Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

The banquet hall was extremely quiet.

No one responded.

Wang Zhonglei picked up the white porcelain teacup in front of him.

The lid scraped against the rim of the cup, making a crisp clinking sound.

"Mr. Yu." Wang Zhonglei put down his teacup.

He leaned forward slightly, staring into Yu Le's eyes.

"Who wouldn't want to sit at one of the tables outside?"

"But those people in Hollywood have welded the door shut. When Chinese-language films go there, they either get their rights bought out for a pittance, or they're just there for show, with all the screenings limited to midnight showings."

Yu Dong nodded in agreement.

He started out in distribution, so he knows this area best and has learned the most lessons from it.

"Mr. Wang is right," Yu Dong sighed. "North American theaters are like an impenetrable fortress. We can't get in. Those foreigners are incredibly ruthless. Back when I sent my films there, they even deducted the most basic marketing and distribution costs from my principal. In the end, I even owed them money."

The business owners present all agreed.

Over the years, they have tried to go overseas, but they have all been thwarted by Hollywood's capital barriers.

Yu Le leaned back in his chair.

He twirled the thermos in his hand, his expression languid.

"It used to be an iron bucket," Yu Le said calmly. "Now, I've smashed a hole in it."

The business owners present exchanged glances.

Wang Changtian stroked his chin.

"Mr. Yu, are you referring to Inception? That movie was indeed a huge hit in North America. But that's an exception. You used a Hollywood crew, including Nolan and Leonardo DiCaprio."

Yu Le shook his head.

"It's not just the film itself," Yu Le said, holding up one finger. "It's the distribution channels."

"Salted Fish Entertainment's North American branch now holds the film scheduling commitments from the three major North American theater chains."

"As long as it's a film we send over, I can guarantee it won't be treated unfairly."

These words were spoken.

The atmosphere in the entire banquet hall changed instantly.

Yu Dong suddenly sat up straight.

His eyes widened in surprise.

Yu Dong's voice rose several octaves. "Mr. Yu, have you secured the North American theater rights?"

Yu Le nodded casually.

"It can be considered as having established a bridgehead."

He looked at everyone.

"Now the bridgehead is built. The road has been paved."

"The reason I called you all here today is to ask you this question."

"Who would like to bring their own great films and come with me to earn US dollars overseas?"

A collective gasp filled the banquet hall.

The bosses' breathing became heavy.

Earn US dollars!

These three words were too tempting for them.

No matter how much the domestic box office fluctuates, it's still only a limited size.

In recent years, companies have been scrambling to compete, resulting in increasingly thin profit margins.

If we could sell the movie to North America and around the world, the profits would be unimaginable.

However, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Wang Zhonglei is, after all, a seasoned veteran.

He suppressed his excitement and his mind raced.

"Mr. Yu, let's be frank," Wang Zhonglei said, placing his hands crossed on the table. "Since Xianyu Entertainment has paved the way, they certainly won't let us walk it for nothing."

"How exactly will this cooperation model work?"

Yu Le put down her thermos.

"It's simple." Yu Le held up two fingers. "Two conditions."

First. Affiliation.

"The overseas distribution rights for your films will be entirely handled by Salty Entertainment's North American branch. We will uniformly use Salty's brand for promotion and distribution."

The bosses nodded.

That makes sense.

If you're using someone else's channels, of course you should use their brand.

"Second. Review." Yu Le's gaze swept across the entire room, his eyes sharpening.

"I need to ensure the quality of every film I send out."

"Don't send me those terrible movies that just use a few popular celebrities and green screen effects to fool fans, or those industrial garbage with a broken plot that relies entirely on marketing."

"Sending it over there would be a disgrace to the Chinese people."

"As long as the quality is up to standard, Saltyfish Entertainment will take care of the entire overseas publicity and distribution, theatrical public relations, and even securing screenings."

"Don't worry about being suppressed by those local bullies overseas. If the sky falls, Salty Fish Entertainment will hold it up."

These words exuded an air of dominance.

The bigwigs present were thrilled.

With Xianyu Entertainment taking the fall for them, all they need to do is focus on creating good content.

Wang Changtian rubbed his hands together.

He couldn't help but speak up.

"Mr. Yu, what about the most crucial part... the profit-sharing ratio?"

This is the question that everyone cares about most.

In the past, Hollywood distributors who bought films from China were extremely unscrupulous.

Either buy it outright for $100,000.

If they opt for a revenue-sharing model, the distributor takes 70-80% of the box office revenue. The production company doesn't even get a slice of the profits.

Yu Le looked at their expectant yet nervous eyes.

He slowly extended his right hand, his five fingers spread wide.

"Fifty-fifty."

As soon as those three words came out.

The banquet hall fell silent instantly.

Yu Dong was completely stunned.

He picked at his ear, thinking he had misheard.

"Mr. Yu, how much would you like?"

"Fifty-fifty," Yu Le repeated. "After deducting the theaters' share and basic marketing costs, we'll split the net profit fifty-fifty."

Wang Zhonglei gasped.

He looked at Yu Le, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Mr. Yu..." Wang Changtian swallowed hard. "Your terms are so generous that they make us a little nervous."

Yu Le laughed.

He picked up the thermos and unscrewed the lid.

"Broaden your perspective, Mr. Wang."

"As I just said, my goal is to grab the chairs outside."

"How many good movies can Salty Entertainment make in a year? Even if I work myself to death, I still can't satisfy the appetite of the global market."

"What I want is for the entire Chinese film industry to unite and go global."

"To get foreigners used to watching our movies and getting used to our culture."

Yu Le took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"Making money is only sustainable if everyone works together."

"So, bosses, anyone interested in pulling off a big heist?"

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was completely ignited.

Yu Dong was the first to make the decision.

"Damn!" Yu Dong slapped his thigh. "Mr. Yu, you're so generous! Bona Film Group has a big-budget action film coming out in the second half of the year, directed by Tsui Hark. I'll personally deliver the finished film to you for your review!"

Wang Zhonglei was not to be outdone.

"Director Feng's new film is also in preparation at Huayi Brothers. As long as President Yu approves, overseas distribution will be entirely handled by Xianyu!"

.........

Immediately, all the bosses expressed their opinions.

Everyone's face was beaming with undisguised ecstasy.

The meeting went very smoothly.

Over the next hour, everyone discussed in detail the specific submission process and coordination details.

Yu Le did not interfere too much with their creative process.

He only emphasized one bottom line.

The content must be of high quality.

12:30 PM.

The meeting concluded successfully.

The bigwigs all stood up, walked to the head of the table, shook Yu Le's hands, and bid him a warm farewell.

"Mr. Yu, today's trip was worthwhile. From now on, wherever you point, we'll go!"

"Mr. Yu, please wait a moment. I'll treat you another day, and we can have a get-together alone!"

The bosses walked out of the banquet hall in twos and threes.

Everyone's steps became much lighter.

In the corridor.

Wang Zhonglei and Wang Changtian walked side by side.

The two had long forgotten their previous unpleasantness.

"Old Wang," Wang Zhonglei said in a low voice, "this General Manager Yu is a ruthless character. You can't argue with that."

Wang Changtian nodded in deep agreement.

"Yes, we can't compare to his vision." Wang Changtian sighed. "He's aiming to become the leader of the entertainment industry."

"Sure, let him be the leader." Wang Zhonglei laughed. "As long as he can get us some meat, what's wrong with calling him the leader?"

The two looked at each other and laughed, then stepped into the elevator.

In the banquet hall.

Everyone has left.

Only Yu Le was left.

He sat at a large rosewood round table, leaning lazily against the back of his chair.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the carpet.

Yu Le stretched, and his bones cracked a few times.

These old foxes have finally managed to trick them all into boarding the ship.

Simply criticizing won't change the current situation where bad movies are rampant in the Chinese entertainment industry.

We must use real financial incentives to pressure them.

With the huge overseas market dangling in front of them, and a clear stipulation that "only good films will be accepted," they have set out to acquire such films.

These capitalists, in order to make US dollars, will desperately try to cut corners on quality, scripts, and special effects.

Bad movies naturally have no place to exist.