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

I slept so soundly.

The heat in my body has mostly dissipated.

If his phone hadn't rung, Wang Hai probably would have slept until late morning.

"Mr. Wang, is there something you need?"

"Are you free tonight? Let's grab dinner together."

Wang Hai blinked and delayed, saying, "Just say what you need to say, we're already so close."

"I have a favor to ask..."

Before Wang Zhongjun could finish speaking, Wang Hai quickly said, "Oh, is that so? Then how about tomorrow night? I have plans tonight."

"Okay, see you tomorrow night."

After putting his phone away, Wang Hai sat up.

Wang Zhongjun's intentions were clearly ill-intentioned; his so-called "unreasonable request" was nothing more than a scheme to get a share of the box office revenue.

Wang Hai was a little puzzled.

Did the other party figure something out and want to swindle money?

If that's the case, Wang Hai feels things are getting a bit tricky.

Whether it's borrowing money or temporarily suspending profit sharing, it's a significant blow to Haiwang Films.

Zhang Xiaomin and Zhou Yang were begging for money outside.

Rent, salaries, new projects—Haiwang Films may not be a large company, but it has many expenses; you can't do anything without money.

The revenue sharing money should not remain in the hands of the cinemas or Huayi Brothers for long.

After sitting and thinking for a while, Wang Hai dialed Boss Qian's number, intending to sound him out first.

During the last meal, he had a good chat with Boss Qian and managed to get some information out of him.

"I heard that most cinemas have already shared revenue with Huayi Brothers, but I'm short of money right now, so it will be delayed for a while."

"Brother Qian, how much of the profit share do you get?"

"The two cinemas cost over 100,000 yuan, not a lot of money, but the guy surnamed Wang is really pushing it."

"Do you know why?"

"I heard they're in a hurry to invest in a movie starring Feng Xiaogang."

Wang Hai understood instantly.

Having tasted the success of movies, Wang Zhongjun teamed up with Feng Xiaogang, hoping to make a big splash with the revenue sharing from "Titans II".

This kind of operation would be quite normal in the film and television industry in later generations.

But Wang Hai was still unhappy.

What do you take him for? A waiter in a restaurant who comes and goes as he pleases?

Millions of dollars were transferred so easily, while a simple favor was dismissed so readily?

"Damn it, using my money to curry favor with others."

"Hey bro, what are you muttering about?"

"It's nothing, Brother Qian. Just transfer your box office revenue share to Haiwang directly. Anyway, Huayi hasn't shared any revenue with me yet."

"That's great, it makes things easier for us brothers."

Wang Hai, unusually magnanimous, said, "It's settled then. I won't rush you. You can give me the money whenever you have it."

"Don't worry, brother. My small coal mine has run into some trouble. Otherwise, why would I be short of over 10 yuan and being chased around by that Wang guy?"

"I understand. You go ahead with your work; I have something to take care of here too."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Hai quickened his pace and returned to the company.

Huayi is going to play dirty tricks, so of course he won't just sit idly by.

Wang Hai took out the unfinished script for "Code Name 2" again, finished it as quickly as possible, and then loaded it into the book, preparing to take it to the bureau the next day.

"Boss, the three newspapers will publish the missing person notice tomorrow."

When Fang Bei got off work, he rushed back to the company.

"Okay, buy me one for each of them tomorrow morning."

"Also, tomorrow, have a few articulate employees stand by the company phone and tell them that whenever someone calls to inquire about JD.com, they should try to be vague and mention Hailong Building as much as possible, understand?"

"Got it, boss."

"It's time to go home after get off work."

A night of torment.

The next day, Wang Hai arrived at the company at nine o'clock sharp.

The only sound from the ceiling fan had been greatly reduced, silenced by the employees waiting by the phone.

"Yes, yes, she got lost near Hailong Building. She shouldn't have gone far. Her grandparents are frantic; one of them has already taken her to the hospital..."

"How come it's only 19 centimeters? Maybe the editor made a mistake..."

"It's a boy with chubby, rosy cheeks; he's so cute and handsome!"

"Parents? The parents are on their way to the capital. I heard the child's mother was dizzy the whole way? Ah, not from carsickness, but from crying herself unconscious. How pitiful..."

Wang Hai gave some praise to Fang Bei's eye for talent.

How should I put it? They all have a bit of a performative personality hidden in their bones, and they are all very expressive.

In addition, there is so much kindness in the bones of the Chinese people.

Inquiries and tips poured in one phone call after another.

Wang Hai took three newspapers and continued his nap in the park.

The two old men weren't playing chess today. When they saw Wang Hai, they greeted him and said, "Hey kid, have you seen a child lately who's wearing red clothes and a little red hat?"

Why are you asking that?

"Never mind all that, just tell me if you've seen it or not?"

Wang Hai rolled his eyes upwards, recalling as he said, "It seems, it appears, it's as if..."

The two old men darted over to Wang Hai, grabbing him from either side and saying, "Where did you see that? Tell us quickly!"

"Don't rush, don't rush, yes, that's right, it's Hailong Building in Zhongguancun."

"Hailong Building? You're not kidding, are you? The kid got lost near Hailong Building, how come he's still there?"

"Look, the phone I just bought at Hailong Building yesterday looks like a little red hat."

Wang Hai pulled out his brand new phone.

The two old men glanced at the phone; it was indeed quite new. Wang Hai's expression didn't seem fake either, so they stood up with a thud and walked out of the park.

Wang Hai lay back down comfortably.

After sleeping until the afternoon, Wang Hai ate something, went back to the company, grabbed his script, and headed straight to the bureau.

The destination is not far; we'll arrive in no time.

Like a novice, Wang Haichu first took a tour of the office when he submitted the script for the second time. His eyes lit up when he saw Sun Guangyuan walk into the section chief's office. After a moment, he knocked on the wooden door.

"Hello, boss!"

"Hello, there is a corresponding window for film-related services."

Wang Hai nodded happily and said, "Yes, yes, I was just unsure and worried that the staff outside might not be sure, so I came here specifically to ask you for advice."

"Oh?"

Sun Guangyuan looked at the young man in front of him with a playful expression.

At such a young age, his flattery skills are already superb.

Is registering a script such a simple task that even ordinary staff members can't handle?

"You know, we creative people all have some quirks. We like to work in enclosed spaces, and if we're not careful, we can easily slip up and make mistakes, adding burdens to the country and the bureau."

Sun Guangyuan nodded slightly: "Your ideological awareness is very high."

With just this one sentence, he dealt with Wang Hai's long-winded speech.

Wang Hai knew he had met a master.

The man surnamed Sun was clearly pretending to be confused, refusing to engage in conversation.

Left with no other option, Wang Hai took the initiative and said, "Sir, I have a few questions."

"The first issue is screenwriting credits. Can the director use a stage name in the credits?"

"OK."

"I'd like to use four words to describe this 'spicy man,' like the 'spicy' in chili peppers!"

Sun Guangyuan's face darkened, and he was no longer as calm as before. He blurted out, "Although there's no explicit rule against it."

"But as the old saying goes, one should not refuse what one's parents give them. Your original name is quite inappropriate. Why do you want to change it? What is your name?"

"Boss, my name is Wang Hai."

"This name is fine, I don't think it needs to be changed."

Sun Guangyuan frowned. Wang Hai recognized the name, but just as he was about to remember, he heard Wang Hai ask again, "Boss, what's the maximum number of characters a film title can have?"

There are no specific regulations on this.

After pondering for a moment, Sun Guangyuan had a sudden inspiration and looked the young man in front of him carefully once again: "So you're Wang Hai?"

This guy has been making quite a stir lately.

Few people outside probably know Wang Hai.

But when it comes to Titanic 2, tens of thousands of ordinary people grit their teeth.