The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 361 Wait! Watch! See!

Yang Mi will soon no longer need to worry, because Liu Qianqian is back.

"Mi'er! Mi'er!" As a little girl's voice came from afar, the door was slammed open, and Liu Qianqian rushed in anxiously.

"Can't you calm down a little?" Yang Mi said helplessly, then cried out, "Wait! My neck! My neck!"

Liu Qianqian cupped her face in her hands, looked at it from left to right and then from right to left again, before finally letting go with a sigh of relief.

"Is it really that exaggerated? Do you think this is an animated film?" Da Mimi said, turning her head away, clearly annoyed.

"I'm sorry, I was just worried about you." Liu Qianqian immediately chuckled apologetically.

"What are you worried about? Are you worried your mother will eat me?" Yang Mi glared at her.

To everyone's surprise, she nodded very seriously, and the concern in her eyes seemed genuine.

Yang Mi paused for a moment, then poked the other person's head with her finger to cover up her thoughts: "What are you thinking about? Auntie asked me to come over because Xu Jiuyang is coming today, and I need to help her ask some questions."

"Really?" Liu Qianqian looked at her with some skepticism.

“Okay, there are also some things I’d like to ask Auntie for help with,” Yang Mi continued.

"And then?" Liu Qianqian pressed on.

"And then you dug a hole and buried yourself in it." Yang Mi rolled her eyes, picked up her textbook and waved it around a few times. "See? I'm going to tutor you from now on."

Liu Qianqian blinked, then suddenly jumped up: "I have something to do, I have to go first..."

She had only taken one step when Yang Mi pulled her back with a yelp: "It's no use, face reality, Xian'er."

"What reality? Do I look like I need tutoring?" Liu Qianqian protested, then paused to think for a moment, "Yeah, why should I run? I don't need tutoring."

“Whether you need it or not is not important; what matters is whether Auntie thinks you need it,” Da Mimi said leisurely. “Just accept your fate.”

Liu Qianqian's face fell again: "You're really going to tutor me?"

After saying that, a look of doubt appeared on her face: "You really know how to tutor?"

“My mom runs a tutoring center, do you think I could do it?” Yang Mi retorted. “Even if I couldn’t, I can use the system’s second-day infinite simulation mode to see how she tutors students.”

"Is this what the system is for?" Liu Qianqian's eyes widened, and she was a little exasperated.

"I think it's enough for a slacker like you." Yang Mi spread her hands.

"You're the bad student! You're the bad student!" Liu Qianqian immediately pounced on her, grabbing her neck and shaking her violently.

Yang Mi rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and made some "uh-huh" sounds for a moment before pushing the other person's hand away: "Let me tell you, I accidentally simulated that in 05, the first-tier university admission score in Beijing was less than 500 points, and the art undergraduate score was even less than 300 points. Think carefully about whether you want to score 500 points."

"Yes, of course I want it!" Liu Qianqian said without the slightest hesitation. "I've already made my decision, how could I possibly back down!"

"That settles it then. Just focus on your tutoring." Yang Mi laughed.

"Schadenfreude," Liu Qianqian glared at her through gritted teeth, "Are you still my friend?!"

“I’m your friend, that’s why I’m tutoring you,” Yang Mi said, pinching her cheek. “In my simulations, you’re like a child who never grows up and has no long-term plans. You set goals when you’re emotional, and you get frustrated when you don’t achieve them.”

"That's not me, it's just my shadow!" Liu Qianqian said indignantly. "Don't equate me with a shadow."

"Then prove it to me, don't just talk the talk, Xian'er." Yang Mi spread her hands. "Just you wait and see!" Liu Qianqian said, enunciating each word clearly.

Yang Mi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Her attention had been completely diverted, and she shouldn't continue to ask about the toy company. Although she didn't mind her getting involved, at this point... Aunt Liu probably wouldn't agree. She would just give her some hints later and see if she could understand.

The camera pans to Xu Jiuyang. After discussing the script of "Chinese Paladin" with Sister Xiaoli, he stopped caring about it and went to the "Red Cliff" film crew in Wuxi.

The crew will film some scenes in the Three Kingdoms City, but not all of them, since the film city is getting old and real ancient battlefields can only be created using CG.

"To be precise, it's CG plus miniature models. I founded a special effects company, a special effects company in mainland China, and I'm prepared to not make a profit for ten years," Angela said.

"Ten years is probably not enough, even if your special effects company is responsible for all the special effects in Chinese-language films." Xu Jiuyang bluntly poured cold water on her enthusiasm.

"So, do you hope this special effects company succeeds or fails?" Angela asked with a smile.

"Did they invest in it?" Xu Jiuyang asked in return.

“Of course.” Angela nodded.

“Of course I hope to make it happen,” Xu Jiuyang said immediately.

"Is it really necessary to treat them this differently?" Angela raised an eyebrow.

"There's no way around it, you can take on both of them by yourself." Xu Jiuyang shrugged.

"Really? Am I that good?" Angela chuckled. "Then when are you going to get them over here to give it a try?"

Xu Jiuyang looked at her speechlessly: "Can you please stop having such wild imaginations all the time? Be careful, or one day you might actually have a really wild imagination!"

“Maybe it’s not just a wild idea, maybe it’s just an open mind?” Angela replied nonchalantly.

"You're really good at taking things easy..." Xu Jiuyang was speechless again. This is how it is when you talk to someone who knows China. You use metaphors, intending to see them make a fool of themselves, but you end up making a fool of yourself instead.

However, when the topic of being open-minded came up, he recalled something: "I remember someone saying that you agreed to approve the investment requests from Japan?"

“Is there a problem?” Angela spread her hands. “They can’t interfere with the casting or dictate the plot; they only got the distribution rights in Japan.”

She immediately emphasized, "Although Columbia operates independently, it is still a subsidiary of Sony, so we have to give them face. Besides, we've already accepted the South Korean funding, so we don't need this little bit of Japanese funding."

"Alright, just don't let them interfere with the production." Since that's what they said, what could Xu Jiuyang do?

But he was still a little curious: "How did you get them to agree to these conditions? Based on my understanding of the Japanese, they would at least want overseas distribution rights."

“Probably because I’m American,” Angela said with a smile.

Xu Jiuyang rolled his eyes: "Good, good, Americans are amazing."

Even so, he didn't say anything more. In his previous life, Wu Baige's "Red Cliff" did not give the overseas distribution rights to a Japanese company. This life's "Red Cliff" is a key national project and has American funding, so it's even less likely that they will be given the rights.

However, Xiao Rizi really loves the Three Kingdoms theme. Even with such harsh conditions, they still agreed and paid for it.

Well, okay, it might be because of Angela. After all, she is the deputy director of the Greater China region of Colombia, and she must have some connections in Japan. It is said that the Japanese maid in Xiaoli's house was found with her help.

In short, it's quite good that this version of "Red Cliff" doesn't use Japanese-style armor like the old Three Kingdoms series, which left a regret, nor does it have to be like Wu Baige's stuff, which made Gan Xing look like a hodgepodge.

(End of this chapter)