Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 564 Disgusting, absolutely disgusting

Outside the VIP passage of Beijing Capital International Airport, as Wu Chen and his entourage's motorcade slowly drove away, the once bustling crowd of media reporters finally began to disperse.

But the excitement in the air only increased.

"Quick! Report back to the news agency immediately! We've got the headline!"

"Send the recording back and have the editorial department publish the article immediately! Use Wu Chen's line, 'I deserve a lot of credit,' for the title!"

Almost the instant Wu Chen and the others disappeared, several quick-thinking reporters immediately raised their phones and dialed their respective editorial offices back.

Just minutes later, this "telephone exchange" that had just taken place at the airport quickly created the first ripples on the internet.

On Weibo's trending topics list
#Wu Chen calls out to Feng Xiaogang#
#Wu Chen deserves special thanks for the earthquake relief efforts that have exceeded 6 million#
These two topics, as if injected with rocket fuel, climbed at a visible speed and quickly secured their place at the top of the list.

Inside the editorial departments of major portal websites, the sound of keyboards clattering could be heard everywhere. Articles with multiple drafts prepared in advance were quickly pushed to the homepage after urgent revisions and polishing.

Wu Chen returns to China, jokingly talking about "Aftershock" at the airport: Congratulations to Director Feng, remember to give a grand thank you when it surpasses 6 million.

[The Box Office War Behind a Joke: The Origins of the Feud Between Wu Chen and Feng Xiaogang!]

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The media seized upon this as if it were a treasure trove, offering comprehensive and in-depth interpretations and interpretations of Wu Chen's remarks.
Netizens burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter! Director Wu's move to cut off the enemy's supply lines was absolutely brilliant!"

"This is like killing someone by attacking their spirit! Feng Xiaogang is probably green with envy right now. Now the whole internet knows that Wu Chen contributed to the box office success of 'Aftershock'!"

"I can already imagine Feng Xiaogang's expression when 'Aftershock' actually breaks 6 million at the box office. How amazing will that be?"

"Quick! Does anyone have the video of that interview with Feng Xiaogang? Find it for me! I want to make it into a meme!"

The atmosphere in Huayi Brothers' office was completely different from the "cheerful atmosphere" of the previous few days; it was so heavy it was almost palpable.

The ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts, and both Wang Zhonglei and Feng Xiaogang looked rather grim, with the latter being the most displeased.

Feng Xiaogang's face turned bright red, as if he had eaten shit. He got up and paced back and forth in the office, cursing under his breath.

"Disgusting! So disgusting!"

Damn it, was he sincere when he said those things during "The Martian"?
Damn it, he never imagined back then that "Aftershock" would actually make 6 million!
I figured it was just a polite gesture, so I thanked them.

But when the time actually came, he only felt waves of nausea.

This box office success is the result of his hard work in promoting the company and even at the cost of sacrificing some of his personal reputation. What does it have to do with Wu Chen?
This whole thing makes it seem like Wu Chen gets half the credit for his box office success.

He didn't resist any hardship, yet he reaped all the benefits?
And damn it, he always felt that the first half of Wu Chen's reply was somewhat sarcastic, what did he mean by saying that five hundred more screens have appeared across the country in the past few months?
This person's heart is absolutely filthy!

"And another thing! When did I ever say I would give him a 'grand' thank you? Nonsense! Wu Chen and the media are like leeches, always trying to exaggerate."

Feng Xiaogang grew angrier the more he thought about it, muttering to himself incessantly.

Wang Zhonglei's head was throbbing with rage. He glanced at Feng Xiaogang, who was still complaining, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes. "Damn it, wasn't that what you said in a moment of impulsiveness?"
Now that the boomerang has hit them, they've started blaming everyone and everything, but not themselves for their loose tongues.

Now it's really bad, it can't be washed off no matter what.

The thought of having to deal with this whole thing again on the day "Aftershock" actually breaks 6 million at the box office makes Wang Zhonglei feel like there's a fly stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Beijing, Ning Hao saw the news at home and immediately burst into laughter, slapping his thigh and even clapping his hands.
"Holy crap! Wu Chen actually remembers this! I'd completely forgotten about it, this makes me laugh."

He could already picture Feng Xiaogang's ashen face at that moment.

He's about to become a director with 600 million yuan in box office revenue, making him the second highest-grossing director in China, enjoying immense success.

But at this time, the heated discussions among netizens and industry insiders will definitely not focus on this; instead, they will be talking about Feng Xiaogang's gratitude.

For Feng Xiaogang, this was a complete shock.

Wu Chen added a special note: "A heartfelt thank you."
How can we express our gratitude in a truly meaningful way?
Xing Aina, who was standing to the side, also burst into laughter: "Director Wu, this..."

At this time, Wu Chen, Liu Yifei, and others had returned to their villa in the suburbs of Beijing to rest.

The crew's equipment transfer won't be quick; it will take at least two more days, which will give everyone a chance to adjust to the time difference.

Not long after we settled in, Han Sanping called.

Wu Chen also inquired about the filming schedule, which was set to begin in three days.

"No problem, I've arranged everything for you, including your cornfield and filming locations. It will definitely exceed your expectations!"

On the other end of the phone, Han Sanping sounded cheerful, "Songyuan, Jilin, is a nationally renowned corn-producing region. The black soil and abundant sunshine make the corn grow incredibly plump."

Thousands of acres of land stretching out in one continuous stretch, perfectly matching your desire for boundless expanse.

Moreover, the local government was very cooperative when they heard you were coming; they've already processed your helicopter takeoff application. You can take aerial photos however you like.

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen smiled and said, "Chairman Han, thank you for your hard work."

"Hey, what's so hard about this?" Han Sanping changed the subject, a hint of anticipation in his voice. "What do you think? Should we announce this filming location later? If Interstellar becomes a box office hit, this filming location might even become a new tourist attraction in the area."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen chuckled.
"We don't need to announce that, do we? With our people, they'll find out wherever we're filming. But what kind of tourist attraction can a cornfield become? Mr. Han, that's probably unrealistic."

"That's not necessarily true!" Han Sanping laughed on the other end. "If it succeeds, that's revenue generation! Otherwise, why do you think the local government is so proactive and why the approval process is so fast?"

Including the fire brigade you might need later, they've already prepared everything for you in advance. Even if it doesn't work out, consider it publicity for the local area. As for the corn, it can do some publicity, right?"

"Alright, I don't really understand this. Mr. Han, you guys can handle it."

Wu Chen didn't say anything more; professional matters should be left to professionals.

(End of this chapter)