The first round of box office numbers for overseas movies has been officially announced.
Some are happy and some are sad.
In the exclusive office of Xinghui Company, Zhou Yilin frowned deeply. He was originally very happy that China's box office was recovering, but when he saw his overseas box office, he felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly.
"Golden Armor", which had high hopes and attempted to open up overseas markets, failed at the box office in North America.
After ten days of release, the film grossed US$4 million at the box office.
It's not even as good as the box office of "Roboman" which was released for a month.
After seeing this data, he even thought that he had made a mistake!
Yes, this movie, which did well at the box office in China, did not explode with great vitality in the United States like "Hero". Instead, it was so popular that even parents didn't recognize it.
What makes Zhou Yilin even more speechless is that the US$4 million in North America is actually the highest box office in the world outside of China.
French $3.5 million...
South Korea US$3.2 million...
Japan 1.1 million...
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Venezuela 3,000, 3,000 US dollars at the box office.
The horrific statistics made Zhou Yilin feel like he was dreaming back to the Warring States Period.
Not right either!
This "Warring States" is even worse. No one wants the copyright at all costs. Italy is still hoarding it and not broadcasting it...
Disappointment occupied Zhou Yilin's heart. Finally, he glanced at the assistant who was holding a stack of data: "How much is the box office of "Struggle" and "Jinyiwei" in North America?"
""Struggle" is about three million U.S. dollars, and "Jinyiwei" is two million U.S. dollars..."
""Struggle" has been released for five days, right? Why is the box office so low?" When Zhou Yilin opened the box office data of "Struggle", his eyes suddenly widened.
three million!
It's been five days since it was released, and the box office is so low that Zhou Yilin can't believe it.
In his impression, the influence of "Struggle" should be very terrifying in the United States. It may not be worse than "Saw" at the box office, but at least it can't be too different, right?
However, the figure of three million US dollars is really eye-catching.
"This movie is one of the "restricted release" movies in the United States and is only scheduled to be released in a few theaters..."
"Why is "restricted" not restricted in China..." Zhou Yilin frowned deeply.
"This is the intention of some senior officials of some departments in the United States, and it is also the intention of the American military, as well as the intention of all filmmakers in Hollywood except Warner. For the movie "Interstellar", the eight major film studios in the United States are more or less aware of this.
There is investment in the movie..." The assistant glanced around subconsciously, and then said this sentence softly.
"Is this movie..." Zhou Yilin's expression was stunned, and then his eyes widened as if he thought of something.
"I don't know yet, but there is still controversy in Cannes. I heard that the judges were very noisy..."
"..."
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April 4th.
Ching Ming Festival.
Zhou Yang received news from Christian again.
Not good news.
There is still a quarrel over "Struggle" at Cannes, and some judges are like mad dogs, not only wanting this film to be shortlisted, but also wanting it to win.
They feel that this movie respects life, is full of awe, and is the film spirit that a filmmaker must maintain.
Another wave of judges refused to admit the film, giving many specious reasons, saying that the film would bring disaster to Cannes.
"Why a disaster?"
In the car, Zhou Yang asked this question.
"Do you still remember the two explosions when you were rescued?" Christian's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Remember, what happened?"
"There's something very suspicious about those two explosions..."
"What's suspicious?"
"It may not be the terrorists who killed Bars and the photographer, but one of our own people."
"You mean..."
"Yes, the movie is most likely one of the evidences. Not only is "Struggle" restricted in release in the United States, it is even difficult to sell the copyright in other places..."
In the car.
After Zhou Yang hung up the phone, he fell into a long silence.
He looked at the scenery outside the window that kept receding, looked at the familiar streets and alleys, and recalled every bit of his childhood in his mind, which was both strange and real.
This is his hometown in this world, Luocheng and He County.
It takes half a day to look for it on the map. Although it is not a poor county, it is relatively backward and has mountains everywhere.
"Master, let's stop here."
"Okay! Wait, young man, I always thought you looked like that, that star..."
"Which one?"
"That one, that one... seems to be a singer. My niece quite likes it."
"Hahaha, it seems I have the look of a star!"
"Yeah, do you want to participate in those "Sunshine Avenue" and other imitation shows?"
"If I have the chance, I really have to give it a try. Maybe I can become famous overnight, haha."
"Haha, yes, yes!"
The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties who seemed very talkative and cheerful.
He looked left and right at Zhou Yang through the rearview mirror and felt that Zhou Yang looked very familiar, but after looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't remember who Zhou Yang was.
I think Zhou Yang looks like a star, but no star dresses like such a country bumpkin...
When leaving, I laughed and chatted with Zhou Yang for a few words. After meeting this driver, Zhou Yang's somewhat gloomy mood was somewhat diluted. However, after walking into each alley, Zhou Yang's heart
The emotion became inexplicably tight again.
Although the years have changed, the big sisters at the end of the alley are still very enthusiastic. They smoke cigarettes, smile warmly, greet all the guests who pass by, and generously invite everyone to sit down and chat about family affairs.
The old man selling sesame cakes was still kneading the sesame cakes carefully. Maybe he had gained some popularity, so many people gathered around him...
After buying some firecrackers at the candle shop, he bought some cooked food, fruit and wine, and walked up the mountain with these things.
Small counties are not as busy as big cities. The air in the mountains is very fresh. The only bad thing is that it has just rained lightly and the roads are full of mud.
He glanced slightly at the mountains in the distance. Zhou Yang remembered that it was the same weather on the day he was buried with his father's ashes.
After he arrived at the top of the mountain, he silently looked at the grave that was already overgrown with weeds, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.
After he fell ill, the house was sold, and his relatives avoided seeing him. If he hadn't come, I don't know how many years later, this place would completely turn into a barren tomb.
In addition to a bit of sadness, Zhou Yang also felt a sigh in his heart.
After pulling the grass, Zhou Yang silently put the bowls and chopsticks on the table and looked at the grave without a tombstone.
"Last year was too busy."
"Come here to see you this year..."
"If nothing unexpected happens, I will come every year to chat with you..."
"I will buy my ancestral home back, don't worry."
"I have met many good people and experienced many wonderful stories along the way..."
"..."
Zhou Yang talked and said a lot of things, and in the end he couldn't control himself.
Memories are flowing like a spring, and I can still see them vividly while walking around.
Zhou Yang is not grateful for those difficult days. The only thing he is grateful for is probably himself who persisted and never gave up during the difficult days.
Two hours later, Zhou Yang realized that he had been talking to himself for a long time, and he stood up silently.
……………………
Los Angeles.
The School of Special Education is still quiet.
Zhou Yang stepped out of the car wearing a mask and hat. After taking out his pass, the security guard took a look and quickly let him go.
After walking through a long and narrow corridor, Zhou Yang looked at the brand new teaching building and nodded with satisfaction.
It seems that, as written in the letter, all the money I donated was used to build a new school building.
Zhou Yang came to the aisle next to the classroom and stopped. He saw that the children were all attending class seriously, stumbling and reading loudly, while those children who could not speak were doing various things under the guidance of the teacher.
Sign language, after watching for a while, he came to the principal's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
"Hello, you are……"
"Principal Jin, it's me, Zhou Yang."
"Mr. Zhou, why did you come here in person?"
When he saw Zhou Yang take off his mask and hat, principal Jin Zhengguo's eyes widened and he stood up from his chair in an instant.
During the days when "Invisible Wings" and "Girl with Wings" became popular, Zhou Yang donated a lot of money, one of which was donated to this school.
Although anonymous to the outside world, Principal Jin knew that the two of them had been in contact through Q-dog for more than a year, and some of the children's letters were sent by Principal Jin on his behalf.
"Sweeping the tombs during the Qingming Festival, I stopped by to take a look..." Zhou Yang laughed: "By the way, Principal Jin, can you let those children who like singing come over and let me have a look? I just want to prepare a new movie.
Come up with a title song and see if the children’s childish voices suit it..."
"Ah, no problem!" Principal Jin nodded quickly after hearing this: "Which children are they?"
"Xu Zhenghao, Zhang Liangliang, Niu Li who like to sing..."
"Mr. Zhou, are you reading those letters?" Jin Zhengguo was a little surprised when he saw Zhou Yang preparing the names.
"Yeah, I'm watching." Zhou Yang nodded.
"Okay! You rest here for a while. I'm going to call you and get you a glass of water. By the way, Mr. Zhou, this is the breakdown of our use of the three million yuan you donated. Recently, we have used it for our children."
Some of our room and board conditions and extracurricular reading have been expanded..." Just as Jin Zhengguo was about to stand up, he seemed to have thought of something and immediately took out a stack of bills from the locked drawer and placed it on the table.
"Well, let me take a look. By the way, Principal Jin, why don't you wait until the children get out of class? Try not to disturb them during class..." Zhou Yang nodded, took the bill and looked at it silently.
"It's okay, get out of class will be over soon!"
Kim Jong Kook-su left the office. Just as he was leaving, he heard the vibrating sound of his cell phone, and he subconsciously answered the call...
"Hey, Principal Jin! We, Han Chong, will be here soon. You can bring the children out to greet us. We have brought a lot of gifts, and many media are also coming. We plan to donate 100,000 yuan to the school..."
"I'm sorry, can you change the day? It's not very convenient today..."
"Principal Jin, what are you talking about? We media have brought it, how can we change the day? We Han Chong are very busy, it is very rare to come here today, and this time it is live broadcast, there are millions of Han Chong's videos on the Internet
Fans are watching, how can we disappoint fans..."
"You didn't notify us in advance when you came, this..."
"Isn't it time to announce it? Okay, we will be here in thirty minutes. You ask the students to come out to greet you... This will give your school a good reputation. What a good thing..."