Chapter 1737

"Let's go." Zhou Andong watched for a while, then turned and walked back.

Yu Zhan was a bit confused; weren't they out for exercise, so why were they going back?

As for the matter of introducing him to a partner, they could talk about that anywhere; there was no need to run so far.

Zhou Andong said as he walked: "This has a big problem; remember this, remind me when we return to Beijing, we must reflect this to the higher-ups, and an investigation must be conducted."

"Yes!" Yu Zhan puffed out his chest and shouted.

He didn't see what the problem was.

If there was a problem, it was that the people practicing this stuff had problems in their brains.

But if the Chairman said there was a problem, then there must be a problem.

Even if there wasn't a problem, there had to be a problem; who told him to be the Chairman?

Moreover, he was even introducing him to a partner, so he had to believe unconditionally.

When Zhou Andong returned to the guesthouse, it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.

Wan Fuyuan was in the restaurant, and seeing Zhou Andong, he quickly greeted him.

"Chairman Zhou, what would you like for breakfast? I'll have the kitchen make it for you."

These past few days, Old Wan had been sleeping later than a donkey and getting up earlier than a dog; his only task was to serve Zhou Andong well.

Originally, he could have arranged for someone else, but he was the General Manager of the Municipal Committee Guesthouse, a deputy-division-level leading cadre.

The Municipal Committee Guesthouse was directly under the Municipal Committee General Office; it was a technical unit, but Wan Fuyuan had been transferred to the guesthouse from the General Office, so it was a high-level appointment.

"No need for such trouble." Zhou Andong found a place to sit down: "Just eat whatever there is."

"I'll go to the kitchen and take a look."

Wan Fuyuan turned and left; in fact, Zhou Andong's breakfast had already been made.

He asked just to see if there was anything special Zhou Andong wanted to eat.

A beautiful waiter poured tea for Zhou Andong and then stood not far away, guarding.

Soon, the waiter brought the breakfast up: boat congee, shrimp dumplings, steamed chicken feet, beef tripe, and several types of pastries—typical Cantonese morning tea, two portions each, one for Zhou Andong and one for Yu Zhan.

"Manager Wan, I heard your son is very handsome and sings well."

Hearing about his son, Wan Fuyuan sighed and sat down.

"When he was in high school, I don't know how he got bewitched, but he insisted on being a singer. Before going to school in the morning and after coming home from school in the evening, he would hug his tape recorder and howl at home; neighbors often came to find me.

However, I have to say, that little bastard actually sang quite well, so I thought, since he's willing to sing, let him be."

Zhou Andong picked up a shrimp dumpling: "You're quite open-minded."

"I have to be open-minded." Wan Fuyuan smiled bitterly: "The child's studies weren't good; it was impossible for him to get into a decent university, so it was better to follow his heart, and he could work hard."

"That's right." Zhou Andong put the shrimp dumpling into his mouth: "Where did he end up getting into?"

Wan Fuyuan said: "Provincial Dance and Drama Vocational College."

Zhou Andong nodded: "I've heard of this school; it's one of the ten key art secondary schools in the country, not bad."

Zhou Andong didn't know how the Dance and Drama Vocational College was at this time, but later it produced several very famous stars.

It's just that among these famous stars, there wasn't one surnamed Wan; he guessed that Manager Wan's son had likely sunk.

"After I promised him, he really worked hard." Wan Fuyuan sighed: "When he got into the Dance and Drama Vocational College, I was quite happy.

I thought, after graduation, I'd arrange for him to enter the city TV station; although he studied music, it could be considered related to the TV station. Who would have thought, I spent a lot of favors to arrange the job for him, but he wouldn't go.

Then, hugging his broken guitar, he went to sing in bars and nightclubs every day, living a life of turning day into night. When I went to work in the morning, he was sleeping; when I came home from work, he had already left."

Regarding Wan Fuyuan's son, Zhou Andong had also heard about it by chance from the guesthouse waiters chatting.

It was said that the young man was quite handsome, sang well, and waiters often went to the bar to support him.

And Wan Fuyuan, as the General Manager of the Municipal Committee Guesthouse, was a jack-of-all-trades profession, so his connections must be very extensive.

Since he was going to invest here, naturally he couldn't let go of the opportunity to make friends with Wan Fuyuan.

But how to make friends, to make Wan Fuyuan grateful, naturally meant grabbing the guy's weak point.

And where was Wan Fuyuan's weak point? Naturally, it was his son who didn't save him worry.

As long as Wan Fuyuan's son's future was arranged, it would be more useful than sending any amount of money.

"Him singing in nightclubs for a long time isn't a solution; there's no way he'll have a day to stand out, so he has to find a decent entertainment company."

Wan Fuyuan said very helplessly: "I found one for him, but that little bastard wouldn't go."

Zhou Andong asked: "Why wouldn't he go? There must be a reason."

"There's a reason." Speaking of this, Wan Fuyuan gritted his teeth: "Guangdong's entertainment companies are no good; they exploit singers too severely, and many have terminated their contracts and gone to Beijing, joining something called Future Culture.

So, he also wants to go to Beijing; before the New Year, he sent his resume to that Future Culture, but until now, it's like a stone sinking into the sea, not a bit of news."

"Future Culture is indeed not easy to get into." Zhou Andong lowered his head and drank some congee: "You go home and ask the child; if he really wants to go to Beijing, find a time, and I'll arrange for the boss of Future Culture to come out and meet."

"Hmm?" Wan Fuyuan was stunned, then excitedly said: "Chairman Zhou, do you know the boss of Future Culture?"

"I know him, and our relationship is quite good." Zhou Andong nodded while eating: "If it were someone else, I certainly couldn't say this; connections are something that, no matter how good the relationship is, get thinner the more you use them.

But after getting in touch these past few days, I think you, Old Wan, are someone worth making friends with. I have this resource, and since our own child likes to sing, naturally I can't just watch; I have to give him a hand."

"Oh my!" Wan Fuyuan was so excited that he grabbed Zhou Andong's hand: "Chairman Zhou, I won't say much about gratitude; if you have anything in the future, just say the word."

Zhou Andong shook his head: "Making friends is about sincerity; when you have time, just treat me to a drink."

Wan Fuyuan laughed heartily: "It's not just one drink; it's no problem even if I treat you every day."

"I'll drink you into poverty." Zhou Andong also laughed: "I'm going to Guangzhou tomorrow, so ask the child tonight, and give me a definite answer tomorrow morning."

"He's not home at night." Wan Fuyuan was also anxious: "I'll go back and ask him in a while."

"Fine!" Zhou Andong ate the last shrimp dumpling: "I'm going to the Electromagnetic Factory today; I have nothing to do in the afternoon."

At this moment, Huang Yali came with a document bag.

Zhou Andong asked: "Have you had breakfast?"

"I've finished." Huang Yali put the document bag on the table: "This is the contract that was just faxed over; take a look."