Chapter 386: Scheming Bitch

Not giving option stock to executives is simple—because executives already have shares, and if they also get options, they'd need a higher growth rate to be satisfied.

If in some year the expected growth rate isn't reached, then the executives' appetites can't be satisfied, and the people below the company won't make money.

For example, Chang'e used to grow at 7%—2% for the people below, 5% for the top executives to pocket. When the economy's good, everyone benefits and makes money, but once the economy downturns and Chang'e doesn't do well, in some year it only grows 5%.

Then that 5% can only satisfy Chang'e's top executives, and the people below suffer. That's how simple it is.

So when Fang Hong sets the distribution, he always excludes the company's top executives. Even if Chang'e has a slow year, at least the people below can still get a little something.

This way, in the future, they won't be too passive!

This is also why he didn't issue option stock to Chang'e Technology—first see the effect, and calculate how much is appropriate to give the people below.

Because issuing stock means issuing his own stock, not someone else's. He needs to guarantee his own rights while ensuring others get a share.

On this matter, Fang Hong had Chen Zhixi leak the news first, see the reaction below before implementing, so people have a chance to accept it.

Today, October 10th, is the day of Bazaar Charity Night. Liu Tianxian is waiting here, waiting for Fang Hong to finish up so they can go attend the event together.

They attend every year, donate money every year.

"Let's go!" Fang Hong reached out his hand.

Liu Tianxian slung her bag over her shoulder, took his hand, and walked outside.

The two passed through the work area, where several secretaries watched wide-eyed as they left hand in hand.

Ouyang Xue rested her chin on both hands and said enviously, "I don't know when I'll find a man who's always like this with me. If I do, I'd marry him even if it killed me."

"Want a car?" a colleague teased.

"No!" Ouyang Xue shook her head.

"Want a house?" the colleague kept teasing.

"No!" Ouyang Xue shook her head again.

"You don't want anything? Then you'll have to suffer in the future," the colleague said.

"Suffer then. We can struggle together, grow together. Isn't that how the Principal and Liu Tianxian got started?" Ouyang Xue said.

"How many Principals are there? Most people are still ordinary, still useless," the colleague said.

"Exactly!"

Another female colleague chimed in: "I won't suffer with anyone. My parents didn't raise me easily. If I'm going to find someone, I'll find a rich one."

"Your thinking is wrong," Ouyang Xue felt their mindset had problems. How could anyone just sit back and reap the rewards?

"How is it wrong? Just because of love, you have to lower your quality of life? That really doesn't pay off," the female colleague said.

"I'd rather not date than settle."

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Ouyang Xue watched them go back and forth and was already speechless. It seemed what they said wasn't wrong either.

Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian didn't know about their discussion. Wherever the two went, people talked—perfectly normal.

Liu Tianxian got in the passenger seat and asked, "Do you want to grab something to eat first?"

"Eat what? We're donating money again. We definitely have to eat it back at the event venue—every bit counts, otherwise it's too much of a loss," Fang Hong complained again, as he did every year.

"Can't you be a little more generous?" Liu Tianxian found what he said funny.

"Can't be generous. I don't even know where the money I donated the past two years went. No one told me, and it's not transparent," Fang Hong started the car.

The car exited the underground garage and headed toward Guomao Hotel in Chaoyang District—this year's Charity Bazaar was held there.

This is a Beijing landmark, called Beijing's most luxurious building. It's said that every time the Saudi royal family comes here, they book out several floors of the hotel to shop and dine.

It's not far—Chang'e was originally in Chaoyang District too.

"With charity, if you feel it has meaning, that's enough. Be more generous, more magnanimous," Liu Tianxian said.

"Who says I'm not generous? I just donated 200 million," Fang Hong held up two fingers.

"Oh, really? To whom?" Liu Tianxian was quite interested.

This was the first time she'd heard him talk about actively donating money.

"Last month, I donated 20 million each to ten universities," Fang Hong glanced at her proudly.

"Oh, that." Liu Tianxian had thought he donated to some charity organization, helping some struggling families.

Donating to schools had a purpose, and she actually knew about it. At the time, her uncle had suggested to Fang Hong that he donate some money to universities to connect with talent.

She was there at the time, listening.

"What? 200 million—I donated 200 million, and you won't even praise me a little?" Fang Hong's tone grew heavier, looking a bit worked up.

He probably really had put in a lot.

"I'm praising you, praising you. I didn't say you were bad. Pretty good."

Liu Tianxian smiled, her tone indulgent. She reached out and brushed his bangs aside: "How long has it been since you got a haircut?"

"A month or two, I guess!" Fang Hong said.

"It's gotten long. Time for a trim."

"If I cut it, there won't be bangs anymore," Fang Hong shook his hair.

"You're so childish, hehehe."

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The car stopped in the parking area of Guomao Hotel. There was a changing room provided by the Bazaar organizers—just a suite, only for changing clothes.

Other celebrities had them too, but not one per person—it depended on status. Liu Tianxian's status qualified her.

Liu Tianxian's assistant and makeup team had already arrived, bringing her gear and haute couture gown. The haute couture gown was sponsored by the brand, not her own. Now, whenever she attended an event, she had haute couture gowns to wear.

Actually, Fang Hong could have one too, but he wasn't a celebrity, so he didn't need it—any outfit would do.

True big shots don't need to be particular—they naturally carry an aura of dominance.

The interior of Guomao Hotel was extremely luxurious, describable as resplendent and magnificent. They took the elevator up to a certain hotel floor.

The elevator doors opened, and Liu Tianxian gestured for her team to go ahead, then said to Fang Hong: "There's a rest area over there. Wait for me there."

"Okay!" Fang Hong nodded.

The rest area was furnished with sofas, tables, and chairs, along with complimentary fruits. A few scattered businesspeople sat there—some reading newspapers, some magazines, some on their phones.

The majority were still celebrities: Huang Yi, He Rundong, Zhang Xiaolong, Zhang Jingchu, and others—some sitting in small groups chatting, some sitting alone spacing out.

"Hey, Principal." Someone whispered a signal toward Zhang Jingchu.

Zhang Jingchu looked toward the entrance and saw Fang Hong sitting down casually by himself somewhere, even crossing his legs, behaving very at ease.

He didn't greet anyone, didn't talk to anyone.

Zhang Jingchu's gaze grew slightly complicated. Back when Jade Rabbit had just been established, they had asked her to act in a film, and at the time she had turned them down.

After that, they never asked her again.

That was when filming "Finding Seattle." At the time she was being blacklisted by Huayi. Fang Hong had invited three people—Tang Wei, Zhang Jingchu, and Hao Lei—and in the end only Hao Lei was willing to take it.

Others also noticed the Principal, and curiously looked his way too, but none went up to greet him. He seemed as if he didn't recognize anyone, very aloof.

At this moment, Fan Xiaopang and Li Bailian appeared here in beautiful gowns, chatting and laughing, looking quite close—seemed like they had just run into each other.

But they really had been close before. Allegedly—just allegedly—when Li Bailian rose to fame, she didn't forget to give Fan Xiaopang a hand.

She introduced Fan Xiaopang to Wang Jing, and through Wang Jing, Fan Xiaopang entered Huayi. That was back in the '00s.

Later the two of course competed for the top female star spot. Fan Xiaopang couldn't get much resources and left, and two years later Li Bailian also left.

As for their relationship, outsiders found it hard to explain, but presumably not too good, because Li Bailian had liked multiple Weibo posts dissing Fan Xiaopang.

For example, during the "Zhang-Fan" clash, Li Bailian liked a post saying Fan Xiaopang deliberately delayed her time on the red carpet and stole Guoji Zhang's finale spot.

"Principal!" Fan Xiaopang, very sharp-eyed, spotted Fang Hong first, abandoned Li Bailian, and went straight to his side.

Fang Hong turned his head and saw the two walking toward him, both dressed very beautifully.

Fan Xiaopang wore a black gown, one shoulder exposed, like a glamorous noblewoman, a bit plumper.

Li Bailian wore a white long dress. Her figure, needless to say, certainly wasn't as eye-catching as Fan Xiaopang's, and she looked very capable and efficient.

Behind the two also followed their managers and assistants—the entourage was there.

"Principal here all alone?" Fan Xiaopang asked.

"Mm, waiting for someone." Fang Hong said.

Fan Xiaopang looked around, didn't see Liu Tianxian: "Waiting for Tianxian?"

Fang Hong nodded, indicating yes.

That meant she must have gone to change into her gown. This was the place for changing gowns. After changing, one could go straight to the Bazaar venue, or wait here a while before going.

Gown changes were usually done on-site. After changing, one could go straight to the event. Coming from somewhere else would be very inconvenient.

"Looks like we can only see the Principal at charity events like this!" Li Bailian also walked over, smiling.

This remark was praising Fang Hong for being devoted to public welfare—a compliment.

"Same here, same here." Fang Hong looked at her and said again: "I heard you're in 'Transformers 4,' become an international superstar."

"Oh, what international superstar? I'm just a soy-sauce extra, just a second female lead role." Li Bailian's act was a bit put-on.

Fan Xiaopang watched from the side, couldn't help rolling her eyes, secretly cursing: Scheming bitch! Though inside she was thrilled.

The three of them became the focus here for a moment. Everyone else watched silently, simply because their star status and standing were right there on display.

Fang Hong smiled and gestured: "Sit, please, sit down."

"We won't sit. This gown isn't very convenient—Principal won't mind, right?" Fan Xiaopang smiled.

They hadn't walked the red carpet yet; getting the dress wrinkled from sitting wouldn't look good.

"What would I mind? Your work comes first." Fang Hong showed understanding.

"That's good then."

Fan Xiaopang placed her hand on Fang Hong's shoulder, bent slightly closer, and said again: "About the collaboration before—any issues?"

She was talking about "Star You," the matter of splitting half the share. That year she had split 260 million from Jade Rabbit.

In other words, she earned at least over 500 million from this TV drama. That was normal—it wasn't limited to the domestic market; her fame was wide in East Asia and Southeast Asia.

But she only earned big in the first half of the year; in the second half, income started plummeting straight down—the heat had faded.

"No problem, very good." Fang Hong caught a whiff of a pleasant fragrance.

"Then let's collaborate again next time we get the chance." Fan Xiaopang extended her jade hand.

Fang Hong took it and shook it up and down.

In terms of credibility, Fan Xiaopang was still pretty solid. No wonder later when her brother debuted and became popular, nobody stepped on him—everyone gave her face.

In the future, Fang Hong would feel embarrassed to step on her either.

Li Bailian watched from the side, also wide-eyed, secretly cursing: Scheming bitch! Just loves to suck up.

Clearly, just finding the person in charge would do, yet she had to come here and say it, to show off her presence. If that's not a scheming bitch, what is?

(End of chapter)