1979 Golden Age

At night, the excitement of Beverly Hills has just begun.

Various parties are held here every day, and it is not just a single element. In this hellhole of Los Angeles, the film industry, music industry, cultural industry, finance, real estate, charity, fashion, etc. are usually mixed together to form a huge network that jointly supports this city.

Price, as the president of Columbia, sounds impressive, but in fact he has no shares and is a senior employee, but this is enough for him to live a decent life and become middle of the food chain.

At this moment, after enjoying the two Latin American girls' help and two-pronged approach, he returned to the banquet hall with satisfaction. "Price!"

A white-haired old man waved at him. He was a senior executive of Paramount. There was also a tall and thin middle-aged man next to him.

The top executives of Universal Studios. The eight major Hollywood studios compete with each other, but they also maintain industry tacit understanding, and managers do not fight to the death when they meet.

"What are you talking about?"

Price came over with a glass of wine, and the Paramount guy said, "You came at the right time. We were talking about that Chinese guy. His new movie is doing well. The newspapers say he made $140 million this year."

"Tabloids are just trying to attract attention, but do you take them seriously?" Price shrugged.

"Of course I know it's fake, but I think it's very interesting. This Chinese guy is amazing, better than 90% of the people in Hollywood. I heard he is only 26 years old. If I were the US military, I would have arrested him and taken him to the lab, cut him into slices and did research on him," said Paramount.

"As far as I know, some people are already dissatisfied with him." said Global Times.

"Are we going to unite and suppress him?"

Price pretended not to care and said casually, "The box office of his three films is only over 100 million, which is nothing in Hollywood. He has excellent production ability, but the distribution still depends on us. Isn't it good for us to make money together?"

"It's not a joint suppression. He hasn't reached that level yet. It's just that some small companies are jealous. You are right. If he can make money for Paramount, I don't mind. I am looking for an opportunity to discuss cooperation with him-."

The Paramount guy took a sip of wine and changed the subject: “But if he continues to produce independently and can maintain this level of performance, more and more people will be jealous and may actually take action.”

"Do they want to destroy the friendship between China and the United States?" Price joked deliberately.

"Forget it! There is no such thing as long-lasting friendship between the two countries. Reagan is about to step down, who knows what the future will be like?" said Global Times.

"Oh, I agree with that! I'll excuse myself first--

Price drank a glass with them and turned around to go to the next room.

Columbia is now in close contact with Chen Qi. They agreed to work on three scripts in three years. Currently there are two, "Con Air" and "Rain Man", and they are going to collaborate on another one.

And Price doesn't think Chen Qi poses any threat. Just like what he said, no matter how strong the production capacity is, it's useless without distribution.

It relies on the dual monopoly of production and distribution. Spielberg founded DreamWorks, and its record is so impressive, why can't it become the ninth largest?

Just because DreamWorks didn't release it.

Therefore, Price's personal intention is to maintain a good relationship with Chen Qi.

As for the relationship between China and the United States, that is not something Hollywood can influence. Reagan has been president for two terms, and there will inevitably be a change. No one knows how the next president will govern.

When Gorbachev was in office in the Soviet Union, the situation was also a mess.

Who knows how the United States, the Soviet Union, and China will develop in the future?

It is now November.

The weather in Los Angeles has turned a bit cooler. Chen Qi has just returned from the road show for Happy Death Day. Wong Jing has already returned to Hong Kong with Yau Shu-chun and Moon Lee, and he still has some work to do.

On the sofa, Gong Xue was peeling a small apple.

Apple is the most undistinguishing fruit, equivalent to steamed bun in the fruit world. It will only become delicious under one situation, that is: it is someone else's apple.

"Here's a piece for you!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

"Oh, hurry up, this apple costs 30 cents."

Gong Xue took a piece and walked over to feed it to Chen Qi. Chen Qi chewed it and said, "You're starting to pay attention to prices, huh?"

"To experience life! I am now very familiar with units like one pound and one ounce. Speaking of which, their prices are not cheap either. One pound of apples costs 80 cents, which is about 2.7 yuan per catty. Oh, less than one catty, which is nine ounces."

One pound is approximately equal to nine taels.

"Earn dollars and spend dollars, what's the point of converting? If you have time to worry about the suffering of the American people, why not make me a cup of tea?"

"call!"

Gong Xue wrinkled her nose, made her a cup of Gaosui, and then sat beside him to watch him settle the bill. But Chen Qi suddenly glanced at her, with an ambiguous meaning, and just kissed her on the lips.

A while later.

Chen Qi slammed the table, threw away his pen, and said, "It's settled! It's settled this year!"

"How many?"

“Quite a lot.”

"Oh, how much?"

Chen Qi hugged her and kissed her again, then reported a number: "58.3 million US dollars!"

"ah?"

Gong Xue was startled and asked hurriedly, "You calculated correctly, didn't you?"

"The box office share of "Sweetheart" is 3.3 million, and the video tape is 3 million; the North American box office share of "Black Mask" is 22.5 million.

10,000,000 for copyright in other regions, 3 million for copyright in other regions, and the video tape has not yet been released; the box office share of "Happy Death Day" is 26.5 million.

That’s 58.3 million!”

What does this mean? These days, an American F-16A/B fighter jet costs about 15 million to 20 million US dollars.

"Well, then, how much can you keep?" Gong Xue asked.

"17.19 million! Together with the original amount, Dongfang Company will have 20 million US dollars in foreign exchange reserves!"

"Wow!"

Gong Xue was genuinely happy and even clapped her hands, praising him: "Not bad, not bad! Teacher Chen is dedicated to the country.

"I'm so happy that your career has achieved great success again. Hey? You have so much this year, and the pressure will be even greater next year. And what if I add more burden to you and ask you to make 100 million US dollars a year?"

"One hundred million dollars?"

Chen Qi thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say, but it's also easy to say. We'll talk about it when there's a mission. There will always be a way out when the car reaches the mountain."

The couple was happy and celebrated on the bed.

Of course, these are just numbers, and the profits from "Sweetheart" have been recovered so far.

Combined with the Hong Kong dollars and RMB earned this year, Oriental Company’s assets will reach a terrifying level.

He has to write a good year-end report.

Chen Qi also knew that if he continued to do this, Hollywood would definitely take action as his performance increased. They would not let a Chinese person call the shots in Hollywood.

The popularity of "Happy Death Day" caused an additional reaction, namely the "Focus Video Store" which appeared several times in the film.

Chen Qi arranged for Phoebe Cates to return the videotape, and she quarreled with the clerk. She time-traveled so many times, and the video store made a big splash, which was naturally a good opportunity for publicity.

(Yes.)