Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 115 My person, when did it become your place to talk? (Seeking recommendation votes and monthly votes)
The night in the mountain city was filled with the spicy aroma of hot pot. The opening banquet for "Better Days" was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and golden balloons swayed gently in the evening breeze.

Gu Yang, dressed in a sharp black suit, wore a polite smile and occasionally clinked glasses with the investors beside him.

Gu Yang didn't keep the profits from this movie to himself. After all, movies aren't like TV series, where you can just sell them to TV stations or platforms.

In addition to high production costs, films also need to navigate complex theatrical distribution channels to secure screenings and rely on professional distributors for marketing, publicity, and box office revenue sharing negotiations.

It involves many aspects, and only by uniting multiple parties can resources be integrated to enhance market competitiveness.

Gu Yang's Xinghe Media retained a 60% share, primarily controlling film creation. Guangxian Media, leveraging its extensive distribution experience and resources, secured a 30% share, undertaking the main distribution work.

Wanda Pictures, with its vast cinema network and strong promotional capabilities, accounts for 10% of the revenue. The three parties complement each other's strengths and jointly build a film investment and distribution system.

Just as he was toasting with everyone, the cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call." He nodded apologetically, and as soon as he grasped the phone, the clinking of glasses in the private room suddenly subsided by a third.

"Mr. Gu," came a suppressed sob from the other end of the phone, Yanzi's voice broken, "Nannan was scolded all day, her eyes are swollen from crying and she's still crying."

Can you help her?

"No rush, Yanzi, speak slowly!" Gu Yang's face had turned cold, and his voice carried a hint of anger.

The once noisy private room seemed to be put on pause; the clinking of glasses, laughter, and the clatter of cutlery all disappeared at the same time.

All eyes were on the young boss.

"I understand!" Gu Yang hung up the phone quietly after listening to Zhang Ruonan's assistant's tearful complaint.

I have already made up my mind.

"Excuse me, everyone. There's an emergency with the film 'Cry Me a Sad River,' which our company invested in. I have to fly to Shanghai immediately to handle it."

The voice was cold and left no room for argument.

After saying that, he gave Zhang Axin a look and walked towards the door.

Zhang Axin understood immediately and followed suit, arranging transportation and booking plane tickets.

"Everyone, Mr. Gu is really dedicated to this project!" Producer Shen Wei stood up, raising his glass to smooth things over. "Come on, let me toast you all on behalf of Gu Yang! This film, 'Better Days,' is something we..."

The clinking of glasses resumed, but this time with a deliberate attempt at liveliness.

What major event could have happened to cause Gu Yang to lose his composure like this?
Even as the elevator doors slowly closed, the rising and falling greetings in the banquet hall could not mask the surging doubts in everyone's eyes.

On the way to the airport, the car wound its way up and down the mountain road.

Zhang Axin, sitting in the passenger seat, secretly glanced at the back seat. Gu Yang was looking down at his phone, his face so dark it could drip water.

"Boss, what happened? Should I contact Shanghai?" Zhang Axin swallowed hard. The air conditioner was on, but his back was covered in cold sweat.

Gu Yang suddenly threw his phone onto the seat, the neon lights outside the window sweeping across his ashen face: "What could it be?"

He loosened his tie and said in an icy tone, "Some people are just blind and dare to bully our artists!"

Our artist? Zhang Ruonan was bullied?

Zhang Axin gasped in shock; his boss was truly enraged!

Looks like someone's in for some bad luck!
"Jingle Bell"

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Hello, Mr. Chen?"

"Brother Gu!" Chen Libo from Guangxian Media called out in a raised voice over the phone, amidst the clattering of mahjong tiles. "I heard you skipped the opening banquet and ran away? What happened?"

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, as the two families were in the honeymoon period.

The revenue generated by "Qingqing's Daily Life" is more than most of the other TV series they have invested in this year combined.

Since the two films were made together, he certainly didn't want any unpleasant incidents to occur.

"It's nothing!"

"Brother, you're not treating your older brother like family!"

"It seems like my little artist has been wronged!"

Chen Libo cursed inwardly!

Those bastards in the "Cry Me a Sad River" crew really know how to cause trouble!

They just made a fortune off Gu Yang, and now someone dares to mess with him?

On one hand, there was the movie he was investing 3000 million yuan in with Gu Yang, and on the other hand, there was Gu Yang, the god of wealth. He immediately made a decision.

"Hey! It's no big deal! Bro, just take care of them! Don't worry about changing the director, even if you replace the whole crew, I'll cover for you!"

"Brother Chen, you flatter me." Gu Yang gazed at the streetlights rushing past the window, his tone softening. "Once I get to Shanghai and check things out, I'll find you for drinks another day!"

The flight from Chongqing to Shanghai takes about two and a half hours.

Gu Yang and his group arrived at the airport around 18 p.m., quickly checked in, and boarded their flight.

They landed in Shanghai at nearly 20:30 p.m. and immediately got into the car to head to the film set.

At this time, the crew of "Cry Me a Sad River" was on set.

Filming is still ongoing!

They were filming the pivotal scene of Gu Senxiang falling from the building that night.

Gu Senxiang anonymously sent a text message to Yi Yao because Tang Xiaomi wanted to find someone to mess with her. Yi Yao thought the message was sent to the wrong person, so she forwarded it to Gu Senxiang. After receiving the message, Gu Senxiang went to the designated address as agreed. Noticing that someone was following her, she ran upstairs. When she reached the rooftop and had nowhere to go, she accidentally fell to her death.

However, in the original novel, Gu Senxiang was unable to bear the humiliation and psychological trauma after being insulted and abused by thugs, and chose to commit suicide by cutting her wrists.

The film crew's night shooting studio was as cold as an icebox, and the large searchlights made the rooftop appear eerily white.

Zhang Ruonan, wearing only a thin school uniform, moved back and forth between the protective pad and the wire.

"Cut! Again!"

Guo Xiaosi, holding a megaphone, shouted again, slamming the script on his hand, "Not enough emotion! You need to portray the despair of being betrayed by the whole world!"

Zhang Ruonan wiped her face, unsure whether it was sweat or tears, took a deep breath, and moved towards the edge of the rooftop again.

This is the eighth time already; her ankles have been marked with two bloody welts from the wires, and her knees are swollen from kneeling.

Director Luo Luo couldn't bear to watch any longer: "How about we reschedule for tomorrow? This girl is shaking so badly, her eyes are practically glazed over. And she was already in poor condition today, if this continues..."

She had already developed a bit more affection for Zhang Ruonan!

Although his acting skills are lacking, he is truly hardworking and resilient!
Guo Xiaosi pulled his baseball cap down further: "The whole team is moving tomorrow! We have to crack this tough nut today!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Ruonan spread her arms and fell backward, the wind generated by the wire swirling a few withered leaves in the pale light.

"Card!!"

Guo Xiaosi nearly crushed the megaphone, slamming the script onto the monitor. "Zhang Ruonan, what's wrong with you? Your eyes are as empty as a walking corpse! We've filmed this scene almost nine times already, and you still can't find your soul?"

The air on set seemed to freeze instantly. Zhang Ruonan's lips, which were turning purple from the cold, trembled slightly. "I'm sorry..."

"Is all you can say 'sorry'?!" Guo Xiaosi yanked his tie and charged forward, veins throbbing in his temples. "We paid so much money to hire you, and you can't even put on a look of despair? If you can't act, then get the hell out of here!"

Zhang Ruonan's eyes instantly turned red, tears welling up, and she barely managed to keep them from falling by digging her nails deep into her palms.

"Nan Nan, don't cry, don't cry!" A voice trembled in her heart, but was cut off by another, colder voice: "Hold it in! You have to prove yourself!"

"He'll be disappointed if he doesn't act well."

"When he doesn't want you anymore, you'll be back to having nothing."

Just as she was trembling, the iron gate of the film set was suddenly smashed open with a loud crash.

A biting wind, carrying withered leaves, howled in and instantly overturned the script on the ground.

Gu Yang stood at the intersection of light and shadow, his black cashmere coat fluttering in the wind, outlining his tall and straight figure.

He took off his sunglasses and tossed them aside, revealing a sharp glint in his dark face.

His eyebrows and eyes were sharp as if carved by a knife, and beneath his high, straight nose, his thin lips were pressed into a cold, hard line.

The slightly messy bangs on her forehead added to her untamed and wild charm.

After showing off for a few seconds, he strode across the entire film set in a flash, taking three steps at a time.

His well-defined hands steadily supported her body as she was about to fall, and his warm palms gently brushed her reddened cheeks, tenderly yet forcefully pressing back the tears that were about to fall.

"Don't cry! I'm here!"

Her deep eyes surged with overwhelming anger and heartache, as if she were about to crush everything that had wronged her.

"Guo Xiaosi!" Gu Yang kicked the script aside, causing the monitor to shake. "Making actresses suspended by wires ten times in the dead of winter, dressed so scantily, are you out of your mind?!"

Before she finished speaking, a cashmere coat was already wrapped around Zhang Ruonan's shivering body.

Guo Xiaosi was dumbfounded!

He stared wide-eyed at the rising star who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Of course he knows Gu Yang!
He's just a minor celebrity, why is he here? And even more arrogant than him?

He jumped up abruptly: "Gu Yang, don't mess things up! When I'm filming, I only care about the effect!"

"Is it because she lacked discernment that she can't speak up?"

"Shut up!" Gu Yang sneered, no longer wanting to reason with this idiot.

He loosened his tie and began rolling up his sleeves.

"When did it become your place to talk about my people?"

Gu Yang's voice was as cold as ice, yet every word burned her eyes with pain.

Zhang Ruonan huddled inside her coat, still warm from his body heat, staring blankly at the man who had suddenly appeared before her.

Her man!

He is the person who will always rush out to protect her when she is most helpless.

The undried tears on her eyelashes began to swirl again.

Just moments ago, she was numb from the cold, but now her heart was burning hot, and even the wrist that Gu Yang had held was burning.

She tugged at the hem of her coat, wanting to call his name, but found her throat filled with soreness and emotion. She could only stare blankly at the straight back of the man who had shielded her from all the wind and rain. Tears finally rolled down uncontrollably, dripping onto the coat that still held his warmth.

"Gu Yang, what exactly do you want to do?" Guo Xiaosi was still jumping up and down, roaring angrily!

"Fuck you!"

"Boss, don't be impulsive! When you beat him up later, don't hit his face..."

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