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

"Yes, I am Wang Hai. Whatever the leader's instructions, I, Wang Hai, will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Wang Hai got excited.

A good salesperson understands one principle.

I'm not afraid of customers refusing; I'm afraid they won't even ask.

Once you speak up, everything can be resolved.

"Titans..."

Sun Guangyuan simply couldn't pronounce the words "Titanic 2".

Embarrassing.

So embarrassing.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see perfectly clearly that "Titans 2" is simply trying to ride the coattails of the Hollywood blockbuster "Titanic" to lure audiences.

Unfortunately, he was so excited after reviewing the film that he didn't investigate the title, which led to this case slipping through the net.

This place is absolutely awful.

Domestic audiences didn't buy it.

It would be even more embarrassing if it got out of the country.

"What were you thinking, choosing the same name as a foreign film?" Sun Guangyuan asked after calming down.

"Boss, I'm truly innocent. I finally managed to raise the money to make my directorial debut, and it was about to be released when the title 'Titanic' was changed."

"It's a Hollywood blockbuster, and our small workshop has no choice but to give them the name, but we're a little unwilling to let it be taken away from us."

"Why should they? The Eight-Nation Alliance looted and plundered the late Qing Dynasty, why are they doing this again?"

"So we decided to settle for the second best and name it Titanic 2."

Sun Guangyuan frowned: "Really? Is it really that much of a coincidence?"

Wang Hai recalled with a look of nostalgia: "Who can argue with that? When I heard that 'Titanic' had been renamed 'Titanic,' I was completely dumbfounded."

"So, what do you think of the plot of Titans 2?"

"It's a good movie."

"Exactly! I put a lot of effort into making a comedy film, but first it had the same title as another movie. Then, when it was released in theaters, these capitalists cut almost an hour of my plot, causing countless viewers to misunderstand me and criticize me..."

"What capitalist?"

"Oh, I misspoke. We don't have capitalists here, we only have entrepreneurs..."

"These entrepreneurs are too ruthless. They are slow to share box office revenue and love to sabotage things. It makes me uneasy. That's why I brought my latest script and wanted to ask you to give me your feedback."

"The main idea is to bring the new film to international film festivals, as the plot and content of these kinds of films are more difficult to grasp."

Sun Guangyuan nodded.

Wang Hai's attitude is correct.

In particular, they considered the wide-ranging impact that their works might have if exhibited abroad.

If all independent filmmakers in China were this sensible, their work would be much easier.

"Let me see the script."

As Wang Hai took out the script, he glanced at the time.

With the workday about to end, while Sun Guangyuan was reading the script, Wang Zhongjun sent him a message asking where to have dinner.

After receiving the reply, Wang Hai's next task was to have Sun Guangyuan accompany him on the trip.

For his own benefit, he only had one option: to borrow the tiger's power.

This is the tragedy of ordinary people.

Sun Guangyuan was so engrossed in reading the script that he didn't even bother to leave work.

This indirectly shows that the script for "The Man from Earth" is outstanding and appealing.

Seeing that Sun Guangyuan was about to turn the page again, Wang Hai quickly stopped him: "Boss, it's getting late. Let's grab something to eat outside and chat while we eat."

"It's already past 6 o'clock?"

Sun Guangyuan stood up and said, "Keep the script, I'll read it tomorrow. There's no need to eat."

"How could I agree to that?" Wang Hai quickly said. "Boss, I know you have a lot of social engagements, but today, please give me some guidance. Otherwise, I'm not confident."

"Let's not go to hotels or restaurants, let's just eat some home-style dishes at roadside eateries."

Sun Guangyuan smiled helplessly and said, "Where did this social gathering come from? It makes me sound like I'm some kind of corrupt person. Fine, I'll go with you."

Wang Hai nodded happily, picked up the script, and led the way.

The taxi sped along and soon arrived at the specialty restaurant that Wang Zhongjun had mentioned.

"We don't need a private room. What do two people need a private room for?"

"Yes, yes, it's noisy outside, don't disturb your reading of the script."

After Wang Hai finished speaking, he said playfully, "Of course, I'm mainly worried that the script won't be up to par."

Once inside the private room, Wang Hai was eager to spend all the dishes on the menu, since someone else would be paying.

On second thought, he realized that doing so would not fit his current persona, so he went along with Sun Guangyuan and ordered a few home-style dishes, such as chicken stew with mushrooms.

Soon the dishes were all served, and Sun Guangyuan, having finished reading the script, picked up his chopsticks and chatted with Wang Haibian as they ate.

"The script is good, there are no problems, and it can be exhibited abroad, but are you really confident? I think the script will be very boring when it's filmed."

Wang Hai spat out the chicken bone and said, "I won't lie to you, I went abroad with the idea of ​​taking a chance, just like you said, the script is boring and it's not easy to sell at the box office."

Sun Guangyuan nodded, and was about to speak when a rapid ringtone came from the private room.

Wang Hai said "sorry" and left the private room.

"Oh, Mr. Wang, I'm really sorry, I probably can't make it to the dinner," Wang Haichong said into his phone.

In a private room at the same restaurant, Wang Zhongjun complained, "That's not fair of you. You agreed on something, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"Oh dear, I can't help it. An elder insists that I have dinner with them tonight, and no matter what I say, I can't change it. What can I do?"

Before Wang Zhongjun could complain again, Wang Hai said, "If you don't mind, I'll go have a drink and then leave?"

"You're also at the Huaiyang cuisine restaurant I mentioned?" Wang Zhongjun asked curiously.

"Yes, that's why I asked my elders to recommend this restaurant to me, because I was afraid you would get angry. I didn't want to offend either side."

Inside the private room, Wang Zhongjun realized that his actions were unreasonable.

Before she even considered breaking ties with Wang Hai, she said, "Mr. Wang, which private room are you in? Your elders are my elders, so I should go and offer them a toast."

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Wang Hai asked hesitantly.

"What's wrong with that? It's perfectly normal."

"I'm worried that my elders will be unhappy."

Wang Hai's words nearly made Wang Zhongjun vomit blood.

What kind of elder are they? They act so high and mighty, giving others a hard time when they offer them a toast?

Under Wang Zhongjun's repeated urging, Wang Hai could only give the room number. A moment later, Wang Zhongjun appeared in Wang Hai's sight.

Outside the private room, Wang Zhongjun no longer hesitated and said directly, "Mr. Wang, there's something I'm truly sorry about."

Wang Hai smiled and said, "Please go ahead."

"I'll lend you my share of the box office revenue from Haiwang Films for a while. I promise I'll transfer it over by the end of the year."

"Just this little thing? I thought it was something bigger."

Wang Hai patted Wang Zhongjun on the shoulder and said, "Just a little something later, I'm an elder and I can't hold my liquor."

Wang Zhongjun nodded, then thought for a moment, "That's not right. Wang Hai only talks about small things, but doesn't mention whether he'll lend it or not, or whether he'll agree or not." He was about to add fuel to the fire, but the man had already entered the private room, so he could only turn his gaze to Sun Guangyuan's face.

Upon closer inspection, I realized, oh, it's someone I know.

The boss of every filmmaker.

Wang Zhongjun rushed up to Sun Guangyuan in three strides, without bothering with any self-introduction. He picked up the bottle, poured himself a full glass of baijiu, and said, "Boss, I'm really sorry to disturb your meal. I'll drink this, please feel free to drink as you like."

After finishing one cup, followed by another two and a half ounces, Wang Zhongjun, who hadn't eaten a single bite of food, said again, "I won't stay any longer. I wish you good health, Mr. Wang. I'll be leaving now. You can continue your meal with the leaders."

"I send you."

Wang Hai smiled.

The door to the private room closed again. Wang Zhongjun, his eyes bloodshot, said to Wang Hai, "Mr. Wang, you really keep your mouth shut. You haven't told your brother anything."

"Reveal what?" Wang Hai asked, his big, innocent eyes wide open.

Wang Zhongjun sobered up considerably in a flash and quickly nodded, saying, "Oh, yes, I misspoke!"

How could you possibly broadcast this kind of thing everywhere?

Therefore, when he was sober, he never mentioned Wang Hai in front of Sun Guangyuan.

Only an idiot would inquire about the relationship between the two.

Isn't this a veiled question about whether Sun Guangyuan protected his junior Wang Hai, and whether Wang Hai's success was due to back channels?

"I'm so stupid. The title 'Titanic 2' wasn't rejected and was able to be released safely. I didn't even guess that Wang Hai's connections were in the bureau."

Wang Zhonglei looked at his older brother, Wang Zhongjun, who had been gone for a while, muttering to himself as he sauntered back.

"Zhonglei, transfer all of Haiwang Film and Television's revenue share tomorrow."

"Oh? Then there's a shortfall in Feng Xiaogang's investment."

"We can't hold Wang Hai's money back. If we anger him, Feng Xiaogang's film won't get a public screening license, and the entire investment will go down the drain. It's even worse. Can't you tell which is more important?"

Wang Zhonglei was a bit confused until his brother finished explaining what had just happened, at which point he realized the pros and cons.