In fact, in the end, Zhang Hong was not sure whether the child's surname was Zhang or Lin.
There are still two children, one named Zhang and the other named Lin.
What if the baby is a girl?
You can't have a boy named Zhang and a girl named Lin, right?
Then give birth to two boys?
But Zhang Hong prefers girls.
Besides, when your children grow up and go to school, people will ask, "You two are obviously brothers/sisters, why do you have different last names?"
What should I do if my child is wearing small shoes? What should I do if my child is excluded?
These are all problems.
But the most important problem is that Lin Muqing is not his girlfriend.
A temporary girlfriend is really not a girlfriend.
But at least the afternoon passed by.
After that, Liu Zhe's family never contacted Zhang Hong again.
Time flies so fast that it’s not worth writing about.
Soon, the time came to the end of December.
The New Year is very close, there is less than a month left.
Zhang Hong has already gone north to Beijing again to visit Wu Dingguo with the finished films of two films.
It’s not for anything else, it’s just for filming.
After arriving in the capital and leaving the airport, Zhang Hong didn't see anyone sent by Wu Dingguo to pick him up.
Lin Muqing didn't know why he didn't follow him this time.
Zhang Hong called Wu Dingguo, but he sent him a navigation address and asked Zhang Hong to go there by himself.
Living in Beijing is not easy, even taxis are more expensive than in Los Angeles.
The starting price here in Beijing is ten yuan, and after three kilometers, it is two yuan per kilometer, until ten kilometers.
The two prices in Los Angeles are five yuan and one yuan and a half respectively.
However, in Zhang Hong’s previous life, it seemed that the starting price in Luocheng had risen to about six yuan, and he had forgotten the details.
Anyway, the starting price of a taxi in Los Angeles in this life is five yuan.
Moreover, there are serious traffic jams in Beijing, and some places do not allow taxis. The cost of taking a taxi is
Zhang Hong would definitely not take a taxi anyway.
I searched online and found that to go to Wu Dingguo, I had to take two subways and then a bus.
I endured it.
An hour and a half later, Zhang Hong appeared outside an old-fashioned seven-story community outside the Fourth Ring Road or the Fifth Ring Road.
Under the warm winter sun, there were several old men and women sitting at the gate sunbathing.
It seems that Lao Wu plans to entertain Zhang Hong at home this time.
After chatting with the gatekeeper and passing him a cigarette, Zhang Hong successfully slipped into this old-fashioned community.
Arriving all the way to the fifth floor of the third unit of one of the buildings, Zhang Hong knocked on the old-fashioned security door of the house on the left.
Soon the door opened.
Wu Dingguo, whose hands were wet with flour, hurriedly called him into the room, "Come here, I'm making dumplings for lunch, with fennel filling and leek filling. Let's eat together."
Zhang Hong twitched the corner of his mouth, but still went in obediently.
In addition to him, there is an old aunt in Lao Wu's house who is making dumplings. Next to the cutting board, a handsome man in his thirties is rolling out the dumpling wrappers with a rolling pin.
Seeing Zhang Hong come in, both of them raised their heads and smiled.
Wu Dingguo took Zhang Hong and introduced them one by one, "This is your Aunt Li, and this is your Brother Wu."
Zhang Hong glanced at the flour stained on the sleeves of his clothes and said with a smile: "Hello, auntie, hello Angkor."
Wu Di
In his previous life, he had read a novel. A buddy with this name seemed to have traveled through time and became a girl, and was even captured by a man from a parallel world.
Wu Dingguo continued to introduce with a smile, "Your aunt has retired. Wu Di is now with the theater chain. If you have anything, just ask him."
"How do you know that I came to you to attend a theater?" Zhang Hong laughed endlessly.
"If you have nothing to do, don't go to the Three Treasures Palace. If nothing happens, will you come to look for me?"
Wu Dingguo was there, "If you have any questions, just tell Wu Di directly."
Zhang Hong was not polite and immediately went to wash his hands, then came over and started making dumplings too.
While making the package, he asked: "Kor Angkor, what's going on with this movie going to theaters? How much box office do I have to sell for a movie to make my money back?"
Wu Di chuckled and rolled out the dumpling wrappers while explaining: "After a movie is released in theaters and then released, 5% of the total box office must first be deducted to pay special funds for the film industry, and then 3.3% of the special funds must be paid.
Business tax.
Then you need to pay a digital agency fee within 3% to the film and television digital company. Of course, if your box office is less than 600 million, you don’t have to pay it.
After all these are deducted, 5% of the remaining money will be shared with the theaters, 50% with the cinemas, and the rest will be shared by your producers and distributors.
As for the ratio, it depends on what type of contract you sign. But I heard from the old man that you invest in your movies yourself, so whatever you make is yours, and whatever you lose is yours.
High risk, high reward.”
Zhang Hong was almost confused:
"Angkor, what kind of thing is this issuer? Can it still share my money?"
And he just took away more than half of his box office revenue?
How cruel!
Wu Di happily dropped a pile of dumpling skins on the grate curtain, patted the flour on his hands, and said:
"There are several types. Agency distribution means that you entrust the distributor to distribute as an agent, and they will be responsible for subsequent matters. For example, if your box office exceeds 100 million, you will have to give them several million or tens of millions. This is based on what you signed.
The contract comes.
If the other party doesn’t reach this box office, they won’t charge a penny. They don’t participate in the box office share, they just use the money to do things.”
"The second type is split-account distribution. According to the proportion of the contract signed, the final box office sales of the movie will be divided proportionally."
"Then there is the buyout issuance, which is actually a buyout, but I don't recommend you do it. For the time being, no one will ask you to bet against it. It is usually the second account sharing model."
Zhang Hong frowned, "Angkor, based on the industry average, how much will the issuer share if the account is divided?"
"Generally, it is 3% to 7% before the accounts are divided. If you require the issuer to advance the publicity expenses first, the proportion will be higher, possibly up to 10%.
Remember, I’m talking about 10% before the accounts are divided.”
Zhang Hong: ""
He couldn't help but yell: "Then I can't kneel down and beg for food?
No! Why am I working so hard to make a movie? What the hell is the difference between me and the serf tenants of ancient times?"
In ancient times, when mud-legged people rented land from landlords, they had to hand over half of the grain they grew every year. If they could keep 50% of the land, that would be a sign that the landlord was kind-hearted!
Modern social workers go to work every day and are squeezed by their bosses, who feed them chicken soup and blood! As a result, the hard-earned money they earn is either given to developers or to banks to repay loans!
And pay for it to the fucking landlord!
I thought I wouldn't have to be a "sharecropper" if I didn't go to work, but it turned out that I had to be a "sharecropper" for someone else while filming a movie?
For a movie, I work very hard to think of the script and find actors.
After working hard to complete the filming and post-production, in the end you can only get 33% of the total box office?
It means that I invested 30 million in this martial arts movie, and it would take at least 100 million to barely make back the money!
Gan!
Damn your capital!
Seeing Zhang Hong's constipated expression, Wu Dingguo said happily: "Are you so short of money?"
Then he suddenly realized, "I understand, you invested all your money in film shooting. Do you think the current investment is not big enough and the money you earn back is not enough for you to make the film you want?"
As for attracting investment, he didn't mention it.
If there is capital investment, there must be various restrictions and gambling agreements, and there may also be requirements to change the script and add actors to the crew.
Old guys like them have the capital, ability and patience to argue, but Zhang Hong is used to going with the flow and is extremely arrogant. He definitely can't stand it.
Zhang Hong did not refute, "Uncle Wu, is there no way to make my movie have a high production volume and pay them less money?"
Wu Dingguo nodded: "Yes."
"Where?"
"In a dream."
""
Zhang Hong made a dumpling and sighed, "Is there really nothing we can do?"
Wu Dingguo glanced at his son and suddenly said: "Actually, there are two ways."