Whenever Xie Yuping left Xie Jinghu hanging, Xie Jinghu would grow anxious.
At such times, Xie Yuping’s talks with him often yielded twice the result with half the effort.
Unexpectedly, the same tactic failed on Xie Qian… While Xie Yuping dealt with work, Xie Qian casually browsed books in Xie Yuping’s study, more at ease than the host himself.
Xie Yuping had no choice but to put down his pen, close the file, and rub his eyes.
“Tell me, the logistics company is doing so well, why do you suddenly want to start a film company?”
Xie Qian closed the book in his hand, “Don’t you know? I thought Secretary Zhong would’ve told you about my affairs in Chengdu.”
Cough.
Zhong Yong had indeed done so, but how could Xie Yuping admit that now!
“Zhong Yong doesn’t have time to keep tabs on you all day.”
Xie Yuping brushed the topic aside lightly, “I want to hear it from you. Even if you don’t want to do logistics, with so many fields out there, why must it be a film company?”
Xie Qian didn’t hide anything, “Because Jinhu happens to own a film company, with ready-made operations, so I don’t need to start from scratch.”
Not building from the ground up, but poaching from his own father?
This surprised Xie Yuping.
Not that poaching was wrong; Xie Yuping fully supported Xie Qian’s move.
In Xie Yuping’s view, the entire Jinhu Group should rightfully go to Xie Qian!
But Xie Qian was still too young, his ideas not mature enough. Even if he was eager to seize control and dabble in Jinhu Group’s businesses, starting with a film company seemed odd.
Xie Yuping had placed a “friend” in Jinhu Group to monitor Xie Jinghu’s finances, and based on the feedback, Xie Yuping had some understanding of Jinhu’s operations.
When Xie Qian mentioned Jinhu’s film company, Xie Yuping recalled it was called “Jiaxin,” based in Shanghai. Though he didn’t know why Xie Jinghu had acquired it, Jiaxin was definitely not a core asset of Jinhu Group.
It didn’t seem to make much money.
Nor did it lose money.
It was barely surviving, hanging on by a thread.
Xie Yuping supported Xie Qian’s ambition and was willing to help him seize opportunities, but only if Xie Qian had a sharp eye to judge what was truly valuable!
Jiaxin Film?
Not worth Xie Yuping’s effort!
Xie Tang’s mindset was clearly influenced by Xie Yuping. Picking up small shares here and there was fine, but to touch Jinhu Group’s businesses, one had to aim for the core.
Take the most profitable parts, and if Xie Jinghu wanted to give the rest to his mistress or illegitimate children, the loss would be within Xie Yuping’s acceptable range—miss the first strike, and the next would be harder, likely sparking fierce resistance from Xie Jinghu.
Xie Yuping was wholeheartedly planning for Xie Qian.
In his view, Xie Qian was still young. Running a logistics company was fine for practice, to learn how to deal with people. In a few years, when he was Xie Tang’s age, he could tackle Jinhu’s core businesses.
Even if Xie Qian proved more exceptional than expected, it would only speed up the timeline by two or three years.
At least after university, right?
No need to study abroad.
Studying abroad takes years.
Returning to tackle Jinhu’s core businesses would be too late.
Xie Yuping had made up his mind. Once Xie Qian shared his thoughts, he wouldn’t dampen his enthusiasm or outright reject his ideas but would carefully dissect the crux of the matter!
In a short time, Xie Yuping had prepared several arguments, enough to handle not just a high schooler but even a political rival of his caliber.
“What’s the point of going for a film company? How does it help your future? Xie Qian, a company isn’t a toy. It needs to be run, it has its operations, its revenue, and many employees depend on it to make a living. You must think carefully before deciding!”
Deep down, Xie Yuping was immensely tolerant of Xie Qian, but now he questioned sternly, hiding his leniency behind sharp scrutiny.
To his surprise, Xie Qian didn’t follow the script, rendering Xie Yuping’s prepared arguments useless.
“Because I like it.”
Xie Qian said casually yet earnestly, “If you need a reason, it’s that I like it. I’m interested in this industry, want to get involved in its operations, so I want Jiaxin Film. It’s that simple. I’m not treating the company like a toy. For businesses I don’t fully understand, I’ll hire professionals to manage it. Even if it doesn’t thrive under me, it won’t collapse.”
Like?!
An answer Xie Yuping hadn’t anticipated.
Xie Qian had always been reserved.
Perhaps because of his good looks, too many people expressed affection for him, and unable to respond to all, Xie Qian forced himself to suppress his emotions.
Xie Yuping had rarely heard such a blunt word from Xie Qian.
—Like.
Xie Yuping was stunned.
Slowly coming to, his emotions grew complex.
Xie Qian, not yet eighteen, still a youth.
What’s wrong with a youth having preferences, having likes?
Family turmoil had forced Xie Qian to mature, and Xie Yuping felt he’d been complicit!
But for Xie Qian to like running a film company, Xie Yuping recalled Zhong Yong’s reports.
Was it related to that round-faced girl?
A writer, or screenwriter… Xie Yuping suddenly grew serious.
Maybe related, but not entirely because of the round-faced girl.
Entertainment and literature are intertwined; film and publishing are closely linked.
Did Xie Qian want Jiaxin Film for Zou Weijun?!
Xie Yuping’s thoughts raced!
The Xie family owed Zou Weijun.
Though Xie Yuping had shifted his stance, no longer insisting Zou Weijun and Xie Jinghu mend their marriage, even preparing for their divorce, selfishly, he hoped Zou Weijun would hold on a few more years to support Xie Qian until he matured. If Xie Qian wanted the film company to boost Zou Weijun’s career, Xie Yuping would have to help.
“Don’t rush. You know your father’s temper. We need to plan this carefully.”
Xie Yuping promised to help Xie Qian achieve this wish.
But Xie Qian hadn’t intended for Xie Yuping to intervene.
“It depends on what I want. If I were wasting my time, I think my dad would be thrilled, maybe even hand Jiaxin to me himself. Actually, I’m waiting for him to do just that. I’m bringing this up today so you won’t stop him when he does—”
“…Xie Qian!”
The words were too harsh, and Xie Yuping raised his voice to stop him.
Xie Qian said no more, and Xie Yuping fell silent.
Xie Yuping understood that harsh words were often the truth!
