Abstract Art Award Winner

Chapter 64: Using the power of abstraction to carry the entire film forward
Zhou Le is not idle and has nothing to do, so he has to take the initiative to take on this responsibility.

And I'm not so kind as to do such a thankless task for others. The main reason is that I think this movie is the best performance in my career so far, so I don't want to be criticized for nothing because of the movie.

Moreover, whether it is Zhou Le himself or others, they all feel that Zhou Le’s efforts and acting contributions are the greatest in the play, so Zhou Le himself has a certain sense of belonging to the movie.

After doing all this, Zhou Le took the invoice directly to the finance department for reimbursement.

After Xu Zheng found out, he specially gave Zhou Le 5,000 yuan as a reward for his hard work.

After all, although he himself felt that it didn't matter whether he did it or not, at least there was no harm in doing it.

However, including this red envelope, Zhou Le received a total of two red envelopes for completing the filming.

Another red envelope for the finale contained 20,000 yuan.

It is also the largest red envelope among the wrap-up red envelopes.

The first reason is that his character died in the play, and the second reason is that he lost so much weight.

"Le'er, you've worked really hard to film this movie, but don't worry, we'll definitely give you an award later. Apart from anything else, how many people in the entertainment industry can do what you've done?"

Zhou Le smiled and said, "It's all right. Brother Zheng, if you really feel bad about it, just take me out for a few good meals these days."

"Hahaha, that's no problem."

So that night, Zhou Le was taken to a nightclub.

I had a great time in the nightclub this time. I did everything except sleeping.

And after losing weight for so long, Zhou Le finally had a full meal.

"It's not easy." Zhou Le was moved to tears while eating the delicious food.

"Fuck the diet meals, fuck the black coffee, soba noodles and broccoli, I've had enough!"

Zhou Le told Su Yingxia after he returned home that night.

For at least the next six months, these things are not allowed to appear in my diet.

And so, it is now mid-July.

"Sewing Machine Band" was released for half a month.

The box office has reached 300 million.

It has already achieved half of Dapeng’s previous prediction of a total box office of 500 million yuan.

For this purpose, he even specially organized a live broadcast to let Nazha and Zhou Le do some business.

The format is also very relaxed, just make a hot pot, put a table full of dishes, and then chat with the audience while eating.

Because there are still many rumors about Zhou Le and Nazha. On the one hand, it is because of the previous rhythms, and on the other hand, it is because they had a lot of interactions during the previous roadshow.

The staff acting as administrators intensively controlled comments in the live broadcast room.

Otherwise, they were really afraid that Nazha would suddenly break down. After all, there had been many precedents in the past.

However, they could control the comments but not Zhou Le.

Zhou Le now has a great interest in all kinds of food.

Especially hot pot.

Since starting to lose weight, the crew has had many dinner parties and even eaten hot pot, but Zhou Le could only eat some vegetable leaves.

So in the live broadcast room, Zhou Le lost a lot of weight.

Patrick's boxer briefs: "Brother Le, where are you? Stop eating and say something!"

"Hahaha, this is the first time I've seen someone promote a movie in a livestream, and their face isn't visible the entire time."

Long Moxuan: "Is it really that delicious? It makes me want to eat hot pot too."

Brother Good Fatty Oub: "Does anyone really use sesame paste as a dipping sauce when eating hot pot? Shouldn't it be an oil sauce?"

Leading the rolling battle of the heavens: "Bullshit, you should use soy sauce!"

Swith: "Heresy! We eat it with yogurt here!"

Brother Li, who has two children, said: "Bring your yogurt dip and give it to me!"

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was fine at the beginning, but then people started arguing about what dipping sauce to use for hot pot.

"Don't just focus on the promotion, this meal is for you, eat quickly, don't leave the show hungry."

While eating, Zhou Le remembered that he still had to work and create a relationship with Nazha, so he quickly used the serving chopsticks to pick up a full spoonful of mutton for Nazha.

But after taking two more bites, I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t promoted the movie yet.

So after swallowing the meat in his mouth, he wiped his mouth and said, "Our movie 'Sewing Machine Band' is now showing. Anyone who likes this kind of subject can go to the cinema to watch it. If you think the tickets are too expensive, you can check out group buys online." As soon as he finished speaking, the staff member next to him whispered, "You can't say that only those who like it can go and see it. You should say that anyone who likes you and Nazha can go and see it."

But Zhou Le looked up and thought about it.

"No, you can't say that. Why watch something you don't like? You'll be able to watch it for free on video platforms later anyway. You can't force people to spend money. Money isn't easy to earn."

"We make movies to entertain the audience, not to educate them. We want them to spend money. If we force everyone to watch movies, wouldn't that be blatant robbery?"

The staff also wanted to say something else.

But Dapeng kept watching the comments and found that after Zhou Le said this, it seemed that more people supported him.

Everyone said they wanted to go to the cinema to watch it.

Even those who have seen it are trying hard to recommend it to others.

So the staff was stopped immediately.

And immediately arrange for someone to turn the live broadcast content into a video and send it out.

Because when he was contacting theaters and distributors, he had already given up hope because of "The Pancake Man", those investors were unwilling to schedule too many screenings.

He had originally lost hope, but Zhou Le brought him back to life by repeatedly putting him on the hot search list in an abstract way.

He had a hunch that even if he didn't buy traffic, Zhou Le and Nazha's dinner would be on at least three hot searches.

The first is eating, the second is Zhou Le’s words, and the third is the Sewing Machine Band.

But how could he miss such an opportunity?

Arrange people to buy traffic on the spot.

However, just as he was surfing the Internet to follow the latest developments, he suddenly saw a film critic with the online name [February Bird Language] gave "Sewing Machine Band" a one-star bad review on Douban, and wrote a long article criticizing how ugly the movie was.

He was so angry on the spot.

Then he posted a message on WeChat Moments, asking if anyone knew the idiot Eryue Niaoyu, and wanted to slap him/her in the face offline.

After sending it, I sent it to several groups.

But I was already angry enough, and when I went to Weibo, I saw that some people were still talking about Zhou Le's suspected drug use.

This rhythm already existed before.

Not responding is best.

But now he is angry.

So, I took a screenshot and posted it on Weibo to a few people.

"These idiots won't let go, right? They don't even believe the public security agency's test results. You might as well not stay in China. Just wait, you idiots. If you maliciously spread rumors, I will issue you a subpoena."

On the other side, Zhou Le was still eating hard.

Until you are full and satisfied.

Zhou Le looked up at the staff and asked, "How long will our live broadcast take?"

The staff checked the time.

"There's still half an hour left."

Zhou Le suddenly became worried.

"Half an hour left? That's a lot of time, but just talking is too dry." He thought for a moment and said, "Can we do something else while promoting it?"

The staff member immediately felt something was wrong: "What to match it with?"

"I mean, half an hour is just enough to play one game, and if you're quick, maybe two."

The staff was dumbfounded.

Does this work too?
Artists playing games during live broadcasts to promote movies?

Unheard of?
But the other party didn't say anything, so Zhou Le just took it as his agreement.

So he wiped his mouth.

Take out your cell phone.

"Naza, get on board!"

"You hit me, I'm wild, including C!"

(End of this chapter)