233: Chapter 233 Advertising Shooting

Naza walked in front, bowing slightly to Nick Cheung with poise: "Hello, Teacher Nick." Reba followed behind and greeted him as well.

"Good, good, good." Nick Cheung nodded at them, his gaze sweeping across their faces, then turned to Chen Fan and said, "Mr. Chen, these two girls you found are both very beautiful."

Chen Fan smiled: "Brother Hui, you flatter me. Thank you for taking care of them today."

"No problem at all." Nick Cheung patted his chest. "It's just filming a commercial; it's a small matter."

He looked Chen Fan up and down, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and added: "But I think, Mr. Chen, since you are so handsome, you would be more suitable to film with these two beauties than I am."

Chen Fan smiled and replied casually: "I won't have the chance to film a commercial, but perhaps I'll have the chance to play a cameo role in one of your movies."

Hearing this, Nick Cheung laughed twice, looked at Chen Fan seriously, and nodded: "No problem. With your looks, there will definitely be opportunities. I'll keep an eye out for you, and if there's a suitable role, I'll have someone contact you."

"Haha, I'm just joking, Brother Hui." Chen Fan waved his hand. He was just kidding; how could he actually go into acting? Investing in movies, on the other hand, was a possibility.

Nick Cheung smiled as well and didn't say anything more.

Just then, Wang Jing walked over from the side, holding a folder. She flipped through it and said to Chen Fan: "Mr. Chen, the car is arranged, and the studio is ready. We can leave at any time."

Chen Fan nodded: "Alright, let's go then. You get them all sorted out."

Wang Jing acknowledged him and was about to turn away to make arrangements when she paused and turned back to ask: "Mr. Chen, aren't you coming?"

Chen Fan was about to say "Why would I go?", but swallowed the words.

But he reconsidered. Whether in his past life or this one, he realized he had never actually seen a commercial being filmed in person.

He had seen countless commercials on TV, but he had no concept of how those scenes were shot in a studio, how the lighting was set up, how the director gave commands, or how the actors did take after take.

Thinking about it, he actually felt quite interested.

"Never mind, I'll go take a look too. Give me the address."

"Very well, Mr. Chen." Wang Jing sent the studio address to his mobile QQ.

After receiving the address, Chen Fan headed toward the parking lot.

Five minutes later, a black Porsche drove out of the parking lot and moved slowly forward.

While driving, several thoughts crossed Chen Fan's mind, and he suddenly remembered something: Should the company get a business van and hire a driver?

The demand hadn't been high recently, and since internal company travel was mostly done by driving himself, there was no need to allocate a vehicle.

But things would be different from now on. The gaming side needed to deal with channel distributors, the clothing side needed to host suppliers and partners, and now, with hiring spokespeople for commercials, relying on rental cars for pickups and drop-offs was manageable but ultimately not a long-term solution.

No matter how good a rental car was, it wasn't as convenient as having a company car. Plus, having a dedicated driver would save him some effort, so he wouldn't have to run around personally for everything.

Thinking of this, he took out his phone while driving and dialed Qiao Linlin's number.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Hello, Boss. Didn't you go to watch two Xinjiang beauties film a commercial?" Qiao Linlin's voice came from the other end, carrying a hint of teasing.

Chen Fan ignored her joke and said directly: "The company needs to get a business van. Find some time to look into it."

"A company car?" Qiao Linlin's tone became more serious. "What kind should I buy? What's the budget?"

Chen Fan thought for a moment and decided to purchase a sedan and a business van.

The sedan was for himself, to be used for picking him up and dropping him off, as well as for important clients when he wasn't driving.

The business van would be specifically for picking up and dropping off partners like Nick Cheung; it needed to be spacious and comfortable to sit in.

In fact, Chen Fan didn't really like sedans; he only liked SUVs.

The tall body, the wide field of vision, and that sense of looking down on the road—people used to driving SUVs found it hard to adapt to the cramped seating position of a sedan.

However, sedans were more formal than SUVs. During business receptions, the other party was more accustomed to seeing a steady, dignified sedan rather than a rugged SUV.

And most importantly, the back seat of a sedan was more comfortable, with boss chairs, independent air conditioning, and better soundproofing—things an SUV couldn't provide.

"One sedan, one business van. The sedan should be around 1 million; the main thing is that it's comfortable to sit in. You decide on the brand and configuration. The business van should be around 500,000; it needs to be spacious, with comfortable seats. It'll be used for picking up clients, so you handle the specifics."

"Alright, I'll go take a look in the next two days." Qiao Linlin agreed.

"Also, tell Zhou Min to hire two drivers," Chen Fan added.

"Okay."

Chen Fan hung up the phone, tossed it onto the passenger seat, and stepped on the gas. The Porsche gave a low roar and sped off in the direction of the studio.

...

Half an hour later, Chen Fan's car drove into a parking lot called "Flame Film Base."

Chen Fan found an empty spot, parked the car, turned off the engine, and pushed the door open to get out.

He stood by the car and looked around. The base wasn't very big; it consisted of three buildings arranged in a U-shape.

Directly opposite was a three-story main building with the words "Zone C Studio" in metal lettering on its off-white exterior wall. The paint was somewhat faded, but still legible.

On the left and right sides were two-story auxiliary buildings. Several trucks were parked downstairs, and some workers were unloading equipment from them.

According to what Wang Jing said on the phone, the commercial was being filmed on the first floor of Building C2. Chen Fan locked his car and walked toward that three-story building.

As he reached the entrance, a young man in casual clothes reached out to stop him.

"Hello, filming is in progress inside. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Just as Chen Fan was about to explain, Wang Jing's voice came from behind him.

"This is our boss, Mr. Chen." Wang Jing walked out quickly from inside.

The young man was stunned, a flash of surprise in his eyes. He hadn't expected that the young man in front of him, who looked even younger than himself, was actually the boss of the client company.

He quickly stepped aside, his tone much more polite than before: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, please come in."

Chen Fan nodded, didn't say anything else, and stepped inside.

Once inside, Chen Fan realized that the entire first floor was a large, open space without partitions, with a clear view from one end to the other.

The ceiling was at least five or six meters high, with several rows of high-power studio lights and tracks hanging from the top.

He looked up to the second floor. The second floor consisted of individual rooms lined up along a corridor, with metal signs hanging on the doors.

Chen Fan guessed they were dressing rooms and makeup rooms. A few doors were half-ajar, and he could see the light spilling out from inside and the occasional silhouette moving about.

He looked forward again. Several cameras were mounted on tracks, with their lenses aimed at the open space in the middle.

The director was sitting behind a monitor, holding a script, and talking to the cameraman next to him.

Wang Jing walked over quickly from the side and lowered her voice: "Mr. Chen, Teacher Nick, Naza, and Reba are currently getting their styling done on the second floor. Would you like to go sit in the resting area?"

"Go ahead and do your work; I'll take a look around myself." Chen Fan waved his hand, his gaze already fixed on the busy director in front.

Wang Jing nodded and turned away to attend to her work. Chen Fan, with his hands in his pockets, walked slowly toward the shooting area.