Author: The Pigeon Who Never Doves

Zhang Debang, who was smoking happily, was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed.

After careful calculation, Huo Yunting and Huayi's contract is about to end - will they open a personal studio?

After a moment of confusion and confusion, he quickly gathered his thoughts and thought of another serious question.

What about yourself?

Should you stay in Huayi or follow Huo Yunting to start a business?

If you follow Huo Yunting to work in a studio, your position will definitely not be lower, but you will probably die suddenly. If you stay in Huayi, you may be stable, but with your current status as half agent and half assistant, if Huo Yunting leaves, you may not be able to survive.

Become a nanny assistant.

His brain was working rapidly, and he didn't have two seconds to make a choice.

"Brother Huo, I will definitely follow you." Zhang Debang said calmly, looking ahead, "I will follow you to conquer a big country."

"Lao Zhang, this is related to your future career, so you have to think about it." Huo Yunting looked at him with a half-smile, "What if my studio doesn't explode and explode, you can't handle it well.

You have to go back and be the leader of the group."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Debang's momentum shrank.

But after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Huo, I will follow you."

As Huo Yunting said at the beginning, most of his resources came to him on their own initiative, and few of them were helped by Huayi.

Then if he is afraid of nothing, just do it!

Anyway, he had saved a little money over the years. If he lost the real bet, he would set up a pancake stall in front of Mengmeng School. I can't say that he would be rich, but he would definitely starve to death.

Seeing Zhang Debang's unpredictable expression, Huo Yunting patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old Zhang, come with me to set up a studio. There will be no stability in the future."

Zhang Debang nodded quite seriously.

He is in his forties and has gambled twice in his life. Once when he was married to his wife, and the other time is now.

"Okay, let's clean up and prepare the studio."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Debang understood that from now on in this studio, he would be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

My heart suddenly swelled, but then deflated again. How many people could there be in this studio?

"Brother Huo, I'll leave first and I'll send you a message then."

"Go slowly, I won't send you off."

After Zhang Debang left, Huo Yunting stood on the balcony and watched the sunset over the mountains. He was bitten several times and then he slipped back into the house.

Damn it, it’s just summer and there are so many mosquitoes?

You enter from the balcony and go directly to the bedroom. There is a cupboard opposite the bed.

It is a wooden cabinet with glass doors, and each row has partitions that are removable.

Open the suitcase, take out a tin box, open it, and take out a piece of yellowed paper inside.

Carefully unfolding it, he took out the picture frame from his backpack, framed the petition with countless red handprints, and stuffed it into a small compartment in the cupboard.

Then there was a little tattered pamphlet with "Twelve Methods of the Two-Handed Mantis Sword" written on it, which was placed next to the petition.

After looking at the two things, he hesitated for a moment, took off the prayer beads from his wrist, and placed them under the petition.

After closing the glass cabinet, Huo Yunting looked at it quietly for a while and exhaled.

"You have to keep it."

Early the next morning, the ratings for the first day of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" were released.

This version of "Legend of the Condor Heroes" is special in that it is broadcast on a local station instead of a satellite station, so it receives less traffic.

Similarly, the ratings cannot be compared with those of satellite channels.

There are also many local channels showing it, including Jiangsu, AH, Xiamen, Wuhan, Sichuan...

Looking at the ratings in various places, the highest one was Jiangsu Variety Channel, which had more than 7 points on the first day, and the lowest one was AH Satellite TV, which had 3.56 points.

Huo Yunting didn't know much about the ratings, but judging from the ratings on the first day, the overall trend should be at a high level.

However, it is useless to look at the first day alone. We also need to look at the subsequent development.

Turn off the computer, get up and walk towards the company.

If you carefully calculate how many days are left in your contract, if you don't want to renew it, you have to tell them in advance.

I called Wang Zhongjun and told him that I had something important to talk to him about. Then I heard the sound of a cup being knocked down on the other end of the phone.

"Yunting, this matter about you...can you briefly talk about it on the phone? I can also prepare myself mentally first."

Huo Yunting thought for a while and said, "Mr. Wang, let's talk in person. It's not easy to talk on the phone."

After a short silence, a voice came from the mobile phone, "Okay, you come to the company now, I'm here."

"Okay, Mr. Wang."

After coming out of the villa, Huo Yunting waited for a long time before a taxi passed by.

"I said, buddy, are you repairing people's water pipes?"

The driver was very talkative. He looked at Huo Yunting who had just got into the car in the rearview mirror. Seeing that his mask was tightly covered, he guessed, "What, is it a toilet?"

"Hmm...don't I look like the owner?"

"AUV, buddy, you're just joking, it's not funny. We've bought all the villas in this high-end villa area, how can we still miss out on a car?"

Huo Yunting suddenly realized that no wonder there were not many taxis here.

It seems that it is quite important to have your own driver. You cannot always take a taxi. After all, the driver can be there at any time, but the taxi cannot.

When he arrived at the company, the two new girls at the front desk asked him for an autograph, and then took the elevator straight to Wang Zhongjun's office.

Knocking on the door, a dull voice came, "Please come in."

"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I was delayed a bit on the way and I'm late."

"It's okay." Wang Zhongjun sat upright and waved his hands, "Let's just talk about it. If there is any big matter, we must meet in person to discuss it."

His expression was as calm as the sea, but in fact he was extremely panicked. Could this kid have signed a life and death certificate with someone and beat him to death?

It's not an exaggeration, he really doubted that Huo Yunting could do it!

He has heard all about it. In March when he was filming "The King of Kung Fu" in Hengdian, he punched Cheng Long and kicked Jet Li. Now he doesn't call him Huo Yunting.

What's your name? Huo Ji!

Moreover, the two people this guy brought to the crew were directly promoted from odd jobs to the martial arts team.

Moreover, I heard that there was a certain guy with a mustache who hit very hard and hit the vital points. Many boys in the Yuan family class were beaten by him.

What is this? His accomplice, accomplice, accomplice!

This guy is not honest at all, he is just a martial arts idiot.

"Mr. Wang, that's it. Isn't my contract about to expire? I'm thinking of going out for a walk."

Wang Zhongjun was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that what he wrote was a tactful statement not to renew the contract.

I wasn't very angry, but I was a little happy.

"Oh, that's such a pity. We will cooperate again if we have the opportunity in the future."

Huh? Is it so easy to talk?

Huo Yunting was a little confused.

I can’t say that my current fame and position are very popular, but I can still be regarded as a stand-alone person, and Mr. Wang won’t even try to keep him.

Huo Yunting had some self-doubt. I don't cause trouble, so why am I so unpopular?

"Yunting, you are a good boy and a good actor. Huayi has indeed restricted your development. I hope you can have a bigger and broader stage in the future."

Wang Zhongjun looked at him with a hint of relief in his eyes.

To be honest, he has seen as many as eight hundred artists in his life, and Huo Yunting is definitely among the best.

It cannot be said that he is a good prospect to become an artist, I can only say that he is a born star.

The only bad thing is that the path is too wild.

He fights with people every now and then, whether it's sparring competitions or kung fu competitions. Privately, I don't know how many times this kid has fought with people.

It doesn't matter if he causes trouble, the most important thing is that there are people behind him to support him. And the people who support him may not be able to cause trouble themselves.

My scalp is numb now just thinking about that petition.

In fact, he had been thinking about how to speak tactfully in the past few days, but now he didn't have to think about it anymore, people came to him on their own initiative.

A decent breakup.

"By the way, Yunting, are you going to go to another agency from now on, or are you going to work alone?"

"Planning to open a studio."
To be continued...