In the millennium, there is a kind of obsessive worship of the rich.
Regardless of the original sin of entrepreneurship, taking pride in making money and taking pride in wealth, the typical three people are Li Huanggua, Liu Chuanzhi, and Lu Yun. Ten years before and after, the reputation has reversed 180 degrees.
Lu Fei was also addicted at this time, and like a beacon in the dark night, young people swarmed up, gathered at the door and blocked the door, asking to see the Holy Master.
"What I just said, 'The world is flat', is that the title of the book..."
"Mr. Lu, where can I buy your books?"
He could only retreat to the auditorium and wait for security to evacuate the crowd.
Zu Wencui sat face to face and said with a smile: "The world is flat. This idea is so new. Did you think of it yourself?"
Lu Fei nodded without Bi Lian, "Yes, I wanted to (copy) it."
Zu Wencui suggested: "You can organize this idea into a book, titled "The World is Flat"."
Lu Fei touched his chin and quickly understood the intention.
Publishing a book, like being featured on rich lists, business journals, financial newspapers, etc., is a routine operation for entrepreneurs to become famous.
If you are famous, you have to publish a book, but if you are not famous, you can publish a book.
Neon entrepreneurs like this, the recent ones include Kazuo Inamori, and the early ones include Konosuke Matsushita.
The published book is full of quotations, which all seem to make sense, but if you really listen to your words, they are almost nonsense literature.
This is also an extension of the business, just like idols issuing press releases, establishing a persona, promoting themselves, and jointly promoting the company and brand, creating a strong personality.
New York real estate developers can publish autobiographies, but I can’t?
Of course he would not miss this opportunity. "The World is Flat" is a global best-seller. Although I don't remember all of it, the boss never wrote it himself. He either dictated it or...
"Do you need me to recommend some publishing houses?" Zu Wencui asked.
Lu Fei declined the kindness, but gave him a sweet date, and asked him to write the preface after the book was completed.
This guy is really good!
Zu Wencui showed a satisfied smile, and his smile was particularly bright.
After a while, the security guard came over and told the two that the crowd had dispersed. They immediately set off and walked out of the auditorium escorted by Zu Wencui's bodyguards and more than a dozen security guards.
"I'll give you a ride?" Zu Wencui invited.
"No way, I'm going to the Taiwan Railway." Lu Fei said.
Zu Wencui immediately thought of the Golden Horse Awards and joked: "Are you confident of winning one?"
"It depends on whether the judges will give it or not?"
Lu Fei waved his hand and watched the car slowly drive away. Just as he was about to call for a taxi, a Mercedes-Benz suddenly drove up in his sight. Yang Zhihong got out of the car and came to the front with a bang.
"Mr. Lu, Lu, I am Yang Zhihong, the boss of Holaday you want to meet."
"Mr. Yang." Lu Fei shook hands.
"Where are you going? I'll give you a ride?"
Yang Zhihong opened his mouth and kept saying "you", his posture was too low, he could get together in the group of big guys, and he was rounded off. He was not a big boss, but also a reserve of big bosses. For a KTV business like him, what he wanted was to open up a wide range of doors.
Lu Fei nodded, got into the car, and reported the location.
Yang Zhihong urged the driver to drive sternly, and then said politely: "Mr. Lu, don't worry about Qilixiang's contract. We will never tear it up. Wu Zongxian signed it, and Haoledi also recognizes it."
"It seems that Alfa is already in Mr. Yang's pocket."
Lu Fei raised his lips and asked if it was convenient for Fang to reveal the price.
Yang Zhihong made no secret and said bluntly that he did not like Wen Lan as a gift of NT$300 million, but only Jay Chou.
"What a coincidence, I'm looking for you because of him. Feigou.com wants to continue to act as the agent for the online distribution rights of his later albums. Isn't that difficult?"
"Don't be embarrassed, don't be embarrassed."
Yang Zhihong didn't dare to be interested in the music company's petty profits, and he readily used favors as favors.
"I directly make the decision on this matter. What were the conditions for my previous representation? What will my conditions be for my future representation?"
Lu Fei gave a thumbs up and lamented that he would not have to travel year after year, but after 2007, he would still have to find Jay Chou.
Yang Zhihong said doubtfully: "Mr. Lu, why are you looking for Jay Chou? After 2007, regardless of whether he signs the contract or not, the copyright will belong to Alfa."
"Mr. Yang doesn't know?"
"What do I know?"
"There is a protection clause in his contract."
Lu Fei is pretending-->>
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Surprised, he slowly pointed out that once the eight-year contract ends, the copyright will return to Jay Chou.
"Didn't Wu Zongxian mention it to Mr. Yang?"
"No, I don't know." Yang Zhihong was confused.
Lu Fei said: "If Jay Chou doesn't sign a contract with you, you will have to re-sign the broadcast rights and pay the royalties again."
"Thanks to Mr. Lu for reminding me, I was almost deceived by Wu Zongxian."
Yang Zhihong's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he gritted his teeth. If Lu Fei hadn't been there, he would have cursed loudly.
Lu Fei saw this and did not add fuel to the fire. Instead, he talked to Yang Zhihong about Jay Chou going to the mainland to develop and open up markets, and also help Qilixiang open up sales.
Along the way, Yang Zhihong suppressed his anger and agreed.
When Lu Fei was sent to the train station, his face suddenly pulled down and his forehead was covered with black lines.
"Lingyang, Wu Zongxian dares to lie to me, 300 million, 150 million is not much, I want to teach him a lesson, scold him (nnd)!"
The men didn't say a word, their faces full of murderous intent.
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On the evening of the 7th, the Golden Horse Awards Organizing Committee suddenly received an urgent piece of news. At 7 or 8 o'clock, Wu Zongxian went out for dinner and was knocked to the bone. One of his legs was broken and he was admitted to the hospital.
I definitely can’t host the award ceremony.
All of a sudden, the plans and arrangements of the Golden Horse Awards were disrupted, and the host had to be temporarily changed.
The news soon spread to the 12-member judging panel. At this time, they all called out urgently and gathered in the office, staring at each other in confusion.
"Who did it?" Qiu Gangjian felt relieved.
"Teacher Qiu, the paparazzi is either in the hospital or on the way to the hospital. You can see the news in newspapers and magazines tomorrow morning."
Wu Pei-nyi sat obediently in the corner. She relied on her family to successfully sneak into the Golden Horse Awards jury and make up for her qualifications.
"Yeah, but just for him, calling us here is necessary!"
What Qiu Gangjian said was exactly what the other judges were thinking. They all looked dissatisfied and waited for a while until the chairman of the executive committee pushed in the door.
"Chairman, why did you call everyone here?" Qiu Gangjian asked.
The chairman said: "The list of awards you are judging needs to be changed. I will discuss it with you. We must discuss a result tonight."
Everyone looked at each other, what exactly were they discussing?
The chairman said directly: ""Seventeen Years Old Cycling" was shortlisted for so many awards, but it didn't get any awards. It doesn't meet our usual average distribution."
Wu Peixi didn't say a word, but watched the other judges get angry, and pointed the finger directly at Jiao Xiongping, because before Jiao Xiongping gave the award, she complained that the jury was unprofessional in front of the media, and the breakthrough was because of her connections.
"'Seventeen Years Old Bicycle' won't win the award. Chairman, you agreed before. You won't go back on it, right?"
The chairman coughed twice guiltily, "Before was before, and now is now. "Seventeen Years Old Cycling" must win an award, at least Lu Fei, who is shortlisted, must win an award!"
"Lu Fei?"
Wu Peiyi reviewed the list and noticed that he was included in the Best Actor and Newcomer Award nominations, "Chairman, what is his origin?"
"Don't ask, I don't know either."
The chairman said sternly: "But I just have to cut a piece of cake to him."
"Isn't this unfair?"
Qiu Gangjian said unhappily: "The Golden Horse Awards are about fairness. They cannot be bribed or kidnapped. Even if someone calls you to ask for a favor, you cannot agree. Chairman, I think you are just making things difficult for everyone!"
After the words fell, the judges were full of complaints.
"That's right, the one who intercedes for Lu Fei has a big background?"
"Which big shot?"
"Just because of him, he called us all together so late. Who does he think he is!"
With a bang, Qiu Gangjian said with a straight face, "This Lu Fei can't win any awards, even if the King of Heaven comes, I won't give in."
The chairman sighed and whispered a few words to the prickly man. His face suddenly changed and his expression became dull.
"It's just been built, why are you embarrassed?"
"No, it's not difficult, not at all."
Qiu Gangjian unhesitatingly supported awarding Lu Fei the award.
The judges were all dumbfounded. Their attitudes changed too quickly. This Lu Fei was so terrifying!
Wu Pei'er looked at the name on the list and was filled with curiosity——
Lu Fei is greater than the Heavenly King, so who is he?
