I am a Big Player
Chapter 581 - 575. Chen Da’s Old Grudges (Second Update)_1

Chapter 581: 575. Chen Da’s Old Grudges (Second Update)_1

When Zhang Ming and Chen Da realized this, they both inhaled sharply in shock—Luohe was ranked third in the nation for cinema chains. These chains were just a few large companies holding sway, and being third was nearly the same as controlling a third of the market...

If Ren He was truly planning to use Luohe’s film scheduling to crush the market, regardless of what movies Qinghe Film and Television produced, then rely on the actual reputation of the movies to take on the remaining market, how could such a rogue company lose money?

Ren He actually understood this point even clearer than them. In his past life, whenever Wanda Film released its own movies, it had no qualms about overpowering Feng Xiaogang to the point where "I Am Not Pan Jinlian" only secured a single-digit screen share, forcing Feng Xiaogang to desperately confront Wang Jianlin on Weibo. As a result, Feng Xiaogang was mercilessly ridiculed by netizens.

Yet, despite Wanda Film’s tactics, it had never lost money. With a net annual income of over half a billion, that was something others couldn’t help but envy. Since Wang Sicong and Lin Gengxin were friends, when Lin Gengxin’s movies were released, Wanda would increase the number of screenings, to the extent that even Wanda’s profile picture on apps like Meituan was changed to Lin Gengxin...

A terrible movie that should have lost money ended up making a profit...

Therefore, some people called Lin Gengxin a "Good Medicine" for the box office, but his "medicine" was a bit different from others...

Now, Mrs. Ren held all the resources of Luohe Film and Television in her hands, and they were no worse than Wanda Film!

In fact, the biggest players in the entertainment industry were only influential within their own circles. When a behemoth like Qinghe entered the scene, they could do nothing but watch helplessly.

This was precisely what Zhang Ming found most satisfying about the situation—who wouldn’t like a business where profits were assured? He owned shares in Qinghe Film and Television, after all...

Chen Da also closed his eyes to consider Zhang Ming’s words, his mind conjuring up the image of that woman, but there was nothing he could do at the moment but wait. Because he didn’t know what Ren He’s stance really was, would the other party support him?

Considering it, Chen Da thought that Ren He must have established Qinghe Film and Television with the intent to make money. If he interfered with their profit-making plans, they might stop including him in their affairs.

The longer Chen Da lived, the more pragmatic he became, but this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

...

Chongqing, the mountain city.

This place is a national central city, a super-large city, the world capital of hot springs, the economic, financial, and innovation center of the upper Yangtze River region, as well as the political, cultural, technological, educational, and artistic hub. It’s an international metropolis as identified by the State Council. A comprehensive transportation hub, it combines water, land, and air transportation in the midwestern region.

When Chongqing became a municipality directly under the central government, there were doubts—why Chongqing?

However, years had passed, and time had proven just how correct the national decision was.

The Chongqing of today is rich, prosperous, and like a paradise on earth.

It must be said that the national think tanks were truly remarkable. In his previous life, Ren He had the opportunity to listen to a public lecture by an advisor from the State Council. The advisor had a deep understanding of the entire society, a true elite and genius.

In the early ’80s, countless people left China to witness the prosperous world abroad, with young people competing for academic spots just for the chance to take a look outside.

As a result, many were disoriented by the novel worldviews they encountered in foreign lands. Those countries seemed so prosperous that many people did everything possible to stay there.

Even if it meant working under the table with only a J-1 student visa, it would be worth the risk.

They say that domestically, there’s always talk of catching up with Britain and America, but those who have been there understand that it’s unrealistic, that even in ten thousand years, we couldn’t catch up.

However, time eventually proved everything. In his previous life, before Ren He crossed over, China had already become powerful and wealthy enough.

At this moment, the night view of the mountain city was spectacular, thanks to the undulating terrain and the layers of buildings ascending the mountains. When night fell, thousands of lights from countless homes twinkled high and low, like stars in the sky, dazzling to the extreme.

Ren He stood in the international city of Chongqing, gazing at the rivers encircling it, the twin bridges adjacent. In the rivers, hundreds of boats competed with one another, their lights reflecting brightly. The bridges were a myriad of colors, like dragons in motion, each lively and distinct, akin to the never-sleeping Sky City.

Ren He had Qinghe Film and Television’s staff book the best hotel; after all, he wanted to stay somewhere nice himself. If he ended up in some damp motel where he couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, what would he do?

But if he stayed alone, wouldn’t it come off as a bit too aloof? Better to eat and live alongside the staff. That way, everyone could enjoy a higher standard.

Sixty percent of Qinghe Film and Television’s staff came directly from the Qinghe Group, with the remaining forty percent being Zhang Ming’s team. Moreover, Zhang Ming’s team never took positions in administration, HR, or finance, showing complete trust in Ren He.

However, cooperation was cooperation. Ren He had specifically told the finance and HR directors that hiring decisions could be made by Zhang Ming alone, and that Zhang Ming had full financial authority.

This made Zhang Ming feel greatly trusted; however, he had no idea that Ren He simply wanted to be a hands-off boss...

If Zhang Ming and the big shots from Qinghe Group interacted more, perhaps he would understand this...

After arriving in Chongqing, Yang Xi went out to explore alone, reporting her safety to Ren He daily. She visited several attractions each day, enjoying herself immensely by herself, leaving Ren He a bit bemused; his girlfriend was indeed very independent.

But this was also a good thing. They both had flown in, and even though Yang Xi wore a mask and sunglasses, the flight attendants still recognized her, and a bunch of people lined up for autographs.

Fortunately, they had anticipated this, so even though they were on the same flight, they pretended not to know each other. It was just for a few hours, and soon enough, they arrived.

Zhang Ming, Liu Erbao, and their motorcade didn’t arrive until the afternoon of the third day. After all, it’s 1934 kilometers from the Capital to Chongqing, and no one can handle continuous driving—fortunately, everyone had ample time and thus they weren’t in a rush.

Zhang Ming called Ren He to say that they had arrived at the hotel, and the staff were handling the check-in procedures in the lobby. Ren He changed his clothes and went downstairs to meet them.

As soon as he reached the lobby, he found the film crew gathered around, apparently doing something, with a group of unfamiliar people opposite them. Chen Da stood with a steely face across from a beautiful woman, beside whom was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, exuding an imposing air.

Before he had figured out what was going on, he saw Chen Da, who had been holding back for a long time, suddenly say to his people, "I’m okay."

Then, he turned and walked away from the woman. When he turned his head and saw Ren He, his expression became somewhat unnatural, and he hurried to explain to Ren He, "It’s just some of my own past troubles. It won’t affect the crew."

Ren He knew about the trivial issues he had. It was just about offending someone, which, to Ren He, was not an issue at all... But who was this woman? She seemed to have some kind of grudge with Chen Da.

He raised an eyebrow and turned to ask Zhang Ming, "Director Zhang, what’s going on here?"