Entertainment Era: My Good Sister Is All Over the World

"I heard from people that Liu Songren took the crew to the mainland to film."

Something occurred to Shi Nansheng, and she said softly, "Could it be that they received help from over there?"

Mai Jia touched his bald head, somewhat doubtfully asking, "Are there people like that over there?"

"Don't underestimate the people over there!" Tsui Hark stroked his short beard. "With hundreds of millions of people, it wouldn't be surprising if they produced a few geniuses, let alone talented individuals!"

Maka muttered, "I need to ask Liu Songren and the others who wrote the second half!"

Shi Nansheng smiled: "So you've fallen for talent again and are planning to bring them over to your company?"

The second half of the movie is filled with minor climaxes, culminating in a massive battle scene with hundreds of people fighting each other.

At the time, Huang Wenbin had local villagers play minor roles, giving each of them 50 cents, almost squandering all the people from the neighboring villages.

For the local villagers, being able to earn 50 cents for participating in filming is such a wonderful thing.

So everyone worked really hard back then.

As it turned out, the money was well spent.

The movie ends with the villain's death and the protagonist leaving gracefully with the female lead.

"This movie won't be a huge hit, but it should make a small profit."

After watching it, Tsui Hark concluded: "It's a somewhat interesting, half-good film."

Shi Nansheng couldn't help but complain, "You have such a sharp eye for other people's movies, but how come your own films have all failed at the box office?"

"I do have artistic aspirations!" Tsui Hark blushed slightly and softly defended himself, "It's not like I can't make commercial films. As long as someone invests in me, I can still make a blockbuster!"

Karl Maka immediately chimed in, "That's perfect timing! I happen to have money, a script, and manpower. Just come over, and you'll be the director!"

"Let's go to your company tomorrow and see what happens," Tsui Hark said, which essentially meant he agreed to join.

After they left, a round of applause rang out in the theater. Although it wasn't enthusiastic, it was still a good result.

The weight was finally lifted off Liu Songren and his companions' shoulders. After leaving the cinema, they found a restaurant for a late-night snack as a small celebration.

He was overjoyed that a movie that might have flopped now had a chance to make a small profit, and he even called Xu Xiaoming out with him.

"How was the movie?" Xu Xiaoming was busy filming "The Legend of Huo Yuanjia" and had just finished work when he came over. He hadn't seen the movie yet.

"At least we didn't flop!" Liu Songren was in high spirits, raising his glass: "The midnight show was passable, but we shouldn't lose money! I have to thank Mingzai for your help."

Xu Xiaoming laughed and said, "Why thank me? The real hero is Brother Huang Wenbin."

Du Qifeng took a swig of his drink and sighed, "This time, we really owe a lot to Mr. Huang Wenbin. Without him, we would probably have suffered a terrible fate. I can say goodbye to the film industry now."

"That's right!" Liu Songren nodded. "Once the box office is settled, I'll definitely give him a big red envelope."

Xu Xiaoming was somewhat surprised to hear this: "Is it really that amazing?"

"It was truly amazing." Du Qifeng recalled the scene when watching the movie. "Whenever Mr. Huang intervened, the audience was very accepting. But when it came to the parts I directed, the audience booed."

"And that photographer, Zhang something-mou, is amazing."

Chung Chu-hung couldn't help but chime in, "How come the footage he shot is so clean and beautiful? Even I look several times prettier in his photos."

Having followed Huang Wenbin for so long and had also had contact with Zhang Yimou, Xu Xiaoming said, "That photographer is from the Beijing Film Academy; he's very accomplished."

The late-night snack lasted until the early hours of the morning before everyone dispersed.

Liu Songren originally wanted to see Cherie Chung off, since it wasn't safe for a young woman to travel alone in the middle of the night.

To everyone's surprise, Xu Xiaoming said he came on a motorcycle and could give Chung Chu-hung a ride.

Liu Songren assumed that Xu Xiaoming was interested in Chung Chu-hung, so he turned to look at Chung Chu-hung.

Chung Chor-hung did not refuse, and got on the back of Xu Xiaoming's motorcycle, which then sped away in a cloud of dust.

Liu Songren watched the motorcycle disappear into the distance, thinking to himself that once the money arrived, he would definitely buy a nice car.

Xu Xiaoming drove Cherie Chung to Chungking Mansions, where the two sat down in a 24-hour coffee shop downstairs.

"You should have received his letter by now, right?" Xu Xiaoming asked bluntly.

Chung Chor-hung blushed slightly, a little embarrassed, but still nodded: "I just received it yesterday."

Xu Xiaoming then asked, "He told you about that, right?"

"What is it?" Chung Chu-hung paused for a moment, then came to her senses: "You mean the matter of starting a film company together? Oh right, he said that you, Tsui, would be in charge of this, and... he asked me to be his full representative."

Xu Xiaoming tapped his fingers on the table and then said, "I was originally planning to start a film company, but I couldn't find a suitable partner. He's perfect for it. In a couple of days, I'll have my wife register a film company. He'll contribute one-third of the capital, plus the script as equity, and we'll split it 50/50. You can hold his shares on his behalf."

"Me?" Chung Chu-hung lacked confidence: "I don't think I can do it."

"What are you afraid of?" Xu Xiaoming said softly, "He's backing you up."

Chung Chu-hung's face flushed again: "I'm no one to him, so why should I hold shares on his behalf?"

"That's between you two!" Xu Xiaoming chuckled. "Anyway, I'll have my wife come to you. After I finish filming 'The Legendary Fok Yuan-gap,' I'll go to the mainland again, and then we'll discuss the other arrangements in detail."

Chung Chu-hung nodded blankly.

"Should I ask him about his attitude for you?" Xu Xiaoming said with a smile to Chung Chu-hung.

"What kind of attitude is that?"

Chung Chor-hung was taken aback at first, then rolled her eyes and went straight upstairs.

"Ask me if you want, I can't be bothered with you."

"I'm going home to rest."

……

Beijing Film Studio.

Huang Wenbin waited for three days before director Wu Tianming finally arrived.

During this period, he even took the time to write a short story of 20,000 words called "Using a Lantern to Assess Losses".

The story still takes place in Jiangxi, a province that is usually unremarkable and often feels significant despite its lack of presence.

The story is about a chivalrous man who happened to ask a villager for help and was invited to stay at his home for a while. There was a local bully in town who oppressed the good and did whatever he wanted.

Driven by righteous indignation, the hero stepped in to help the local people and defeat the tyrant, but damaged some houses in the process. The hero casually offered to compensate them, saying he would do so as long as they gave him a price for the damages.

That night, hundreds of households in the town carried lanterns and searched their houses inch by inch, looking for every piece of damage, marking it and saying that it was caused by the hero, demanding compensation from him.

The hero stared at the exorbitant bill, speechless. He considered taking some money from the bully's house to pay the debt, but the townspeople said the bully's money was stolen from them, and the hero had no right to use it.

Seeing that these people were pressing him harder and harder, the hero had no choice but to draw his sword, beat the townspeople severely, and leave.

When he finished writing this novel, Liang Xiaosheng came to see him, so he casually showed it to him.

"How come your head is filled with so many strange people and events?" After reading it, Liang Xiaosheng sighed again, "You're comparable to Feng Jicai, but he focuses on people, while you focus on stories."

Huang Wenbin said calmly, "Just pretend I dreamt about it."

Then, he suddenly countered with a question: "Do you think this kind of thing could happen in reality?"

"Huh?" Liang Xiaosheng was taken aback, and subconsciously retorted, "It shouldn't be that bad. Although human nature is indeed unpredictable, this kind of ingratitude... well, I find it hard to judge."

He lost confidence halfway through his sentence.

"As a novel, it's a good story. Hopefully, it won't happen in real life; it could easily shatter people's faith, making it even harder to be a good person!"

Liang Xiaosheng shook his head and sighed, then put those thoughts aside and asked, "Where do you plan to submit this article?"

Huang Wenbin casually said, "Based on proximity, let's submit to 'People's Literature' or 'Yanjing Literature'."

"Perfect timing, I'm going to see Zhu Wei today, I'll submit this manuscript for you," Liang Xiaosheng said with a smile.

Huang Wenbin nodded: "Then thank you very much."

"It's nothing." Liang Xiaosheng waved his hand dismissively, then slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot to tell you, Director Wu Tianming from Xi'an Film Studio has arrived, and Director Wang wants you to go over there."