In the entertainment industry, everyone has been reborn, but who will be their servant?

Chapter 18 Monetizing Traffic
With Qin Xuan's current prestige, gathering manpower would not be difficult; many people owe him.

Many talented but unappreciated people are willing to help him, simply because he represents the hopes of many, and working for those big companies wouldn't be much better.

It would be better to help those who want to treat them like human beings.

"So since I have people, how could I possibly have trouble with funding? One hundred yuan per person, how much is one hundred people again?" Qin Xuan turned to look at Liu Yifei beside him.

"Why are you looking at me? I don't know anything about it." Liu Yifei's mind didn't quite process what she was seeing.

"It's ten thousand yuan. What if each person contributes one thousand?" Qin Xuan looked at Liu Yifei again and asked seriously, "How much would it be for one hundred people?"

"Stop staring at me like that, how would I know?" Liu Yifei said reproachfully.

"It's 100,000, right? If each person contributes 10,000, that's 100 people."

"One million," Liu Yifei answered immediately.

"Yes, clever," Qin Xuan praised.

Liu Yifei glared at him, feeling that the man was doing it on purpose, deliberately teasing her.

Liu Xiaoli, who was on the other side, saw this and felt somewhat helpless. She understood the man's intention and asked, "So you're planning to raise funds through crowdfunding?"

"Yes, we'll raise funds through crowdfunding, and then distribute the profits to everyone," Qin Xuan said.

Currently, fundraising from individuals is not strictly regulated and is permitted by laws and regulations.

As long as the number does not exceed two hundred people, and it doesn't cause public outrage, fulfilling the promise is legal.

The restrictions were later imposed because those capitalists caused widespread resentment. They would raise hundreds of billions of yuan and then abscond with the money, and then use the film and television industry to launder money. Nobody could tolerate that, so the authorities had to intervene.

Of course, Qin Xuan wouldn't raise funds and run away; he's not that unethical.

“Your plan is feasible, but it will be difficult to implement, and it may not be very good for your reputation.” Liu Xiaoli thought the idea was sound.

But it's difficult to take money from someone else's pocket.

Moreover, if you raise funds, people will accuse you of embezzlement. Regardless of whether you embezzled or not, people will say what you did with the money, leaving you with no way to defend yourself.

"There's no way around it. To put it bluntly, I have to monetize what I do. Otherwise, if I keep doing this, people will forget me soon, and I'll be worthless." Qin Xuan was telling the truth and did not deny that there was a selfish motive involved.

In later parlance, it was about monetizing traffic.

Liu Xiaoli nodded without saying anything; she couldn't judge the matter from a moral standpoint.

But the fact that the child was able to say it shows that he is honest.

"It's nothing, as long as the promise is kept. We celebrities, once we become famous, still have to take on advertising and commercial performances to make money." Liu Yifei didn't think there was anything wrong with it, as long as it wasn't a lie.

After she finished speaking, she nudged Qin Xuan's arm with her elbow: "I have a question, what if we don't make any money?"

"I'm confident I'll make money," Qin Xuan said, shaking his head.

“I was saying if,” Liu Yifei pressed.

"There aren't that many 'ifs'," Qin Xuan couldn't answer the question.

If you don't make any money, the only thing you can do is run away!
Liu Xiaoli realized that the boy hadn't thought about the consequences at all, so she asked, "Do you have any projects in hand right now?"

"Yes, I've been thinking about this lately, and I've written a script, planning to film it," Qin Xuan replied.

"You wrote it? A movie?" Liu Yifei's eyes widened suddenly.

"Of course I wrote it, of course it's a movie." Qin Xuan's tone was confident.

Liu Yifei remained silent, and the air of doubt seemed to emanate from her.

Qin Xuan couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you believe me?"

"I remember you're not from a formal acting background, are you? Your education level isn't high either," Liu Yifei said honestly. "Who says you can't write screenplays if you're not from a formal acting background or don't have a high education level? I can not only write screenplays, I can also direct movies, I can do everything," Qin Xuan said, his tone becoming more serious, with a hint of competitiveness.

He could laugh off other people's doubts, but Liu Yifei's doubts made him feel frustrated, like not being recognized by someone he "loved," which was a very disheartening feeling.

After all, Liu Yifei had been so good to him before!

"Really?" Liu Yifei asked, half believing it.

"Of course it's true, absolutely true. Just you wait and see. After I finish making the movie, I'll invite you to see it." Qin Xuan's tone was very serious and earnest.

Liu Xiaoli observed without saying a word.

"Please let me see?" Liu Yifei placed her hand on her chest.

“Yes, you didn’t believe it? We’ll let you judge it when it’s filmed,” Qin Xuan said.

"Okay."

Liu Yifei readily agreed, feeling quite honored that she had suddenly become an expert. However, she still said, "You mustn't make a bad movie. If you make a bad movie and it doesn't sell at the box office, then we're doomed."

"Can't you say something nice?" Qin Xuan took a deep breath, not really wanting to hear it.

Liu Xiaoli felt that her daughter was a bit too talkative, so she said to her daughter, "Qianqian, say less."

Liu Yifei lowered her head, pursed her lips, and smiled demurely, knowing that she had said a bit too much.

She did not notice anything unusual about Qin Xuan.

"Xiao Xuan, making movies is very risky, and the return cycle is long. You should be careful," Liu Xiaoli advised.

"I was prepared for this, but everything has a beginning. Let's start something and then take it slowly." Qin Xuan's expression was solemn; he was not usually one to speak much.

Liu Xiaoli nodded, then asked, "How much investment will you make in your project?"

"A million or two, but the exact amount hasn't been budgeted yet."

"That's a low-budget film."

"Yes."

As he spoke, Liu Xiaoli lowered her head and thought for a while before saying, "Since it's not high, I'll invest some too."

This puzzled Qin Xuan, who asked, "You're investing in me?"

“My mom also dabble in stocks and makes some investments,” Liu Yifei added.

"I see." Qin Xuan was quite surprised.

I've always been puzzled by how this person, who no longer dances, can still provide Liu Yifei with a princess-like life. Where does the income come from? I never imagined it came from investments.

“Sure, you only need to invest tens of thousands, not too much,” Qin Xuan said.

"A few tens of thousands will do?" Liu Xiaoli asked in surprise.

"Yes, we can spread it out. If all goes well, we can raise the funds. We don't need that much." Qin Xuan wanted everyone to contribute a little, so that the funds could be spread out.

What if we lose money if we concentrate all our resources on one person?
Just like Liu Yifei said, what if the box office doesn't sell? Spread it out, and everyone will only lose a little money, and everyone can bear it.

Movies are a difficult thing to predict. There are too many good movies that flop. Different times and different marketing methods can all lead to a movie flop.

“I’m so curious, can such a small amount of money guarantee the quality of the movie? Even ‘Crazy Stone’ cost more than three million.” Liu Yifei spoke up again.

"We'll know whether it can be filmed or not, you don't need to be curious." Qin Xuan couldn't stand her anymore.

They opened their mouth and immediately stabbed you with a knife.

(End of this chapter)