Huayu Entertainment, all I can do is make bad movies.

Wang Zhongjun arrived very quickly.

It seems that he values ​​the box office of "Titans 2" more than Wang Hai.

I can understand; capitalists always put profit first.

However, Wang Zhongjun, who was new to Haiwang Film and Television, still toured Wang Hai's base inside and out.

"Why not get a more eye-catching storefront sign?"

"The company is in its early stages, and we can't focus on all the details right now."

"You don't need to do this yourself. I'll have someone from the company design it for you later."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Wang. Just give me a 20% discount."

Wang Zhongjun said quite generously, "What 20% discount? We'll do it for Haiwang for free. Huayi's work is terrible; their materials are cheap. Why wouldn't Haiwang do a good job with their storefront?"

Wang Hai shook his head and said, "I'm too lazy to do it, and it's not very interesting. Now that the company has established itself in the north, maybe we can add a GG design business, buy a few more indoor photo printers, and focus on film and television and indoor photography. Mr. Wang, please, let's talk inside."

Wang Zhongjun smacked his lips.

I originally thought Wang Hai was some kind of rich kid.

Either they're playing dumb to outsmart others.

I didn't expect this guy to be so knowledgeable.

Ordinary people don't understand what a photo printer is, or that photo printers are divided into indoor and outdoor types.

I don't understand.

Where did Wang Hai come from, this monkey from?

"The company has quite a few people, probably over a hundred."

"Only 97 people are working at the company now; many have been sent out to do business," Wang Hai said.

Wang Zhongjun asked curiously, "What kind of business does the film and television industry need to pursue? Finding investors?"

"Pretty much. It's about building relationships with various TV stations and then contacting Haiwang Films if needed."

Wang Zhongjun suddenly realized.

Ah, I've learned something.

Only a few dozen films are produced domestically each year, and television dramas remain the primary form of entertainment for ordinary people.

Provincial television stations produce the most dramas. If you can establish a good relationship with a provincial television station, you can co-produce dramas, or even have your company produce dramas and sell them to the station...

Wang Zhongjun drifted off into daydreams.

"If a provincial TV station needs 6 dramas of 30 episodes each a year, the production company will have to shoot 180 episodes. This can support a crew of dozens of people all year round. How many people would that support? How much profit would that generate?"

At this moment, Wang Zhongjun no longer dared to underestimate Wang Hai.

His visit to Aquaman Films today wasn't solely for "Titans 2".

The real purpose was to probe Wang Hai's background.

After all, the two sides will have to make a profit-sharing relationship, and in this industry, it's all about the strong bullying the weak and the big fish eating the small fish.

The cinema chains are powerful and have seized most of the profits.

Whether the remaining portion of the profits is more or less depends on the capabilities of the distributor and producer.

If Wang Hai, the actor from Haiwang Film and Television, is all show and no substance, then Wang Zhongjun and Huayi will do everything in their power to protect and snatch food from him.

Now, Wang Zhongjun thinks a 50/50 split is good, with Huayi and Haiwang getting along harmoniously and creating brilliance together.

Wang Hai's demeanor as a young man in his early twenties, his thorough understanding of the film and television industry, and his knowledge of the gay industry clearly indicate that he comes from an extraordinary family background.

They were either rich or noble.

Wang Zhongjun privately guessed that most of them were merchant families from the south.

He didn't believe at all that Wang Hai came from northern Jiangsu.

Even if it's true, it's still their hometown. At least half of the people in Shanghai and Jiangnan have their ancestral homes in northern Jiangsu.

After visiting Haiwang Film and Television, Wang Hai got into Wang Zhongjun's car and they headed to Haidian together.

Many people shared the same destination as them.

People from all over Beijing flocked to the Red Star Cinema, calling taxis, riding bicycles, motorcycles, or taking buses.

The reason was that the Red Star Cinema had screened the world-famous movie "Titanic" the day before.

Older people in China don't care.

The talk of the town is about the CCTV version of "Water Margin".

Why doesn't that surrender-worshipping Song Jiang just die?

If I ever see this actor, I'll make sure he's dead.

Young people also read "Water Margin," but "Titanic" is a masterpiece in their hearts.

Students and working professionals who haven't watched "Titanic" at least once simply can't have harmonious conversations with classmates and colleagues.

Couples and lovers who don't support "Titanic" together will have their relationship compromised.

The frenzy among young audiences helped "Titanic" break the 200 million yuan mark at the domestic box office, making the film market exceptionally lively.

"Ali, we're here. This is the movie theater."

At the entrance of the Red Star Cinema, Ma Dayong turned to his female companion behind him and said...

He rode his bicycle for nearly an hour, carrying a person on his back, feeling as if he had swum around in a river. He was utterly exhausted.

But seeing his female companion's smiling face, Ma Dayong felt it was all worth it.

"That's right, isn't it?"

"No mistake, there are so many people in line. My friend watched 'Titanic' at this cinema yesterday, and they said they'll be showing it again today."

"Let's go buy the tickets quickly."

"You don't need to go. It'll be too hot queuing in the sun. I'll go buy two Cokes first and then come over to queue. There's definitely air conditioning in the movie theater. You can go inside and wait. I'll call you when I get the tickets."

Ma Dayong wiped the sweat and dust from his dark face and said with a doting expression.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dayong."

"This little bit of hardship is nothing. Hurry up and go inside, don't get any more sunburned," Ma Dayong urged.

As his female companion's figure gradually disappeared into the crowd, Ma Dayong couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and his body, which had been holding on, relaxed.

Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate!

The blazing sun is strong enough to scorch a person's skin.

What can we do?

The girl he liked wanted to see "Titanic." Even though he disliked movies and was unwilling to take time off work, he would go through fire and water to help her fulfill her wish.

They were drinking cola while waiting in line.

He wandered forward like a zombie in a daze for an unknown amount of time, when a chill swept over him and he perked up. Finally, he moved from outside the door to inside and saw that familiar face again.

And the small blackboard on the wall of the ticket office.

Screening Announcement: 3 PM, *Titanic*....................2

Ma Dayong felt relieved.

There were so many people waiting to enter that he was really worried about running out of tickets. The hardship of his long bike ride was a small matter; he couldn't bear the thought of the girl being upset.

If they release two games, that makes things much easier; at most, we'll have to wait for the next game.

Another ten minutes passed, and Ma Dayong finally became the leader of the team.

"I need two tickets, how much?"

"60".

"How much?" Ma Dayong looked at the ticket seller in disbelief.

A movie ticket costs 30 yuan, which is more than his daily wage.

"30 yuan each, 60 yuan for two tickets," the ticket seller emphasized again.

Ma Dayong heard it clearly, but he couldn't quite believe it and felt a pang of heartache.

Seeing Ali slowly walking towards him, even though his heart was bleeding, he had no choice but to take out a hundred-yuan bill.

"It's all worth it as long as I can win Ali's heart."

As he walked through the dark corridor leading to the screening room, Ma Dayong consoled himself with these words.

The distance of a few steps was covered in an instant. Amidst the noisy crowd, Ma Dayong and his companion chose a decent spot and chatted and laughed as they waited for the screen to light up.

100 people.

200 people.

350 people.

There were 500 people in the theater; every seat was taken. At the same time, the big screen lit up.

A moment later, a "steam horn" sounded throughout the theater, signaling the start of the show.

What came into view was a cruise ship with the words "Titanic" painted on its side.

Wang Hai frowned and glanced at Wang Zhongjun with extreme displeasure.

"Damn it, how dare they touch his work so casually."

Perhaps sensing the coldness in Wang Hai's eyes, Wang Zhongjun took the initiative to make amends, saying, "Your original film didn't clearly depict the Titanic, so I had someone record a segment at the Tianjin dock and edit it in."

Wang Hai nodded noncommittally and continued watching the movie.

The cruise ship scene ends, and the scene shifts to Wang Hai and Fan Xiaopang, who appear covered in blood and filthy.

"Ah... Hai, don't come any closer..."

The hundreds of people in the theater on the cruise ship, who had been excitedly waiting, suddenly fell silent, followed by a series of "Huh?" sounds.

"what?"