Rebirth: An Outlier in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 33 The Birth of the Music of the Yellow Millet Dream

When Huang Haidong came in, he saw his eldest son lying on a large office chair, enjoying a gentle massage from his assistant.

"Cough cough—!" Huang Haidong coughed twice, pretending to cough.

"Good morning, Chairman!" Little Potato immediately stood at attention obediently.

Despite how this little potato calls Huang Haidong "Uncle Dong" in front of Huang Yiliang, when they actually meet, she immediately remembers what Huang Haidong told her: in the company, you should address someone by their title.

"You can go out now! I have something to discuss with your general manager." Huang Haidong waved his hand.

"Yes, Chairman!" Little Potato scurried away briskly.

"Chairman?" Huang Yiliang looked at his father with utter speechlessness.

"We are a limited liability company with only the two of us as shareholders. We don't even have a board of directors, so where did this chairman come from? Did you appoint him yourself?"

"I sealed it myself."

Huang Haidong said matter-of-factly, "My son is already a general manager, so I, as his father, can't have a lower position than you!"

"If I were in a lower position than you, what would my old friends think of me? What would my colleagues at the station think of me? What would the beautiful women at the bathhouse think of me? They might even give me a discount when they provide their services."

Huang Yiliang: "..."

"Don't worry! Your old man doesn't manage anything. I just hold the title and show off. When your old man goes out to socialize, he can say that he is the chairman of Zhiyou.com and he can drink a few less drinks."

Huang Yiliang nodded: "I'll discuss your salary and benefits with the finance department later."

Zhiyou.com will definitely need to raise funds and go public in the future. It's good that Huang Haidong has secured a position, as he can get a larger share of the profits.

"Haha, there's even money to be made! You're truly my own son, you can't earn less than me!" Huang Haidong patted his son's shoulder happily.

"Come downstairs, Dad has a gift for you." Huang Haidong waved.

Parking lot of Zhiyou.com office building.

"You're a general manager now, it's not appropriate for you to keep riding a motorcycle. How about this car?" Huang Haidong proudly waved the car keys in his hand to his son.

Huang Yiliang stared in disbelief at the black sedan in front of him: "Is that a Mercedes-Benz W14?"

"It'll cost at least one or two million to land here. Are you going to sell your house?"

Huang Haidong waved his hand: "No need. This is a 1998 Mercedes-Benz W14 (Tiger Head), it's discontinued, it's secondhand. Besides, who's smart to buy a new car!"

Huang Yiliang glared at Huang Haidong, annoyed. "How much?"

"Two hundred thousand." Huang Haidong chuckled.

"No way!" Huang Yiliang took the car keys from his father.

The car looks brand new, with no scratches or dents.

He also noted that it was a six-year-old top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz with a 320-horsepower V8 engine, which would have cost at least two million yuan when it was new.

Huang Yiliang couldn't wait to start the car. He immediately knew that Huang Haidong had lied to him. The car had only driven a little over 50,000 kilometers. He was dreaming of a car worth 200,000.

"How much exactly?" Huang Yiliang asked impatiently.

"Really, two hundred thousand!" Huang Haidong quickly explained when he saw his son was about to lose his temper.

"Hunan TV had a really popular Super Girl show, right? CCTV has teamed up with Beijing TV to create a big talent show called 'Avenue of Stars'."

"The preliminary selection has already begun, and our station's leaders have assigned me to be in charge of sound effects and part of the stage setup."

"A local boss from Shaanxi came to me saying that he really loves music, has a very special voice, and wants to improve it so he can appear on TV. I agreed to let him advance to the preliminary rounds a few times to have some fun. I didn't take any money from him; it was just because he loves music. I even kindly spent money to buy him an old car that he doesn't drive anymore."

Huang Yiliang: "..."

You kindly spent 200,000 yuan to buy someone else's luxury car worth over 2 million yuan.

Thanks!

Huang Yiliang rubbed the steering wheel. Although the interior of this car was a bit outdated, the quality was really good, far superior to his father's BMW.

"There's one more thing, could you ask your friend to write another song, with payment?" Huang Haidong continued.

"You want to befriend that nouveau riche boss?" After all, they are father and son, and Huang Yiliang immediately guessed Huang Haidong's intention.

Huang Haidong nodded: "I asked around about him through friends. He started out in the mineral resources business and has a wide network of connections in Shaanxi."

"Mainly, I heard from Mr. Yang that the kind of internet company you founded will require a lot of money to burn in the future, so you will definitely need to find investors."

"I was thinking, since we're going to be attracting investment anyway, why not take investment from this country bumpkin instead of from our competitors? He doesn't know anything except how to give money. In the end, we're the ones who call the shots."

Huang Yiliang was stunned after hearing Huang Haidong's words.

His father doesn't understand computers or the internet, but he understands basic business rules and human nature, and he can even apply them.

"Dad! You've worked so hard!" Huang Yiliang said, somewhat moved.

"Hey, what's so hard about it? This country bumpkin boss has spent half his life holed up in Shaanxi. He's never seen the glitz and glamour of Beijing. I take him to nightclubs and bathhouses every night, and he always insists on paying the bill. I'm so happy."

Huang Haidong waved his hand.

He wasn't used to those sentimental things between father and son.

"Then I'll give you the song tomorrow."

"good!"

"Drive slowly, don't drive like your dad does, with your foot practically on the gas. This car is super powerful and uses a lot of fuel."

"knew!"

......

At the entrance of the Industry and Commerce Bureau.

The trump card is already waiting.

Huang Yiliang has already produced several songs, so he can no longer operate in his personal capacity. He needs to register a new music company.

"The Dream of Yellow Millet" Music

This guy originally planned to keep it all to himself, but he was unexpectedly moved by Huang Haidong and finally decided to stick to the old rules: he would take 90% and Huang Haidong would take 10%.

"Brother Liang, you've got a new car! It's a Mercedes, right? That's a nice car!"

Wang Zha didn't know what a "Tiger Head Benz" was, but he knew about the Mercedes-Benz emblem. In his mind, as long as it was a Mercedes-Benz, it was a good car.

"Who is this?" Wang Zha looked at Little Potato, who got out of the passenger seat, with a puzzled expression.

Huang Yiliang may complain about Little Potato, but his actions tell a different story.

Little Potato is indeed skilled at massage, well-behaved, and has a keen eye; she's more than capable of being a personal assistant.

Since she's being used as a personal assistant, she'll definitely be taken along when there are errands to run, after all, it's 3000 yuan a month.

"Zhao—!"

"Zhao Liying! I'm the boss's assistant." Little Potato quickly answered, remembering that the boss didn't know her name.

"Oh! Hello, Miss Zhao, I'm Wang Zha, I'm running errands for Brother Liang." Wang Zha nodded and smiled.

He gave Huang Yiliang a strange look. This skinny, weak guy with no chest or buttocks, Brother Liang didn't like this type either.

"Hello, Brother Zha, just call me Xiaoying," Little Potato said politely with a smile.

Huang Yiliang glared at her, and she immediately straightened her back.

Wang Zha: "Brother Liang, all the documents have been submitted, we're just waiting for you to come and sign them."

Huang Yiliang shook his head: "Change the data!"

"Ah—! Okay, Brother Liang!"

Wang Zha immediately nodded.

They showed no reluctance whatsoever that having to go through the process again to modify their information required them to queue up again.