This is where he feels he has failed.

But even so, Mr. Zhang will never allow anyone to destroy the entire industry system just for pure profit.

But if Fang Yin opens this hole, other people will just swoop in like flies, which will only mess up the entire industry, and the film industry, which has no hope in the first place, will only plummet further.

"I know what you are worried about, Mr. Zhang, but what if I say that I am not here for pure profit?"

"What?"

Mr. Zhang seemed to not understand what Fang Yin said and asked again.

If it weren't for profit, it would be hard for him to imagine why someone with a big business like Fang Yin would get involved in the entertainment industry?

"Huarong Group has always taken the civilian route."

Fang Yin knocked his hand on the conference table, "But Fang Group is different. If I want to do something, I have to do my best.

What’s the point of just being a civilian? Has Mr. Zhang seen a better ecology in the film industry over the years?

If I want to come in, I have to do my best, and I want to send domestic filmmakers internationally.

I want our country’s films to be played on a loop at award ceremonies abroad.”

Hearing Fang Yin's lofty words, Mr. Zhang was speechless for a moment.

Didn't he think so before?

At the beginning, he and his Huarong Group were all passionate, and everyone had the same ambition.

But if an industry fails to recover, it is rotten from the root.

His efforts over the years were only a drop in the bucket, and he still couldn't get to the crux.

It’s not that Huarong Group doesn’t invest in movies and filmmakers, but the things they produce are just outrageous.

It's okay to fool ordinary viewers, but it's simply impossible to send it to the international community for review.

For a long time, Mr. Zhang even wondered whether there was a lack of film talent in China, but when he thought about how many excellent films and filmmakers were born when conditions were so poor in the last century, he couldn't swallow it.

This tone.

Why? The environment is good, but why can’t we make good movies?

Now what Fang Yin said rekindled the passion in his heart.

"Mr. Fang, are you sure what you said is serious? If so, then I will treat you as if I have never been here today.

If necessary, I can even help you connect."

Fang Yin first gave him an affirmative answer.

However, Fang Yin was indeed a little surprised by Mr. Zhang's attitude.

I didn't expect that even if someone reaches this position, he still maintains that simple heart.

As long as it is for the betterment of the industry he loves, what does the immediate benefit count?

Next, Fang Yin talked with Mr. Zhang about his future thoughts. After listening, Mr. Zhang completely gave up his original idea of ​​persuading Fang Yin to leave this industry.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River beat the waves ahead. I have to admit that I am getting old.

If talents like you had been born a few years earlier, the current industry would not be like this."

Mr. Zhang expressed his sincere feelings.

Fang Yin accepted his compliment, "It takes people like you to stick to the industry so that the environment will not get worse.

This is already a very difficult thing.”

In a situation where the global economy is very difficult, the cinemas owned by Huarong Group have not increased prices for ten years. This is a very rare thing.

After all, everyone has one goal, which is to let domestic films go global.

"Anyway, I'm glad that I was able to muster up the courage to see you today.

It also pointed out a direction for Huarong Group in the future.

Thank you."

Mr. Zhang sincerely extended his hand to shake hands with Fang Yin.

Fang Yin also fulfilled his wish, "I wish Huarong Group will get better and better."

"Hahaha, I have an idea now that I want to go back and implement. I hope that when the Fang Group officially enters the film industry, I can still smile and bless you like this."

This is also an extremely generous president.

Fang Yin specially sent Mr. Zhang to the elevator entrance and watched people leave before returning to the lounge.

Before they even entered the door, they heard Ruby and Shen Yan chatting animatedly.

It was accompanied by Shen Yan's soft voice and Ruby's bold laughter.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't expect the president to be so straight!"

Shen Yan also followed Ruby's words and told one or two small things about their daily interactions.

"Sister, when you put it like that, it seems like he is really a bit of a straight man."

Hearing Shen Yan's voice, Fang Yin raised several questions in his mind. What does it mean to be a straight man?

He knocked on the general secretary's desk.

Andy raised his head with sweat on his face, wondering why Ruby and Shen Yan were chatting so openly.

“What does straight mean?”

When the CEO caught his eye, Andy had no choice but to search it on Baidu for him.

Seeing the few lines of words displayed on the tablet, Fang Yin's pupils tightened.

So is this the image of myself in Shen Yan's mind?

Fang Yin pushed the door open without looking back and went in. The noisy sound inside suddenly stopped.

"Okay, Ruby, let's go back to work."

I have never seen someone throw away someone after using it like this, but Ruby just complained to Shen Yan about their president.

Nowadays, I naturally behave with my tail between my legs.

Before Ruby left, Shen Yan specially stuffed him with several boxes of snacks.

I specially asked Ruby to take it home to eat.

There was a lot of stuff, and Ruby naturally couldn't keep it for herself, so most of it was shared with the group of men who never had enough to eat.

Before going out, Ruby and Shen Yan made a phone call sign, which meant that they would call back by phone.

Fang Yin really didn't expect that in less than an hour, Shen Yan could get along so well with Ruby, acting like good best friends.

When I think of Shen Yan's exceptionally strong ability to make friends, it was the same with neo last time. He had just met neo, but he was so devoted to Shen Yan.

Fang Yin felt a little nauseous, as if everyone was coveting his Chen Yan.

Fang Yin and Shen Yan looked at each other, and Shen Yan was a little embarrassed.

He didn't say anything and sat directly on the sofa.

Still a little tired from the conversation just now, Fang Yin unbuttoned his suit jacket and untied the watch strap on his hand.

Shen Yan very diligently squeezed in and sat down next to Fang Yin.

"Fang Yin, thank you for your hard work!"

Then he took Fang Yin's coat and watch and folded them up neatly.

Fang Yin leaned on the sofa and looked at Shen Yan sideways.

Shen Yan opened her big eyes and asked him innocently, "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

"Baby, what does straight man mean?"

Hearing this question, Shen Yan was like a bolt from the blue.

"Uh, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"

Shen Yan hurriedly picked up a glass of milk placed in front of the table and drank a few sips, looking like she was very busy.

The milk tasted really good, and she couldn't help but put it to Fang Yin's mouth, "Try this, it tastes good, there is no milky smell at all, you must like it."

Fang Yin took two sips directly from Shen Yan's hand.

The milk is of course delicious, and he had it airlifted directly from the breeding farm in New Zealand.

Shen Yan now had a particularly serious reaction to the smell of milk and fragrance. Fang Yin was not sure about letting her drink the milk on the market, so he arranged for someone to find a milk farm.

The milk flown in every day is extremely fresh.

After Fang Yin drank it without changing his expression, Shen Yan was very satisfied.

He really doesn't like sweetness at all, but he loves sweetness very much.

At certain times, the tastes of the two of them are almost incompatible with each other.
To be continued...