Negative Electrode Material Chapter 43
byLanding in London
Chapter 43 Landing in London
When the plane stopped, Gao Huan turned on his phone and several text messages popped up:
[Brother?Dad told me you were coming back??】——Gao Le.
[Son, have you returned to London?Lele told me]——Du Mei.
【Are you here?Grace will pick you up.You can come to her for anything in the future.】——Wang Yuan.
Gao Huan pushed his luggage and walked out from the exit. After taking a few steps, someone waved to him, holding a small name tag with only one name written on it: “GAO”.The person waving to him was the Grace Wang Yuan was talking about.
This Grace’s Chinese name is Zhang Kouhua. She is a few years older than Wang Yuan and is a Singaporean Chinese.He is not tall and has a well-proportioned figure. His shoulder-length hair is parted in the middle and tucked obediently behind his ears.Her facial features are not soft, and her face is slightly square. When she is not smiling, she has an inviolable calmness. But when she smiles, the fine lines on her face are squeezed together, revealing a row of neat white teeth, and her affinity is instantly full.
When Gao Xuefeng acquired a private school group in the UK, she completed the project through her company Northbridge Capital.During the negotiation, Gao Xuefeng admired her way of doing things and her ability.She was recruited with a high salary and directly appointed as CEO of the newly established Haoyue Europe.The short drama section that Gao Huan is going to do in the UK will be under the name of Haoyue Europe.
Gao Huan has never met Grace in person, and has only pieced together her image from Wang Yuan’s words.He smiled and stretched out his hand to shake her hand, but she pulled him over enthusiastically, hugged her tightly, and said in English with a smile: “We finally meet. I feel like I have known you for a long time!” Her tone was brisk, as if any awkward situation could be easily resolved.
The driver next to her had already taken over Gao Huan’s cart and was leading the way.Grace began to ask him how his trip was, how was Beijing, and how was Gao Xuefeng. She hadn’t been to Beijing for a long time and so on. She seemed so familiar to him that she was just an aunt whom Gao Huan hadn’t seen for a long time.
It’s seven o’clock in the evening in London, and it’s still almost completely dark, with a thin layer of rain still falling.
The driver opened the door, Grace asked Gao Huan to sit in the back, and got into the passenger seat.After the car started moving, she began to explain some arrangements in an orderly manner, occasionally looking back:
“This time, I will help you book a hotel near the office for a month. After that, I suggest you find an apartment. But this is up to you.”
“The card you used in London has been cancelled, but your identity is different this time. We will get new ones for everything.”
Gao Huan realized why she felt like she had known him for a long time, because every money she spent in the UK might have been signed by her, and it had been ten years since she graduated from high school to college.
Gao Huan leaned forward and said sincerely: “Thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome.” Grace glanced at Gao Huan in the rear mirror, and the fine lines on her face gathered together again, “I know you have a lot to do when you come back this time, but you know, the pace here is much slower than in China. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”
Grace’s thoughtfulness made Gao Huan somewhat conflicted: the ease of having everything taken over and the emptiness of losing control, mixed together, left him a little at a loss.But at this moment, he seemed to be unable to ask any questions other than nodding his thanks.
Gao Huan’s hotel and office are in a high-rise building on South Bank, next to the Thames River.The company is on the 18th floor, and his room is on the 16th floor. I don’t know who is an extension of who.
Grace gave Gao Huandan a small conference room in Haoyue Europe as his office.Over the next few months, this small conference room became known as Haoyue Media.In the first two months, only Gao Huan and his assistant Olivia – whom Grace found for him – sat here.
In the third month, there was a local business manager Peter here. Thanks to Xiao Zuo’s connections, Grace and Gao Huan passed the interview together.A native of England, like Xiao Zuo, although he looks a bit greasy, his execution ability is excellent. He can find five contacts within two hours, and one of them will make an appointment to meet next week.
Gao Huan was busy every day. His original idea was to use the playback volume, completion rate, and advertising revenue of Haoyue’s short dramas to discuss cooperation with the platform, but the other party’s first reaction was the match between the content and the local audience. After several rounds of obstacles, he asked the domestic production team to re-edit and add dubbing to create a three- to five-minute collection version, and write a one-sentence selling point for each drama.This repackaging made European content managers look genuinely interested for the first time.
In half a year, he only had lunch with Du Mei once and drank coffee with Gao Le once, and it was all because he had an appointment with the platform nearby.And Xiao Zuo, who introduced Peter to him, has only made a few phone calls so far.
The Thames outside the window was blown into fine ripples by the wind, reflecting the city light.He suddenly became interested today, left the office, and walked along the steps to the river.The late autumn wind was cold and wet. He leaned against the wall and tried several times before lighting a cigarette. He took a deep breath and exhaled a straight line of smoke, which quickly dissipated in the night.He stared at the water, as if he saw a road to the future in the blurry reflection – not bright, not stable, but enough for him to continue moving forward.
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