." Luo Tianhong nodded, picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number. …… Wong Tai Sin, in an inconspicuous villa. Dai Tianli, one of the actual shareholders behind HSBC, just stepped into the house and found a man sitting on the sofa with a black pistol in his hand.
He instantly realized something was wrong and subconsciously turned around to leave, but he heard the man slowly say, "Don't move, or I'll send you to see God." Dai Tianli stopped immediately, raised his hands above his head, and said, "Don't shoot, don't shoot..." He was a little fat to begin with, and due to his nervousness, he soon became out of breath. The heavy breathing was like that of a bellows, making a lot of noise. This sound immediately alerted the bodyguard standing outside the door. He took out the dagger from his waist, held it in his left hand, and slowly pushed open the door of the villa with his right hand. Bang bang bang! A gunshot was heard, and a wisp of white smoke came out from the silencer at the muzzle of the Browning High-Power in Xiaozhuang's hand. Because the trigger was pulled too quickly, the three gunshots were almost connected, as if only one shot was fired from beginning to end. The pungent smell of gunpowder instantly filled the villa hall. The ejected shells fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, like wind chimes. Xiaozhuang bent down, picked up the two bullet casings and put them into his pocket. The muzzle of the gun in his hand was still pointed at Dai Tianli, without the slightest deviation. "Did you kill him?" "He obviously didn't do anything. He didn't even have a weapon on him!" Dai Tianli looked at the white bodyguard lying in a pool of blood. His expression was very excited, his tone was full of fear, and even his voice began to tremble. With two bullets to the heart and one bullet between the eyebrows, the bodyguard was obviously dead. The expression on his face was frozen, full of confusion. It seemed that when he was alive, he had no idea that death was approaching. The bodyguard would never have thought that the door he opened would actually represent the death knell! (End of this chapter)