Chapter 1519

"Uncle!" Zhou Andong said earnestly: "Doing business here, you have to learn to think. It's not a problem for you to buy shares in Future Culture, it's not a problem for Ye Xuanzhen to serve as vice president, and it's even less of a problem for the company's film and television resources to be tilted toward her."

Zhou Xianyong asked thoughtfully: "Then what is the problem?"

"Of course, it's benefits." Zhou Andong smiled slightly: "Who Ye Xuanzhen is doesn't matter, whether she is famous doesn't matter, and even whether she is male or female, or good-looking, doesn't matter."

Zhou Xianyong asked reflexively again: "Then what is important?"

"Still benefits." Zhou Andong looked at Zhou Xianyong: "As long as that second-generation shareholder gets real, visible, and tangible benefits, all, absolutely all difficulties will be solved.

If you talk about it like a normal business negotiation, no matter how famous, beautiful, or talented Ye Xuanzhen is, it's impossible for you to buy shares in Future Culture.

You have to know that the thing the country lacks the least is actors who can act. And what Future Culture lacks the least is money, let alone background and connections. If there are no film stars, we can completely cultivate them ourselves.

There is no need to sell ten percent of the company's shares because of a female star from Wandao. That would be putting the cart before the horse, a stupid thing to do, losing the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds."

Zhou Xianyong shook his head: "Your thinking is problematic. You have to know that with Ye Xuanzhen's joining, future film and television works will want to enter Wandao or Xiangjiang, and it will be twice the result with half the effort."

"Uncle." Zhou Andong picked up the cigarette on the coffee table and lit it, then leaned back: "It's not that our thinking is problematic, but that your thinking is too narrow.

If you want to enter the Wandao and Xiangjiang film and television market, why not spend money to hire actors from both places instead of trading shares? As long as you have money, you can even hire Sylvester Stallone.

Take my relationship with Andy Lau, for example. If I ask him to film a movie or TV series, do you think he would refuse?"

Zhou Andong stood up and patted Zhou Xianyong on the shoulder: "On the second and third day of the New Year, I'm going to visit some elders. On the fourth day, I'll call that second-generation shareholder out, and we'll have a drink together."

Zhou Xianyong nodded: "Okay!"

Zhou Andong smiled and left the room. The cold air made him shiver.

Although it was past one o'clock in the morning, at this time last year, the sound of firecrackers was still continuing. But this year, there was no movement at all; it was too quiet.

If it weren't for the red lanterns hanging in the courtyard and the flashing colored lights, there wouldn't be a festive atmosphere at all.

Thinking back to when he was a child, various enterprises in Jiangzhou would compete to set off fireworks.

And lanterns; not only enterprises, but many public institutions would also rack their brains to make lanterns.

Fortunately, during the Lantern Festival exhibition, they could outperform the lanterns made by other units.

Because the city would have evaluations, and the top three would get rewards.

Actually, no one cared about those rewards; what they cared about was that sense of honor.

Then there was the Yangge dance, whether it was enterprises, public institutions, or various towns and villages.

They all had their own Yangge teams. After the Little New Year, even at home, you could hear the sound of drums and suona.

By the first day of the New Year, the streets were full of Yangge teams, and you couldn't watch them all even if you chased after them.

I don't know when it started, but enterprises stopped setting off fireworks.

The Yangge teams on the streets became fewer and fewer, and by the Lantern Festival, the lanterns also disappeared.

Celebrating the New Year, setting off fireworks, watching Yangge, and visiting lantern shows, in Zhou Andong's view, are Chinese customs.

They are also traditional culture that has continued for thousands of years and cannot be lost just like that.

So, the brewery staff building has been built, and next year they can also return to Jiangzhou for the New Year.

He wants to continue the customs of celebrating the New Year, setting off fireworks, watching Yangge, and visiting lantern shows.

If he preserves the customs, he won't let the New Year flavor in Jiangzhou fade away.

Perhaps in twenty years, Jiangzhou will become a unique tourist city.

Thinking of this, Zhou Andong blinked; this idea is really not bad.

You have to know that the New Year flavor will become lighter and lighter in the future, and the ban on fireworks will soon spread across the country.

Some leaders in some places even let their butts decide their heads, not even allowing couplets to be pasted.

On the first day of the New Year, they would send people to the streets to tear down the couplets and "Fu" characters on the doors of shops along the street.

In the future, they can completely promote celebrating the New Year, setting off fireworks, watching Yangge, and visiting lantern shows in Jiangzhou as so-called characteristic cultural tourism.

He has this idea because, by the day he returned to this era, Jiangzhou hadn't banned fireworks. Otherwise, if a brain-dead leader came along, slapped his butt, and decided to change customs, it would be useless no matter how much he thought.

"Hey!"

Zhou Qianyi suddenly popped out from behind.

Zhou Andong rolled his eyes: "Can you not be so childish?"

"Cut!" Zhou Qianyi said with disdain: "Have you done fewer childish things?"

Zhou Andong said stubbornly: "When have I done such childish things?"

Zhou Qianyi laughed: "Sister-in-law has told me quite a lot about those childish things you've done."

"What time is it, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Zhou Andong immediately changed the subject.

"They said they were staying up for the New Year and were playing cards in the recreation room. I couldn't sleep either, so I thought I'd go over and take a look."

Zhou Qianyi gathered her hair that had been blown messy by the wind: "Then I saw you standing here in a daze."

"You guys stay up for the New Year if you want." Zhou Andong yawned and walked toward the rear building: "I have to go back to sleep."

February 10, 1994, the first day of the Lunar New Year, Thursday!

A dazed Zhou Andong was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door. Seeing Jian Qiu was lying in his arms, her eyes open.

"It must be Fourth, go open the door."

"Big Brother, Sister-in-law, hurry up and open the door." Sure enough, Fourth's shouting came from outside.

"Have you prepared the red envelopes?" Zhou Andong sat up: "Yesterday morning they came to wish me a Happy New Year and ask for red envelopes, but later because of the food, they forgot about this matter. Today, there's definitely no escaping it."

"Prepared."

Seeing Jian Qiu tilted her body, lay on the edge of the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a large stack of red envelopes.

"The red envelope I prepared for Mom has already been given to her. This is for the two of us."

Zhou Andong took the red envelopes: "This year, these little guys will receive red envelopes until their hands go soft."

"Bang bang bang..."

The heavy knocking on the door interrupted their conversation.

"Hurry up and open the door." Seeing Jian Qiu kicked Zhou Andong.

"You get up too." Zhou Andong got out of bed and put on his clothes: "I reckon that outside, it's not just Fourth, but everyone should be here. They must be here to wish us a Happy New Year."

After speaking, Zhou Andong walked out of the room and opened the door.

Sure enough, a group of little ones stood neatly outside the door.

"Big Brother, Happy New Year!"

"Uncle, Happy New Year!"

"Uncle, Happy New Year!"

"..."

The scene from yesterday morning repeated itself. This time, Zhou Andong wasn't flustered and took out the red envelopes with a smile.

"The red envelopes are here, one for each."

"Mine, mine!"

A group of little ones immediately surrounded Zhou Andong, stretching out their little hands. They were chattering like a flock of little swallows.

"Don't rush, everyone has one!"

Zhou Andong took the red envelopes and placed them one by one into the little hands stretched out.

Then the little girl from Yuan Ying's family was left, hugging Zhou Andong's thigh and looking up with her little head.

"Uncle, mine, what about mine?"

Zhou Andong looked down at her, laughed out loud, and bent down to pick up the little girl.

"Your red envelope is here."

This girl was only nine months older than Su Su, and there were two others younger than her.

One was Yuan Tao's daughter, who was even younger than Su Su.

The other was Yuan Mei's son, who was just a few months old.

Fourth waved her hand: "Let's go, let's go find my sister-in-law."

"Let's go find Auntie." The little fatty shouted.

The little ones swarmed into the room.