These were the pillars of the Huayi Brothers, and they were also big names in the Chinese entertainment industry. Shuang Bing's movie remuneration had reached 10 million, and Wang Xiaoming and Wang Baoqiang's remuneration was not less than that.
Tonight, they were all present, giving Ye Han a lot of face.
It took more than three hours to get here from Shanghai. It was already late at night.
For the entertainment industry, this was the beginning of nightlife.
Wang Lei jumped out of the car and handed the car keys to his assistant. Then, he held Ye Han's hand and exchanged greetings with the artistes under him.
Behind Wang Xiaoming, Ye Han saw Angela, who was as thin as a paper doll. Seeing her in person, Ye Han confirmed her previous judgment. She was so ugly.
After the greetings, everyone walked into the living room of the Prince's mansion.
Before Ye Han transmigrated, she had never entered such an extremely wealthy villa, and this body of Ye Han did not either. At most, she had only seen some luxurious houses outside.
Today was an eye-opener. However, no matter how shocked he was, he couldn't be like Granny Liu when she entered the Grand View Garden.
Ye Han calmly followed Wang Lei into his incomparably luxurious banquet hall.
There was already a long table here. The long table was filled with dishes, and they were all steaming.
There were all kinds of foreign wines on the table, red and white, all written in the Latin-language, English, French, Italian, German-Ye Han didn't know these words anyway.
"Little Ye, what wine do you like to drink? Today, we won't go home until we're drunk. No, we won't go home until we're drunk. Let's drink to our hearts 'content!”
Wang Lei enthusiastically pointed at the wine and said to Ye Han.
Wang Xiaoming and the rest were a little surprised that Wang Lei was treating Ye Han so respectfully. The rest of them were jealous.
What's so great about a newly-popular D-list celebrity?
Were those scripts really written by him? Why couldn't she tell that he had the ability to do so?
As for Wang Baoqiang, he only smiled foolishly. As an A-list celebrity, he had always been strict with himself as a walk-on-role. He said that he could only jump higher by lowering his posture. This was also the survival wisdom of a small character like him.
"President Wang, let me take a look at the contract first. If we sign it, we can drink until dawn.”
Ye Han sat down and said. She thought to herself that if she was half-drunk and signed a contract that she would regret very much, wouldn't she be in trouble? In the martial world, there were knives everywhere. It was necessary to be on guard against others. There were too many swords in the heart.
Wang Lei smiled and quickly called his female secretary over. He took out a contract that he had prepared and handed it to Ye Han.
Ye Han looked at it and decided to sign the contract.
The Hua Yi Brothers seemed to be very sincere. They gave him 20 million yuan for a three-year contract and only made one request, which was to write a comedy movie for the Hua Yi Brothers every year. Or a script for a TV series.
However, the standard had to reach the artistic heights of Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow and Old Tune, New Songs.
Wasn't this easy? To Ye Han, this was simply money falling from the sky onto her head.
However, thinking about it, if it wasn't for the large number of comedy works he had brought from his previous life, it would be really difficult for him to forcefully create it.
Fortunately, Ye Han was least worried about this.
Therefore, he quickly signed the paper contract.
After signing, Wang Lei's smile became even brighter. He told Ye Han that his brother and Feng Dagang would be here soon. They would also be attending the party.
A Rolls-Royce Phantom sped along the Second Ring Road in Beijing.
Two people were chatting in the backseat of the car. They were Wang Jun and Feng Dagang.
Wang Jun suddenly said seriously," Da Gang, we're good buddies and childhood friends. We've been together since we were young. We've been spitting on pedestrians from upstairs to downstairs. Tell me the truth. Can that Ye Han create a good comedy?" Don't hesitate, reply in seconds.
Feng Dagang made an "ugh" sound and then immediately replied,
"Jun 'er, don't look at me like I have small eyes. I have a good eye for people. Ye Han, Xiao Ye is definitely at that level. Don't forget that I'm a director and a scriptwriter.”
Only then did Wang Jun smile and say,
"I believe in your judgment."
Feng Dagang smiled,"I only believe in my own judgment."
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