Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 53 Chinese New Year

After the annual meeting, Chenxi Company entered its holiday period.

Apart from a few high-level executives and a few artists with scheduled appearances, everyone else was given a month's annual leave by Fu Yibai.

"Little White Tiger, you should go home for the holidays too."

You don't need to stay at the company with me.

Fu Yibai, who was looking at this year's income and expenditure statement, said to Liu Yan without looking up.

Hearing Fu Yibai's special nickname, which he only used in bed, made Liu Yan feel a little hot.

My parents came to Beijing to spend the Chinese New Year with me this year.

So I can work until New Year's Eve...

"Working until New Year's Eve? You're such a good employee. Even I, as the boss, can't work until New Year's Eve."

Fu Yibai chuckled and joked.

"Boss, could you move your chair back a bit..."

Liu Yan placed her hand on Fu Yibai's arm and gently rubbed it twice.

"What are you doing? I'm working."

Fu Yibai took a step back, not understanding why.

I want to work too!

After whispering something in his ear, Liu Yan crawled under the desk.

"Hiss~"

Fu Yibai didn't expect this little devil to be so passionate about her work, but since she enjoyed working hard, he couldn't very well refuse.

She could only let the other party do her assistant work.

Fu Yibai, however, calmly reviewed the reports.

This year, Morning Light Company's total revenue after taxes and fees is 186 million.

Of this, ringback tone revenue accounted for more than half.

This year's total expenditures amounted to over 80 million yuan. After paying taxes, the company now has over 70 million yuan in cash on hand.

"Next year's film and television investments won't require that much money, so it seems we need to establish a company specifically for investing in the cultural and entertainment industry."

Fu Yibai plans to establish an investment company wholly owned by Chenxi Media to make full use of the company's funds.

Over the next few days, the festive atmosphere in Beijing gradually intensified.

The company has entered a full-scale Spring Festival holiday.

January 21st, the 1th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Fu Yibai drove back to his parents' house.

"Dad, Mom, I'm home!"

Fu Yibai pushed open the door and shouted loudly.

"What are you shouting for? If you're coming back, then come back."

Fu Jianlin sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, scolding without even looking up.

Fu Yibai smiled and placed the gift boxes he was carrying on the entryway cabinet.

Mother Li Hui poked her head out of the kitchen, wearing an apron around her waist and holding a spatula in her hand.

"Yi Bai is back?"

Quickly change your shoes and come inside to warm up.

Is the road congested?

"It's alright, not too congested at this time."

Fu Yibai took off his coat, hung it up, changed into slippers, and walked into the living room.

The house was well-heated, and a thin layer of white mist covered the windowpanes. Occasionally, the sound of firecrackers could be heard outside.

"Dad, what are you looking at?"

Fu Yibai sat down on the single sofa next to his father.

Fu Jianlin then put down the newspaper, took off his reading glasses, and looked his son over a few times.

My son seemed more composed than when I last saw him; the sharpness between his brows had been well concealed, but his eyes were deeper.

"Just browsing."

Fu Jianlin spoke calmly, but there was a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction in his eyes.

"You've made quite a splash this year; we keep hearing news about you."

"It's alright, it's alright."

Fu Yibai poured himself a glass of hot water.

"Mom, do you need any help?"

"No need, no need. You talk to your dad, the food will be ready soon."

Li Hui's voice came from the kitchen, filled with the satisfaction of being busy.

The father and son were speechless for a moment.

Fu Jianlin is a serious person who doesn't talk much, but he has always been quietly concerned about his son's career.

"Are you confident about things in Berlin?"

Fu Jianlin suddenly asked, his gaze falling on his son's face.

Fu Yibai knew that his father was asking about the award application for "No Country for Old Men".

"The work itself is fine, and I've done all the necessary preparations. The result depends on the jury, but I'm confident."

"Um."

Fu Jianlin nodded.

"That's how you should do things: give it your all, but don't be too fixated on the result."

You are still young, and you have a long road ahead of you.

"Know."

"that……"

Fu Jianlin seemed somewhat hesitant, carefully considering his words.

"I also saw in the newspaper that you and that Fan... Fan Binbin, you're getting quite close?"

Fu Yibai remained expressionless.

"She is an actress that the company is considering for their next project, and we have worked together quite a bit."

The media loves to make unfounded accusations.

He did not completely deny it, but gave a reasonable explanation of "working relationship".

There are some things that parents don't need to know too clearly.

Fu Jianlin glanced at his son and didn't ask any further questions.

My son is grown up; he has his own world and sense of boundaries. I just need to remind him appropriately.

"Just know it yourself."

This circle is full of temptations and troubles.

It's not easy to gain a foothold; don't let anything trip you up.

"I see."

Li Hui brought out two plates of food, interrupting the somewhat serious conversation between the father and son.

"What are you chatting about? Come help bring the dishes, it's time to eat!"

The aroma of home-style dishes wafted through the air: sweet and sour pork ribs, braised fish, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, mushroom and chicken soup... all of which Fu Yibai loved to eat.

The family of three sat around the dining table, the food steaming, while outside the window the night deepened, and occasionally fireworks lit up the distant horizon with faint light.

"Eat more, you've lost weight again recently."

Li Hui kept putting food on her son's plate.

"The company is busy, but it's okay, I can manage."

"When are we going to Berlin?" Li Hui asked.

"The opening is on February 5th, and I plan to leave around February 3rd."

"How long will it take?"

"It depends on the situation, probably more than half a month."

Fu Yibai paused for a moment.

"If I win an award, I might have to stay for a few more days for media interviews and receptions."

"Whether you win an award or not, be careful and eat on time."

In her eyes, her son's career achievements are important, but his health is even more important.

"Um."

After dinner, Fu Yibai watched TV with his parents for a while and chatted about everyday matters.

Time flew by and the New Year arrived.

Since the afternoon, Fu Yibai's phone has been constantly ringing.

All sorts of New Year's greetings calls came in, from company employees, executives, artists, and heads of companies that had previously collaborated or were seeking collaborations.

Li Hui made dumplings while looking at her son with a sense of satisfaction.

"Old Fu, your son has really made something of himself these days. He's getting more New Year's greetings calls than you have."

Fu Jianlin, who was also making dumplings, looked up at Fu Yibai and said calmly, "His career is just starting out, and it's normal for him to receive a lot of phone calls at this time."

.........

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Fu Yibai watched the Spring Festival Gala with his parents for a while.

"Mom and Dad, I have work tomorrow, so I'll go home and rest first."

"Are you going back to work tomorrow?"

"Why not rest for a couple more days?"

Li Hui asked with concern.

"I've had enough rest, but there's still a lot of work to prepare for at the start of the new year."

"Finish it quickly so you can go to Berlin with peace of mind."

After saying that, Fu Yibai returned to his room.