If nothing else goes wrong, Xiuchundao will earn more than 200 million yuan at the box office. If it makes no profit or loses money, Fang Jing will just put the money in the bank.
On the contrary, Lu Yang made a lot of money by signing a contract with the company. This guy is more capable than Guo Qi and Luo Yonghao. He is a person who is born to be a director.
Sometimes I have to admit that talent is really important, especially when it comes to art jobs. From the same starting point, some people can’t learn it for ten years as much as others for one year.
Lu Yang is this type, with optics, violent aesthetics, and a super sense of camera that no one else can envy.
Some people say that the person who knows the most about acting in a movie is actually the director. Fang Jing feels that if Lu Yang changes his profession to be an actor one day, he can be among the top talents.
"That's not right! Aren't you helping me invest? Why are you involved in signing a contract with your company again?"
"It's the same thing. I won't talk nonsense. You have talent and I have money. We are mutually beneficial. We hit it off right away. I will give you a share of the box office of each movie. How much you make in the end depends on your ability."
Fang Jing is not being hypocritical. We are all adults. We only talk about dreams when we have not experienced severe beatings from society.
It’s great to talk honestly about how much money you have.
Lu Yang wants to make a movie, OK. As long as the company considers it feasible, Fang Jing can vote for him to make the movie.
Not only do you invest money, but you also get a share of the box office in the end.
Of course, if Lu Yang attacks the public one after another, without Fang Jing opening his mouth, I'm afraid he won't have the courage to mention making a movie again.
"Is it true that one drama a year is serious?"
Lu Yang would be lying if he said he wasn't interested. Making a movie requires money, a lot of money, and there are sponsors willing to pay for him to make it. This is a good thing that you can't find even with a lantern.
He is not a famous director like Chen Kaige or Lao Mouzi, who has a lot of businessmen lining up to invest.
Although the director on the set usually looks arrogant, he bows his head like a grandson in front of the investor's father.
Sometimes it’s hard to call someone daddy just for the sake of millions of dollars.
"The most important thing our company lacks is scripts. If we don't have enough manpower, I can shoot three to five movies a year without any problem."
"But I'll start with my ugly words. A company is always a company. It has rules and regulations. If you want to film a new movie, you have to apply in advance. We do market research and fund allocation."
"You can't have an idea in a dream at night and then demand to shoot it the next day. That would be difficult for everyone, do you understand?"
"Don't worry, it won't happen!" Lu Yang was shocked, "When I'm filming, I usually have to polish the script for several years. I either don't do it, or I do it to the best of my ability."
"Happy cooperation!" Fang Jing smiled and extended his hand.
“A pleasure to work with!”
"I'll tell them tonight that you will go to Nanjing to report in two days. By the way, was the team there when you filmed Xiuchundao?"
"Why, you still want to eat it all at once?" Lu Yang laughed.
"What does it mean to eat in one pot? We are all good brothers. You have already eaten meat. How can you bear to watch them suffer from hunger and cold? Call them all together. There are many people and it will be lively."
"Okay, you can! But I can't guarantee that everyone will follow me."
"It's okay. You can recruit as many as you want. The more the better. Just tell them that they can come to my place with high wages and high remuneration. There will be bonuses during the holidays. It's okay. The company will organize group tours abroad."
"so good?"
"No, our Nanjing is famous for its high benefits. Anyone sitting in the office now has an annual salary of one million, and nothing that can be solved with money is nothing."
"Ah sneeze!"
Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province, Nanjing Entertainment, office, Xiao Sun is lying on the sofa covered with a quilt and sleeping.
He has not returned to the rental house for half a month. He eats and sleeps at the company. Xu Shi always locks the door when he goes out. Usually they work when they wake up and sleep when they are tired from work.
If he hadn't been able to talk to his family on the phone from time to time, and his monthly salary of tens of thousands of dollars would have arrived on time, his parents would have thought that he had joined a black factory.
I'm a little tired, but I can't stand Fang Jingkai's high salary. Plus year-end bonuses and so on, six or seven hundred thousand a year is still no problem.
He is still young and has never thought about getting married, and he doesn't dare to get married in his current working situation.
For those of them who often work overtime, the most fearful thing is to call back in the middle of the night, and the person on the other end will be panting and talking about running.
Can this kind of thing be avoided or should be avoided as much as possible.
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After deciding on Lu Yang, Fang Jing did not go back to the hotel, but went straight to the Yanjing TV event.
This was a music festival, and he was invited to be the award presenter. The event was arranged by Wang Jinhua, saying that it was a way for him to show his face in music. He would be filming a drama in a day, and the audience almost forgot that he was a singer.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when the activity was over. After a night's rest, Fang Jing headed towards Tiancheng Company the next day.
I have already come to Yanjing, so it would be inappropriate not to go and see the boss Wang Jinhua.
Tiancheng Company is very big, and it is not comparable to the former Happy World. At the front desk, Fang Jing, who is wearing a white shirt, jeans and cloth shoes, said to the uniformed front desk lady: "I'm looking for Sister Hua."
"Wait a moment, sit down for a while, I will contact you right away, Teacher Fang Jing, would you like coffee or tea?"
As a receptionist, I have no other skills. I have to cultivate my vision and self-cultivation. There is no such thing as being a bitch and looking down on others.
Tiancheng has hundreds of artists and hundreds of employees. Not everyone knows them, but at least the celebrities who are familiar with them know about them.
Even if Fang Jing is an ordinary layman, they will still treat each other with courtesy. There are too many people pretending to be pigs and eating tigers these days, and there are countless dignitaries at the feet of the emperor.
Wearing flip-flops and carrying snakeskin bags is not necessarily asking for food, it may be specifically collecting rent.
Real people don't show their appearance, so if you judge people by their appearance, you will suffer a big loss.
The boss of the office building diagonally across from them wears ordinary T-shirts after work, saying they are comfortable to wear.
I don’t have many opportunities to drive in my daily life. I mostly take the subway. I’m an average-looking person, and I don’t even look at him twice if I’m embarrassed. But who knew that he’s worth hundreds of millions?
"No need to go to such trouble, just give me a glass of water." Sitting on the sofa, Fang Jing raised his head and looked around.
"Okay, please wait."
Tiancheng is indeed a big company, and the stars coming in and out are the ones you usually see on TV, and some of them are old actors whose names start with Chinese characters.
Fang Fang nodded and said hello from afar, but he didn't recognize him and walked away without even looking at him.
"Sister Hua, please come up. Someone will pick you up on the seventeenth floor."
"Thanks!"
Fang Jing drank the water and walked away. When he reached the elevator door, he finished the drink and threw it into the trash can.
There were several ordinary employees waiting for the elevator with documents in their hands. When they saw him, they all greeted him with a smile.
"Which floor are you going to?" Fang Jing entered the elevator. Although several employees were in a hurry, they did not move at all and did not come in at all.
"It's okay, Teacher Fang, please go ahead and we'll sit down later."
"Why are you so reserved? I can't eat people. Come in quickly and don't make the people above impatient."
"Sorry for your trouble!"
Nodding and laughing, several people entered the elevator with folders in their arms. Suddenly, there was silence in the small space, and no one spoke.
The bigger the company, the stricter the management, and some celebrities have a big air, and they don't want others to share the same elevator with them.
In the past, there was a new employee who was ignorant and took an elevator with an A-list celebrity. As a result, he was scolded, "What do you mean? Get out!"