Entertainment 1998

Chapter 132 131, But what if?
Jiang Danian's home is in the east village of Sun's hometown, facing the street.

The yard is quite large, covering an area of ​​more than half an acre.

But the house is very dilapidated.

The south house facing the street is better. It was newly built two years ago and is a brick and tile house. However, when you pass through the doorway and walk into the yard, it feels a bit dilapidated. There are 4 main rooms, rooms each in the east and west rooms, all of which are adobe houses.

Even on the roof of the west room there were a few tufts of dry grass swaying in the wind.

For families like this, usually, no matter whether it is the town leaders or the county leaders, they only come when they need to help with poverty alleviation. But today, both the house and the outside are full of people.

There were two young men wearing leather jackets, even carrying cameras, filming around in the yard.

The eldest, second, third and fourth sons got married and left the three west rooms vacant. Now the west rooms are used as residences for breeding cattle.

Jiang Danian, who had just returned from the market with Jiang Ye, the sixth child, and Huang Suju, who had come to watch the fun, was leading the breeding cow. As soon as he entered the house, he was surrounded by a group of people.

"You are Jiang Feng's boss, right?"

The host of Cao County TV station probably doesn't speak Mandarin, and what comes out of his mouth is the local dialect of his hometown.

But Jiang Danian sounded very friendly and forgot about the nervousness in front of the camera.

"Yes, it's me."

"Oh, hello Uncle Jiang, I am Li Long, the news anchor of Cao County TV Station. Today is New Year's Eve, and I came here with the county leaders to wish you a happy new year."

"thanks, thanks!"

These two thanks were not politeness but sincere expressions of gratitude, because Jiang Danian, who was considered to be cunning by others, saw the rice and noodles, and two barrels of oil, on the tricycle placed in his yard.

I have seen this thing in supermarkets, all in hardcover, but the ones I eat at home are all bought in bulk at the market.

"Hello Uncle Jiang, we would like to interview you, okay?"

"Oh sure."

Just now, on the way here, Jiang Danian had already learned from Xiao Laoliu and Huang Suju what an interview meant.

Well..., actually it means that others ask questions and you answer them yourself.

"Uncle Jiang, tonight, Jiang Feng will represent the people of Cao County to wish the people of the country a happy new year on the national television station's Spring Festival Gala stage. How do you feel at this moment?"

"My mood... I am so excited! I never thought that one day this child would be able to sing for the whole country on such a big stage."

These words were taught by Jiang Ye, the young master, on the way back. Now, they are just spoken through Jiang Danian's mouth.

"Then...how did you educate Jiang Feng? He has become an idol for young people all over the country. Right now, many middle school students in our county have Jiang Feng's picture posted on their bedroom walls."

"Idol... What is an idol?"

Facing the camera, Jiang Danian, who was leading a cow, blinked.

"Uh…"

Seeing his father in this state, Jiang Ye, the sixth brother who had been cheering him on, held his forehead with his hand.

Damn... I forgot to explain to my dad what an idol is.

At the same time that Jiang Danian was accepting a joint interview from Caozhou TV and Caoxian TV, Jiang Feng was sleeping at home in Beijing.

There was no other way. The last rehearsal of the Spring Festival Gala last night lasted until 1 a.m. When Jiang Feng returned home and lay down on the bed to sleep, it was already 2: a.m.

Before going to bed, Jiang Feng handed his mobile phone to his assistant Li Xing and told her not to wake him up before 12 noon unless there was something urgent.

But at 10: in the morning, Jiang Feng was awakened by a knock on the door while he was sleeping soundly.

"Dangdangdang..."

"Who is it?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I!"

As she spoke, Wang Jinghua pushed the door open and walked into Jiang Feng's bedroom. "Oh... Sister Hua, what's up?"

Seeing that it was Wang Jinghua, Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep for a while.

But at this time, Wang Jinghua threw all the clothes that Jiang Feng had placed on the chair onto the bed.

"You've slept for 8 hours, it's time to get up.

After you get up, come with me to Xin Fu Sheng Restaurant."

"What are you doing there?"

Jiang Feng still felt a little lacking in energy and was unwilling to move.

"Han Shanye has returned from Korea and asked you to have lunch at Xin Fu Sheng Restaurant today. He probably wants to talk about the money sharing of the movie Moon and when to start filming Oxygen Crisis next."

Split the money…

Hearing these two words, Jiang Feng was no longer sleepy.

Although he has been preparing for the Spring Festival Gala during this period, Jiang Feng did not ignore the performance of the movie "Moon" at the 15th St. Denis Film Festival.

On February 2, at the closing ceremony of the St. Denis Film Festival held in Park City, Utah, the movie "Moon" performed well and not only won the Grand Jury Prize, but Han Shanye also sold the exclusive distribution rights of the film in North America, South America, and Europe on the same day.

In North America, the exclusive distribution rights were sold to Lionsgate for a total of US$210 million; in South America, the exclusive distribution rights were sold to Telefilms, which offered US$90; in Europe, the exclusive distribution rights were sold to London Films, which offered 125 million euros. Calculated based on the exchange rate on January 1999, 1, the day the euro was issued, the exclusive distribution rights for "Moon" in Europe were sold for a total of US$1 million.

According to the exchange rate of RMB to USD on January 1999, 1, the total global revenue of the movie "Moon" was 1 million RMB.

But even so, Han Shanye was still not satisfied. When all the delegations from Beijing Film Studio returned to China, he took his assistant and translator to Xiaozi, South Korea and Singapore.

In the words of our class teacher Cui Xinqin, Director Han is holding his breath. He is determined to let those who initially predicted his failure see how much money a 20-year-old film student from the Film Academy can make for the Beijing Film Studio and the country by shooting a science fiction film with 150 million RMB.

Now counting the days, it’s time for him to come back.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng quickly put on his clothes and went to the bathroom in the master bedroom to wash up.

At the beginning, he did not ask for screenwriter fees, director fees, or leading actor fees. What he wanted was 25% of the net profit of the movie "Moon". Now, as long as the income from the distribution rights of this movie in Xiaori, South Korea, Singapore, Hong Kong and Taiwan can exceed 600 million yuan, he will be able to get 1000 million yuan before tax.

1000 million?!
It’s exciting just to think about it.

Jiang Feng was brushing his teeth when Wang Jinghua, who had been in his bedroom, started talking.

"Jiang Feng, will the profit sharing between you and Beijing Film Studio go through the Black Sea and Red Sun Agency?"

"okay!"

"Jiang Feng..."

"Ok?"

"What if... I mean what if, the Beijing Film Studio thinks that there is something wrong with the agreement they signed with you and wants to change the terms of the contract to reduce your share from 25% to 20%, or even 10%, what should you do?
After all, this is too much money. Just you can get almost 1000 million RMB in pre-tax income." Wang Jinghua said with some concern.

At the beginning, Jiang Feng said that he could shoot a science fiction movie with 150 million RMB, and everyone said it was a joke. This amount of money was not enough to make computer special effects.

Therefore, when Jiang Feng proposed that he did not want film remuneration, screenwriter fees, or director fees, but only wanted 25% of the net profit of the film, the deputy directors of Beijing Film Studio all happily agreed.

Haha, this is a fool.

Do you really think a movie like this can make money?!
But the reality is so disappointing. The person who laughed at Jiang Feng for being a fool has become a fool himself.

"Um…"

Jiang Feng, who was washing his face, thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Sister Hua, I feel that Director Han is a man of great courage. He still wants me to continue to help him achieve political achievements and make money. He should not embarrass me over such a small matter."

"But what if?" Wang Jinghua asked again.

"Then I misjudged the person. From now on, we will do it ourselves." Jiang Feng looked at himself in the mirror and said with a firm gaze.

(End of this chapter)