150 million, although this price does not sound low, and their total investment is only 100 million.
But in addition to the production cost, they also have to make money, which is 150 million. Putting aside the cost, they account for the majority and only make 18 million after tax.
Those investors can only get hundreds of thousands or millions. If they earn too little, they will no longer invest in the future.
"How much does Xiangnan Satellite TV pay?"
"Two hundred million!" Xu Shi's eyes shone, "And this is only for the TV station. Tencent Video on the Internet has contacted me. They want to buy the online broadcast rights. The price is estimated to be lower than 200 million."
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Fang Jing rolled his eyes at him.
In addition to TV stations, TV dramas are also broadcast on major online platforms. However, the first broadcast is usually on TV stations and is delayed by half an hour online.
Many people don’t watch TV these days. Who among the young people is still fighting with their parents for the remote control at home? Turn off the lights, and what can’t you watch on your cell phone under the covers?
Xu Shi said with a serious face: "You go to southern Hunan first. I have something to do here. I will bring someone to see you tomorrow to finalize the broadcast rights."
"Um!!"
Fang Ding nodded and said nothing.
The procedures for each of the 200 million projects were complicated and could not be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Anyway, he could not handle it by himself. He could only wait for Xu Shi to bring the lawyers and people from the company to discuss it.
"Let's go! See you tomorrow!!"
Two hours later, Fang Jing arrived in southern Hunan, and his old "agent" Li Shawenzi came to pick him up.
Not long after getting in the car, there were several text messages on my phone. They were from Zhou Peng, saying that she had arrived at Xiangnan Satellite TV.
After calling and re-arranging a place to meet, Fang Jing said to Li Shawenzi: "I have something else to do. I won't go to the stage for now. Come over to the rehearsal in the afternoon and you can talk to Director Hong."
"Teacher Fang, when is the specific time?" Li Shawenzi was nervous. If Fang Jing didn't go, the rehearsal order would definitely be messed up, which might lead to conflicts.
"I remember that Teacher Li Keqin was rehearsing behind me, right? I changed places with him and arrived at two o'clock in the afternoon."
"Then tell him! Otherwise it will be difficult for us to make arrangements."
"clear!!"
Instead of going directly to Taili, Fang Jing found a restaurant after arriving in the city, opened a private room and sat down to wait for Zhou Peng, while Wu Jiajia went out to do errands.
Half an hour later, Zhou Peng arrived in a white dress with many earrings and hand accessories. It was obvious that she had been carefully dressed.
"Fang Jing, did something unexpected happen?"
With a nervous expression on his face, Zhou Peng was a little at a loss when he came in. He thought it was something about the guest singer that had changed.
The money was paid, and so far she has not received any songs. Sometimes she feels brave just thinking about it, thinking that she has been deceived by Fang Jing.
"Nothing has changed. I came to you to familiarize you with the songs."
Taking out the prepared music scores, Fang Jing said: "Practicing songs takes time and cannot be done in a short time. Rehearsal time is limited and cannot be spent on it."
"I've already found a recording studio. We'll go there if we have something to eat. We'll practice for a few hours first and then rehearse in the afternoon. We'll get familiar with it and go on stage tomorrow."
After taking the music score, Zhou Peng was still worried: "Can they wait for us over there on the stage?"
She had just come out of Shonan Satellite TV and heard from the staff about the rehearsal time. If she went to practice singing first, she might not be able to make it in time.
Time has passed, and she is no longer the fledgling person who was not afraid of anything.
Dare to show off in front of Shonan Satellite TV, unless you are tired of life.
"It's okay. I just talked to them. The rehearsal has been postponed. There's no rush."
Hearing this, Zhou Peng was slightly shocked and looked at Fang Jing in surprise. She still underestimated this young man in his twenties.
Not many people in the entertainment industry dare to tell Shonan TV that rehearsals have been postponed.
"Thank you! Sorry to trouble you."
"This is all my fault. I've been a bit busy these days. If I had given you the song earlier, this wouldn't have happened."
After devouring the food, Fang Jing ordered a few more dishes to take away. Wu Jiajia went to the recording studio to rent a venue. She hadn't eaten yet, so she brought her some.
"I'm done eating!!"
After wiping his mouth, Zhou Peng put down his chopsticks. The food in front of him was barely touched. In the past few minutes, he had just eaten.
There was no way, Fang Jing ate too fast. She finished the meal as soon as she held the bowl. It was not okay to leave leftovers and not eat them. It was also not okay to make people wait. She could just finish the meal in a few bites. At worst, she would go back to the hotel in the afternoon to make up for another meal.
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"So fast? Are you not full?"
"Hiccup...I'm full!"
I was indeed full. A bowl of white rice went down quickly. Not only was I full, but I was also a little stuffed.
"Then let's wait for a while, I have a few more dishes to pack."
After pouring a cup of tea, Fang Jing sat down leisurely, laughing and doing homely things.
Zhou Peng......
If you don't lead such a bully, you should tell me before you leave in a hurry!
…
This is not Fang Jing's first visit to southern Hunan. He started here. He has visited many times in the past two years, and he is familiar with many streets.
Inside a professional video studio.
"Wow! Fish-flavored shredded pork and braised pork! Thank you boss!"
Looking at the food brought by Fang Jing, Wu Jiajia was moved, took it tremblingly, found an empty table and ate with tears in her eyes.
"Is your boss usually very tolerant?" Zhou Peng was puzzled. He just brought a meal, so that's not a big deal, right?
"You don't understand! He is usually generous, but it is easy to overlook some small things."
Wu Jiajia still remembered Xiao Wenjing complaining to her that one time when she went to Chengdu for business, Fang Jing arranged for her to stay in the "morgue" in the middle of winter.
The air is cold, and there is only one bed in the middle of the empty room. The sheets and quilts are all white, except for the signs hanging on the toes.
After getting along with him for more than a year, Wu Jiajia has probably figured out Fang Jing's temperament. He is easy to talk to and get along with, but sometimes he is a bit nervous.
Especially when it comes to girls, she doesn't know the slightest bit about style, and is just like straight men who are said to be cancerous on the Internet. One time her aunt came to the house and she bled for several days.
Fang Jing was shocked when he found out and said 666!!
…
Zhou Peng sat and memorized the lyrics to find the tune, Wu Jiajia ate, and Fang Jing was bored and found a drum set to play.
The boss, who was looking forward to it, covered his face when he heard the drum sound and couldn't bear to look at it. He knew Fang Jing. It was difficult not to know such a big star, but no one could beat the drums so unpleasantly!
Sure enough, when God opens a door, he will close a window
"What about a funeral? Knock like this?" A young girl came in at the door and joked after hearing the sound.
"Rong Rong, don't say that." The girl accompanying her looked around with pure and beautiful eyes and tugged on the girl's sleeve.
"What are you afraid of? It sounds like a kid knocked on it!"
The staff at the front desk of the recording studio glanced at Wu Jiajia who was eating, and said with an awkward smile: "This is one of our VIP customers playing for fun, beauty, please be merciful."
"Really? You can play music at this level, and you have a mine at home!!"
"hehe!"
Walls have ears, so the staff didn't dare to comment, and they didn't take the young girl's words seriously.
Is there any need to question Fang Jing’s musical level? He was just playing around and making noises for fun!
Besides, there are so many popular instruments, who can master them?