novellhall Chapter 61 Recruiting Teammates
Chapter 61 Recruiting Teammates
The two parted ways at the intersection where they had come from.
Tian Xiwei was heading back to her tour group's hotel. There was still half a day of group activities tomorrow, and she would be flying back to Sichuan and Chongqing the day after tomorrow.
She waved to him as she left, the little pig on her orange backpack swaying under the streetlights.
Wang Zian returned to Hotel J, imported the hundreds of photos he had taken that day into his computer, and selected a few of those of Yu Tianxi to send to her.
She replied to several messages on WeChat instantly: "The photos are amazing!" "Is that really me?" "I posted them on Weibo!" "I'm definitely going to be friends with you. I'll treat you to hot pot next time I come to Sichuan or Chongqing."
The two chatted briefly, and Wang Zian found the girl increasingly interesting.
We can be friends.
Strangely, he and Zhou Ye had agreed to call each other tonight to discuss the details of their trip; however, there was still no news by 10 p.m.
He sent a message to inquire, but it went unanswered.
The next morning, he was woken up by his phone vibrating.
There were several unread messages on the screen, all from Zhou Ye, and the time was past 1 a.m.
She went to Yanjing, saying that her sister's company had run into trouble and her sister couldn't handle it alone in Beijing, so she and her mother flew directly from her maternal grandmother's house there.
She also sincerely apologized to him.
Did you go to Yanjing?
Wang Zian sat on the edge of the bed, and the curtains slid open automatically, letting in the morning light from the Huangpu River.
He stared blankly at the golden river outside the window for a moment, then picked up his phone to reply to Zhou Ye's message.
It was quite a coincidence; we had just mentioned Beijing when we received a call from there.
"Wang Zian, come to Yanjing after your exams! I need your help!"
Hearing Zhang Yiming's somewhat malicious tone, Wang Zian asked with suspicion, "What is it?"
"Come quick! It's a matter of life and death for our short videos! If you don't come now, we're doomed!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Originally, I planned to meet up with Zhou Ye in Shanghai, take some photos with my new camera for a few days, and then visit the new Disney park.
Zhou Ye is currently in Yanjing, and Zhang Yiming is also in Yanjing urging him to return.
Since fate is pushing everyone in the same direction, then let's go for it.
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ByteDance's office.
Zhang Yiming sat at the head of the conference table, his entire back slumped into the chair, a smile that hadn't left his lips since the start of the meeting. That smile was so relaxed that Wang Zi'an wanted to reach across the table and punch him.
When he arrived, he thought it was just a routine meeting, but from the first minute he sat down in the meeting room, he felt something was wrong.
This meeting seems to be for him.
The topic is "Short Video Content Promotion Plan!"
Specifically, the plan involves spending one billion yuan annually to cultivate a group of short video bloggers who can consistently produce high-quality content.
After the meeting, Wang Zi'an stayed in Zhang Yiming's office.
"Zhang Yiming, wasn't this decided in our previous meeting?"
"Yeah~!"
"So why did you call me here?"
"How exactly will it be implemented? We're not quite sure yet!" Zhang Yiming rested his elbows on the table, interlaced his fingers, and stared intently at him.
"Didn't I say before? In the early stages, you should recruit people from professional schools to invest; since our short video platform will eventually have to compete with traditional industries anyway, we might as well start now!"
Zhang Yiming nodded with a smile, "Then who will take the lead?"
Wang Zian's eyes widened instantly. He leaned back, causing the chair to bounce; "Get out, I won't. Don't even think about messing with me."
"I'll assemble a team for you!"
"Do you think content is easy to produce? You need good jokes, as well as planning, camera work, music, and editing!"
Zhang Yiming shrugged. "See? Don't you know everything? If you don't come, who will?"
He leaned forward again, a shrewd glint in his eyes behind his glasses. "Most importantly, you're handsome!"
"Besides, I passed the Beijing Film Academy entrance exam, what are you worried about!"
He suddenly adopted a serious tone, uttering each of the four words slowly and deliberately: "That's the Beijing Film Academy!"
After reading it aloud, he raised an eyebrow, looked at him across the conference table, and his expression changed from serious to mischievous. "Didn't you just suggest finding professional schools? To dig up their roots!"
This is the hole you just dug for yourself.
"I reminded you to look for some professional schools, and you came to me instead!" Wang Zian said irritably.
Zhang Yiming nodded shamelessly; "That's right! We trust our own people!"
"I've collected data showing that approximately 300,000 students graduate each year with media-related majors in our country, but very few actually end up working in this field!"
"Take the Beijing Film Academy, for example; the number of people who can become actors is extremely small." He shifted his gaze from Wang Zi'an's face, tapped his fingers lightly on the lid of his teacup twice, then looked back, staring directly into his eyes. "You, I don't believe you've never thought about trying this industry!"
"Besides, with a company quietly supporting you, what are you afraid of? They'll drive traffic to you and make you famous!"
"What the hell!" Wang Zian cursed.
"Your works!" Zhang Yiming suddenly said, "I've seen them. Are you really willing to let those people in China ruin them?"
grass~~!
This kind of boss knows how to win people's hearts!
"I know you're talented, I can help you!"
Looking at Zhang Yiming's expression, Wang Zian sighed.
"You're quite the judge of character, aren't you, almost forty years old?"
"I've really made up my mind, I'm going to spend my undergraduate years at Beijing Film Academy!"
"Anyway, I'm not short of money. As for other things, I'll do whatever makes me happy."
I thought Zhang Yiming would be happy to hear this, but I didn't expect him to be so shocked.
"Bro, I was just kidding. You're such a good student, why would you go to the Beijing Film Academy?"
Wang Zian smirked, "It's alright! I'll just tell everyone that you were the one who encouraged me to go to the Beijing Film Academy!"
"No!!" Zhang Yiming grabbed his sleeve, almost jumping off the chair. "If you do that, my teacher will call and yell at me to death."
"Hehe~! I've already finished reading the book, all that's left is to put it into practice~!"
"I was originally thinking of shooting a travel documentary first to test my skills, and you just happened to come to me. Short videos are fine too!"
"However, I might shoot something that's three to five minutes long!"
When the topic of serious work came up, Zhang Yiming's playful and surprised expression vanished.
He sat up straight, crossed his hands again on the edge of the table, and looked steadily at him.
"I can grant you the license, but you need to ensure the quality!"
"Believe me, the notebook is all in my head~!" Wang Zian pointed to his head.
"Alright, let me introduce you to our recruited team!"
"No need!" Wang Zian raised his hand to stop. "Let them film on their own first, to prepare for the worst. If I don't become popular, you'll still have a backup plan."
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Since I've already decided to take a look at the Beijing Film Academy...
Prince An just wanted to do a good job.
Let's start recruiting our teammates!
That afternoon, Wang Zian made a phone call to someone in Hangzhou.
Before she could even complain, Wang Zian offered a much better deal than Taobao modeling and more than any part-time job she had ever taken at school, adding, "I've already bought your plane ticket for tomorrow morning."
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a breath that sounded like both a sigh and a concession, and finally, the words were thrown over: "You wait, I'm packing my things."
Next, I contacted Zhou Ye.
They arranged to meet at a bubble tea shop.
The milk tea shop is small, and the window seat was empty, with sunlight shining through the glass onto the light-colored wooden tabletop.
Zhou Ye sat opposite him, holding a cup of bubble tea in her hand. The straw was flattened from being bitten, and a layer of fine water droplets condensed on the cup.
She lowered her head, pursed her lips to the straw, spoke for a while, then took another sip, her cheeks puffing out slightly before deflating.