1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 34 Everything Can Be Fake
On the way home, Zhai Yuan took a shower in the public bathroom of the housing estate.

There are a lot of rules in this small place. He rushed for a few more minutes and then a staff member knocked on the door and asked him to vacate his seat quickly.

"You're so old! I don't have any money for you?"

Not only was there no lady to scrub my body, but the service attitude was also so bad.

Zhai Yuan thought to himself, when I have money, I will definitely open a big Northeastern bathhouse in Hong Kong to let you Hong Kong farmers see the world.

It was already around nine o'clock when I got home.

Zhao Meizhen and Zhai Yao rarely did any handicrafts, so they went back to their room to rest early.

Zhai Yuan tiptoed back to his room and sat on the edge of the bed, the scene that had just happened on the Shaw Brothers studio emerging in his mind.

"TVB is really a place where talented people come from."

Zhai Yuan sighed and said that if he had the opportunity to make a movie in the future, he would have to poach people from Shaw Brothers first.

Even any young girl in the training class will be able to dub Wang Zuxian's Nie Xiaoqian in the future. It can be said that there are stars in the sky.

But if he knew a little more, he would know that the Ms. Ho Kam-wah he had just met had dubbed for not only Joey Wong, but also Carina Lau, Manyu Cheung, Rosamund Kwan, Anita Mui, Shu-zhen Qiu, Michelle Lee, Zhang Yuqi and many other big stars, and her voice is very varied.

"But the most important thing now is to take back the business of my video parlor. I can't just sit there and eat up all the money I have."

Zhai Yuan placed all his belongings on the table and counted them. As he had not received any income during this period, he only had more than 10,000 Hong Kong dollars left.

After deducting the rent for next month and the monthly rental of the machine, there is only about 8,000 left.

In comparison, Deng Zecheng's two newly opened video halls cost at least HK$100,000, and the two Hitachi TVs alone cost more than HK$40,000.

"Eight thousand versus one hundred thousand, the advantage is on my side!"

Zhai Yuan held a stack of Hong Kong dollars and slapped them on the table.

He decided to make some preparations in advance before waiting for Li Zhongqiang to hand over the finished film to him.

Zhai Yuan plans to use the movie "I Spit on Your Grave" as a cash cow. Once the dubbed version is released, he will rely on it to make a comeback.

Therefore, early marketing is very important.

In the era before the rise of the Internet, even good wine is hard to sell if it is not well known.

At this time, before the release of films by major Hong Kong production companies, they would buy the front-page headlines of all newspapers for publicity. Otherwise, relying solely on word-of-mouth spread of the film would not be enough to spread it.

But Zhai Yuan obviously does not have this ability.

With the little wealth he has now, he is only worthy of appearing on the front page of a major newspaper.

"There are ways to deal with money."

Thinking of the tabloid reporter he met in the afternoon, Zhai Yuan thought for a moment, pulled out a few sheets of manuscript paper, and began to write and draw on them.

"Hello, fellow citizens. My daughter Jennifer just turned 20 this year. She was raped by four gangsters last month and her whereabouts are still unknown. If anyone has found her whereabouts, please contact me immediately. Signed: An ordinary mother."

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"Lawyer Shen, does what I'm doing violate the Advertising Law?"

Zhai Yuan handed the written letter to Shen Wei and asked sincerely.

Shen Wei glanced at the words above and showed an expression as if he had eaten shit.

"If you send it out on April Fools' Day, I can give you more reasons to defend you in court."

"Is it necessary to take this matter to court?" Zhai Yuan pouted and looked at him.

Shen Wei rubbed his chin in embarrassment: "The Legislative Council will classify fake news like yours into three types: false information, untrue information, and malicious information. If it spreads too widely and is classified as malicious information, the news and advertising departments will definitely sue you."

“What is the most serious consequence?”

"A fine of 30,000 yuan and a two-year probationary period. There have been similar cases abroad and the verdict will be based on this standard." Zhai Yuan would definitely not pay a fine of 30,000 yuan.

He is even more reluctant to go to court. What if he has a criminal record and it affects my future civil service exam?
Now I don’t want to take the punishment, but I still want to do marketing. What should I do?

"Lawyer Shen, think of a solution."

Zhai Yuan felt that there must be a loophole he could exploit.

Shen Wei coughed, glanced at Chen Jiale who was listening with great interest, and whispered something in Zhai Yuan's ear.

Zhai Yuan nodded in understanding and looked at Chen Jiale: "Brother Jiale, I'll give you 5,000 yuan to take charge of this matter. Do you want to do it?"

Shen Wei was stunned: Didn’t I suggest ten thousand yuan?
"Do!"

Chen Jiale agreed without hesitation. When he heard it just now, he was thinking that if he had two thousand yuan, he would be willing to be the scapegoat.

Before he could volunteer, Zhai Yuan spoke up first and offered a huge sum of 5,000 yuan.

For a young man like him living in a housing estate, it doesn't matter if the court fines me one million. If I give you even a penny, I would be doing an injustice to the word "poor" that was imprinted on my forehead when I was born.

"Don't worry, Yuan. As long as he doesn't let me go to jail, it doesn't matter how heavy the sentence is!"

Young people at that time did not understand one thing: going to jail was the only way out for young people in Hong Kong.

"Don't worry, there's no way you'll be sentenced to jail for this kind of thing."

Shen Wei said, "It also depends on how widely the news spreads. If it doesn't cause a sensation, the Hong Kong government departments won't care at all."

"Did you hear that? Lawyer Shen means that if you want to earn the five thousand dollars, you must make sure that this news explodes throughout Hong Kong!"

Zhai Yuan didn't look at Shen Wei's wide eyes and stuffed the letter into Chen Jiale's hand. "Print out dozens of copies right now and submit them to various newspapers and magazines. Create more momentum! Hurry up, hurry up, run forward!"

Chen Jiale said "oh" and rushed out like a gust of wind.

Zhai Yuan and Shen Wei were the only ones left in the room.

"Honestly, are you really seventeen?"

"Are you asking about size or age?"

Zhai Yuan raised his eyebrows at him. Shen Wei shuddered unconsciously and refused to continue the topic.

He changed the subject and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"Let this piece of news ferment first, and publish a second piece before our movie is released, telling readers that Jennifer has been found and is now waiting to meet everyone in the theater."

Zhai Yuan spoke slowly, then turned around and asked, "If you were a reader who was deceived, would you want to rush into the theater and beat me up... No, beat up Chen Jiale."

"Definitely!" Shen Wei felt angry when he heard it.

"Then you will have to buy a ticket to enter." Zhai Yuan smiled and patted his shoulder: "Are the things I want ready?"

Shen Wei nodded, pulled out a file bag from his arms and handed it to Zhai Yuan.

Zhai Yuan felt that he might be the reincarnation of Doraemon. Since they met, he has taken out various things from his arms, such as a horn comb, a tape recorder, and a file bag.

"Mr. Zhai, I still want to remind you that if these things are found out, the consequences will be more serious than your fake news."

Seeing Zhai Yuan lowering his head to open the file bag, Shen Wei said with a slightly serious expression.

Zhai Yuan looked up in surprise and patted several documents he took out of the file bag.

On it are duplicate copies of the overseas copyright purchase certificate for "I Spit on Your Grave" in Chinese and English.

"You are such a fool! You made all these fake certificates. Even if they are found out, I am at most an accomplice. You are telling me all this now? Do you still want your 10% share of the box office?"

(End of this chapter)