My wife is in my arms

Chapter 949 Another Gamble
"What do you mean by that!?"

Lin Bao'er asked, puzzled.

Although she was strongly dissatisfied with the reaction of the two senior executives in the company, she was still quite satisfied with getting a guaranteed minimum from Feitian, putting that aside.

"Let me put it this way! I estimate that 'The Vanished' will gross over 1.5 billion yuan at the box office."

Zhang You's statement is already quite conservative.

It's worth noting that this film grossed a total of 3.5 billion at the box office on Earth. The reason he didn't dare to say that was because he was worried about regional issues and the impact on publicity, so he made a judgment of 1.5 billion.

But now that he heard Lin Bao'er had actually signed a contract with a guaranteed minimum of 500 million, and was even a little smug about it, Zhang You couldn't help but be impressed. After thinking for a moment, Zhang You said, "Bao'er, to be honest, you should go home and have a baby! You're really not suited to be the head of an entertainment company."

"reason"

Lin Bao'er was a little unhappy.

"First, the script for 'The Vanished' has been evaluated by both the company and Feitian. Also, the director is Han Dong, a renowned director who is directing his first film in many years since 'Dragon Gate.' That alone guarantees 'The Vanished' won't have a low pre-sale box office. So, your 500 million guarantee..."

Speaking of it.

Zhang You paused slightly, then smiled and said, "That's fine too. Anyway, neither you nor Feitian have a high investment percentage. Even if the box office is 2 billion, based on the performance-based agreement you signed with Feitian, you'll only lose tens of millions."

"Are you mocking me?!"

Lin Baoer said angrily.

"hehe"

Zhang You laughed and said, "Not bad, you actually recognized it. Alright, since you've agreed to sign, then sign it. After all, having a safety net is better than having none. Let's ensure our safety first before talking about profits."

Zhang You believes that if "The Vanished" could reach the total box office of the entire world, Lin Bao'er would be kicking herself.

According to the guaranteed minimum betting agreement she signed with Feitian, as long as the total box office exceeds 2 billion, she will have nothing to do. Of the remaining 1.5 billion, Zhang You will take 70% of the net profit, and Feitian will take 30%.

That's two or three hundred million, which is equivalent to the total annual profit of a well-performing entertainment company.

"Young friend Zhang, I've noticed you're exaggerating without even blinking. 1.5 billion... If 'The Vanished Woman' gets 600 or 700 million, that'll be pretty good."

Lin Bao'er said irritably.

"I know you don't believe me, but 'Goodbye Mr. Loser' is coming out in August, right?! If that doesn't work, we can sign a performance-based agreement."

Zhang You said with a smile.

"Still gambling!?"

Lin Bao'er became somewhat hesitant.

Her willingness to gamble with Feitian Entertainment was based on market considerations, but Zhang Xiaoyou's confidence made her uneasy. After all, his talent had already been proven in the music industry, and she would regret it if his script was adapted into a hit.

"Whether you sign one or two, it's all the same. Let's assume 'Goodbye Mr. Loser' grosses 600 million. If it's below 600 million, I'll guarantee you a minimum. If it's over 600 million, you can just go home, lie in bed, and watch me make money."

Zhang You said seriously.

"I'd rather not sign."

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyou's confidence, Lin Bao'er immediately shook her head to refuse.

I look down on you.

Zhang You laughed, "I used to think you were quite bold, daring to gamble with me on having a third child. How did you become like this?! Bao'er, although you're alive and standing in front of me now, you're actually dead in my heart. If I were you, I'd sign right away, I'd bet with you even with a 600 million guarantee, but you didn't dare."

Lin Bao'er knew perfectly well that Zhang Xiaoyou was using reverse psychology. But she really couldn't understand where this guy got such confidence, especially since the production cost of "Goodbye Mr. Loser" wasn't high. The reason she favored low-budget comedies was because she felt there were many examples of such films achieving big success with small budgets, but she didn't think "Goodbye Mr. Loser" would be one of them, only that it was a possibility.

however.

Zhang Xiaoyou was so confident, but if she didn't gamble, he was putting her in this predicament. If she did gamble, she was worried that his confidence stemmed from his overwhelming strength.

If the box office really exceeds 600 million, she will lose face big time.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Bao'er said, "Gambling isn't out of the question, but we need to change the stakes."

"How do we gamble!?"

Zhang You asked.

"Taking 600 million in box office revenue as an example, if it falls below that number, you will make up my original share of the profits; if it exceeds..."

A flicker of struggle crossed Lin Bao'er's eyes, but she hardened her resolve and said directly, "My earnings remain the same, but I'll let you have your 'slapping' earlier. How about it, are you in or not?!"

"So, you mean you're betting your own life against me as a safety net?!"

Zhang You asked with a look of surprise.

"Your interpretation isn't entirely wrong."

Noticing that Zhang Xiaoyou's expression was not only strange, but also seemed somewhat "uninterested," Lin Bao'er knew that this guy felt he wasn't worth the bet.

This immediately infuriated Lin Bao'er, who retorted, "Young friend Zhang, you were the one who wanted to gamble. Now that I'm betting with you, you're afraid to take the risk. Besides, with a guaranteed minimum of 600 million, even if the box office only reaches 200 million, you'll only have to give me about 50 million. That's a drop in the ocean for you. And weren't you so confident? Once 'Goodbye Mr. Loser' surpasses 600 million at the box office, you can... you can, lie on top of me and sing 'Conquer,' hahaha!"

As she spoke, Lin Bao'er couldn't help but laugh.

“No”

Zhang Youchao pointed towards the office door.

"Young friend Zhang, you know me. Every time I bring it up and you refuse to gamble, I start attacking you personally. So, if I were you, I would just nod and agree."

Lin Bao'er laughed and said, "Don't you think about it? Besides being your direct superior, I'm also the boss of a company. Isn't that a position worth taking a chance on?"

"Get out of here quickly, don't disturb my lunch break."

Zhang You said impatiently.

"Zhang Xiaomei"

Lin Bao'er called out.

"How many times!?"

Zhang You asked.

"A minimum of 600 million is guaranteed. If it exceeds 100 million, we'll do it all at once. Anyway, I won't let you suffer any losses. We won't sign a contract; a verbal agreement will suffice. Don't worry, I trust your character, and you should trust mine too."

Seeing that Zhang You agreed, Lin Bao'er showed a satisfied smile.

Six hundred million in box office revenue may not seem like much, but it's not a small amount either. Moreover... given Zhang Xiaoyou's growth rate, it's only a matter of time before it happens. The key point is that she doesn't think "Goodbye Mr. Loser" can surpass six hundred million in total box office revenue.

She estimated that she would be lucky to make four or five hundred million, so the bet was just a joke. After all, with four or five hundred million in box office revenue, Zhang Xiaoyou wouldn't need to give her too much; ten or twenty million would be enough.

After Lin Bao'er left, Zhang You lay down again. He felt that the joke, which had been made several times, was not very interesting, but Bao'er seemed to enjoy it.

(End of this chapter)