Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Little Red Car Modu Branch Office
Wei Feng looked up the Hugo Award on his phone and discovered it was basically the Nobel Prize of the science fiction world.
Seeing that he’d managed to persuade Wei Feng, Wu Yun smiled. "President Wei, with technological advancements, perhaps sci-fi films won’t be our weakness in the future!"
Wei Feng nodded and smiled as well. "Since President Wu has so much confidence in Liu Cixin’s books, I’ll arrange for someone to contact him as soon as the company is on the right track in the next few days."
Wu Yun continued, "Also, the company can adapt real events into movies. Just as you mentioned, President Wei, patriotic films and TV series will receive strong support from the state in the coming years. So, we shouldn’t just focus on acquiring existing IPs; we can create our own."
"President Wei, are you aware of the October 5th case, where Chinese sailors were murdered in the Golden Triangle?" Wu Yun asked.
Wei Feng spun the pen in his hand a few times, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "President Wu, you’re talking about the Mekong River Massacre from two or three years ago, right? It caused a huge stir in the country back then. The murderers were arrested and executed last year."
Based on Wei Feng’s experience, the event had a clear cause, effect, and main characters. With the addition of a few fictional characters, it would make for a great script!
"President Wei, you can contact directors and screenwriters like Lin Chaoshan to start writing the script. Once *Wolf Warrior* is released and opens up the market for patriotic films, that will be the time to start shooting or release the Mekong River movie."
Wei Feng jotted down everything Wu Yun said. Afterward, the two of them held a series of discussions regarding the company’s investments, development, and other matters.
As for other profitable movies and TV shows of the future, some were still in their infancy, so he didn’t go into detail with Wei Feng.
As lunchtime approached, Wu Yun declined Wei Feng’s invitation to eat. Under Wei Feng’s understanding gaze, he drove his little Frog straight to the Modu Drama Academy.
When Wu Yun arrived, Qi Fei had already finished her classes and was waiting for him at the school gate.
From a long way off, Wu Yun spotted her slender and graceful figure standing under the shade of a tree.
The little Frog pulled up smoothly beside Qi Fei. Under the watchful eyes of several onlookers, it drove away with the most famous beauty in the entire school, disappearing into the flow of traffic.
"Qi Fei, what should we get to eat?" Wu Yun was famished.
"Let’s just grab something quick. We have a lot to do this afternoon," Qi Fei said without looking up, busy sending messages on her phone.
During the meal, Wu Yun told Qi Fei about the outcome of his discussion with Wei Feng and the company’s future development. He told her to be prepared and study hard, as a filming project could come up at any time.
After the meal, Wu Yun dropped Qi Fei back at school. He then followed his navigation to the address Li Qiuliang had sent him: the Modu branch of Little Red Car.
The Little Red Car Modu branch was located in the Zhangjiang High-Tech Park.
Wu Yun easily found the office building where the Little Red Car Modu branch was located.
"Welcome to the Little Red Car Modu branch! Sir, how may I help you?"
As Wu Yun entered the glass doors, the young woman at the reception desk stood up and asked.
"I’m looking for Zhang Cheng! My name is Wu Yun. I told him I was coming."
The two receptionists exchanged a glance, a question instantly forming in their minds. Zhang Cheng was the branch manager. For someone as young as Wu Yun to so casually use his full name, he must have a significant background.
The receptionist closer to the entrance smiled. "Please wait a moment, sir. I’ll go and confirm for you. Please have a seat on the sofa and rest. I’ll be right back."
With that, she walked toward the back office area.
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!~"
"Come in!"
"President Zhang, someone named Wu Yun is here to see you. He says he has an appointment." The receptionist said, pushing the door open and standing at the entrance.
Inside the office, a short, stout man shot up from his chair. "Where is he? That’s the company’s chairman!"
Zhang Cheng quickly walked around his desk and hurried out of the office himself.
Wu Yun was sitting on the sofa sipping warm water when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps. A short, stout man in his thirties walked over, his face wreathed in a smile like a Laughing Maitreya. From a good distance away, Zhang Cheng was already bowing slightly and extending his right hand. "President Wu, hello! I’m Zhang Cheng. Welcome to the branch office for your inspection! I thought you weren’t coming for another couple of days!"
Zhang Cheng’s words startled the other receptionist. The one who had just gone to notify him picked up her phone, typed a few words, and sent a message.
"Hello, President Zhang. It was a last-minute decision to come today. I just happened to have nothing else to do this afternoon." Wu Yun smiled and shook Zhang Cheng’s hand.
The glasses displayed Zhang Cheng’s stats: Proficient in Management, Master Level in Public Relations, Master of Oratory.
’I didn’t expect Zhang Cheng’s most outstanding skill to be public relations, not management.’ Looking at his round belly, Wu Yun couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. ’What a talent!’
Zhang Cheng made an inviting gesture. "President Wu, this way, please! I’ll give you a tour of the branch office and brief you on the situation."
Wu Yun followed Zhang Cheng inside, leaving the two receptionists whispering to each other.
"So that’s the company chairman! He’s seriously tall, rich, and handsome!" exclaimed the receptionist who had stayed behind.
"Stop your overbearing CEO daydreams. The chairman is here, so we’d better not slack off today!"
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"President Wu, the branch office was established not long ago. It’s mainly comprised of on-the-ground promotion and logistics staff, so the office space doesn’t need to be too large. Aside from some administrative and app maintenance personnel, most everyone else is either at the warehouse or out canvassing the market," Zhang Cheng said as he led Wu Yun on a tour of the branch office.
The office space didn’t feel very large to Wu Yun, perhaps only four or five hundred square meters, similar in size to Xingyun Media.
Under the curious gazes of the office staff, Wu Yun followed Zhang Cheng into the general manager’s office.
"President Zhang, how many Little Red Cars do we have in stock right now?" Wu Yun asked, getting straight to the point.
Zhang Cheng answered without hesitation, "President Wu, as of the ten o’clock count this morning, our total inventory of vehicles has reached eighty thousand. We expect to reach 150,000 by the 12th or 13th. At that time, we will deploy them all at once across the streets and alleys of Modu."
The original plan was to deploy an initial batch early, but after repeated studies and calculations a few days ago, the final decision was to deploy them all at once. This would maximize the promotional effect. Wu Yun was already aware of this plan. In fact, he was perfectly clear on the branch’s personnel structure and all its data.
Through Li Qiuliang’s reports and the system’s real-time monitoring of his companies, Wu Yun was even more aware of the company’s profits and expenditures than Li Qiuliang, right down to the last decimal point.
Wu Yun’s visit to the branch office was mainly to meet his subordinates in person and to see the company’s actual situation for himself.
Afterward, Zhang Cheng reported the number of Little Red Car registrations and other metrics to Wu Yun. The numbers showed some growth compared to Li Qiuliang’s report and were more or less consistent with the data from the system’s monitoring.
Wu Yun chatted with Zhang Cheng for nearly an hour before he stood up and said, "President Zhang, your tasks will become even more demanding once we start the large-scale deployment of the bikes. I’ll likely be in Capital City on the 12th and 13th, so I’ll need you to oversee things here on the ground. I’m counting on you!"
Zhang Cheng quickly replied with an obsequious smile, "It’s all in service of the company. Our existence only has value if the company succeeds."
Wu Yun nodded and smiled. "Since I’m in Modu, I’ll be the host tomorrow night. Let’s organize a company dinner. Everyone who can make it should come. President Zhang, please have someone get a headcount and book a place."
