This entertainment industry is a bit strange

Chapter 11 Empty Gloves White Wolf

Once raw, twice cooked.

In three days, Yang Rui used the keyboard to type out a new script, an original script.

He also wanted to be a happy copywriter, but Miss Jing's situation was a bit special, and he couldn't find a suitable sample, so he had to bite the bullet and come by himself.

Anyway, the key to the script this time is not the quality of the story, it's just leveling!
After writing the script, he still felt unsafe. After pondering for a while, he created a new file and typed a long list of English words.

Save the document and upload the copyright library to apply for protection.

Call it a day, take your notebook and go straight to Xingqing Culture.

"It's only been three days, so fast?"

Holding the newly printed script in his hand, Jing Tian looked surprised.

Yang Rui nodded and frowned, why does this sound strange?

Ding Lan on the other side has already opened the script and read it.

One page, two pages...

Gradually, a disappointed expression appeared on her face.

With the good impression made by "Those Years", she originally had high expectations for this script.

But... this new script is a bit ordinary.

The only thing worth mentioning is that the insinuations in it are very targeted, and they are obviously complaining about Jing Tian.

But... what's the use?

As far as the quality of the script is concerned, it can't attract investment at all.

Xingqing Culture is already an empty shell. If it can't get outside investment, how can this movie be made?
Sure enough, are you still expecting too much from him?
Looking up at Yang Rui who was still young, Ding Lan shook his head and smiled.

That's right, after all, I'm still just a half-grown child...

Disappointed, she turned to the last page of the script.

She only saw half of it, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she straightened her back in an instant!
When she saw the end, a blush appeared on her face, and her breathing became short of breath!
If it wasn't for maintaining the image, the phrase "Fuck" would have almost blurted out!

When he looked up at Yang Rui again, there was a bit of horror in his eyes.

Almost perfect empty glove white wolf.

How did this guy grow his head? !
"Ah?!" Jing Tian, ​​who finished reading a few minutes late, also exclaimed, "This... this is also okay?!"

She put down the script and looked at Yang Rui, her big moist eyes were full of sparkles and splendor.

Just looking at each other for a second, Yang Rui felt a little overwhelmed, so he quickly looked away and looked at Ding Lan, "Boss Ding, how are you?"

Ding Lan didn't speak, but frowned in thought, his expression changing back and forth.

After a long while, she nodded and said, "The shooting environment of your movie perfectly fits with the Hongmeng P90's main feature of low-light photography. It's almost like a custom-made advertisement for it."

"If all goes well, this will be the first theatrical film shot purely on a mobile phone. This is a very good marketing gimmick. Coupled with Hongmeng's own talent for attracting black people, it is likely to have an explosive topic effect."

"It doesn't even require any additional publicity costs. The public curiosity aroused by this hot topic is likely to be partially transformed into a box office effect."

"If the box office makes a profit, it is a surprise; even if it ends up losing money, the amount is small and the risk is controllable."

"However, no matter whether it is a profit or a loss in the end, as long as this movie is successfully released, it will definitely bring a sensational advertising effect to P90. I believe Hongmeng will be happy to pay for this advertising fee."

"For us, the cost of shooting this film is basically negligible, and we don't even need to do it ourselves in terms of publicity and distribution, which is almost equal to white... cough, almost equal to empty hand white wolf."

"Theoretically speaking, the feasibility is very high."

Hearing these words, Jing Tian was full of joy, and his eyes were full of longing.

However, in the next second, a basin of cold water poured down his head and face.

"Although the plan seems to be perfect, there are several practical problems that are difficult to solve."

Ding Lan raised a finger, "The first point, how do you get them to accept this cooperation plan?"

"If we are a big company, or if Tian Tian is a successful artist, I believe Hongmeng will definitely agree to cooperate without hesitation."

"But the truth is, we are just an unknown small company, and Tian Tian is also a 108-line transparent artist, and the coffee positions are completely unequal. Why should others cooperate with us?"

"I have already considered this point." Yang Rui replied: "I have a corresponding plan, I dare not say 100%, but it should help increase the probability."

Ding Lan froze for a moment, then raised his second finger, "Okay, the second question, who will direct?"

"It's impossible for a serious director to take on this kind of work, and most novice directors are too smart to be smart. This film will definitely end in their hands."

"I've also considered this point." Yang Rui replied: "There are so many fresh graduates in film schools, and I can always find a few good and obedient ones."

In fact, he already had an ideal candidate in his heart, and he just came to contact him when the plan came to fruition.

"Okay, the third question." Ding Lan pushed his glasses, "What about the theater schedule?"

"The gimmicks are the gimmicks, but the theater chain only pays for money. There has never been a movie shot purely on a mobile phone that has been screened in theaters before. How can we persuade them to take the risk of arranging films for us?"

Yang Rui looked at Ding Lan silently, without speaking.

"What's wrong?" Ding Lan was puzzled.

"Theoretically speaking, I'm helping you as an outsider now, so you can't point everything to me alone, can you?"

Yang Rui said unhappily: "You are also a film and television company after all, so play some role!"

Ding Lan was speechless on the spot, showing embarrassment.

"Aunt Ding~" Jing Tian hugged Ding Lan's arm and shook it vigorously, "You must have a way, right?"

That delicate voice made Yang Rui's scalp tingle, but his thoughts drifted away inexplicably: If she acts like a baby to me someday, will I be able to stand it?

"Okay, okay, stop shaking, dizzy." Ding Lan shook off Jing Tian's entanglement angrily, and poked the little girl's forehead with one finger, "I will be tortured to death by you sooner or later!"

"Hee hee, I knew Aunt Ding was the best~" Jing Tian smiled like a flower, sweet and gorgeous.

The green smiling face in front of him is slowly overlapping with the thick face in Yang Rui's memory...

"Our Xingqing culture is not very good at speaking, but if I personally go to talk to them under the banner of your father's tiger skin, there should still be theaters selling face."

Ding Lan paused for a moment, with a worried look on his face, "It's just that you have to think clearly, you may be severely punished afterwards."

"I'm not afraid." Jing Tian said resolutely, "Aunt Ding..."

"Don't worry about me, he won't do anything to me." Ding Lan turned to look at Yang Rui with a stern expression, "There is only one tiger skin, and this is the only chance, do you understand?"

Yang Rui nodded, "I understand."

"Okay." Ding Lan got up and stretched out his hand, "I hope this time, we can have a happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

Soon, the legal department sent a stack of documents.

After initialing the cooperation agreement and confidentiality agreement, this "empty glove white wolf" cooperation case was finalized.

"Now tell me, how do you plan to persuade Hongmeng to accept cooperation?" Ding Lan asked curiously.

"Eh..." Yang Rui looked at Jing Tian: "I remember you said that you can play the piano, right?"

Jing Tian didn't know why, so she nodded Mengmeng.

"That's good." Yang Rui smiled, "Is there a piano here? I'll teach you a song."

"Ah?" Jing Tian didn't react at once, and after a long while, his almond eyes suddenly widened, "You won't tell me, you can write songs, right?!"

Ding Lan beside him frowned quietly.

Knowing how to write scripts doesn't mean that you can write songs. He's a hammer here and there, isn't this kid a drifter?

Besides, want to impress Hongmeng with just one song?

Hehe, child's play.

Shaking his head secretly, Ding Lan sighed and said, "Tiantian, take Yang Rui out first, I have something to deal with."

"Oh."

When Yang Rui and Jing Tian went out, Ding Lan immediately picked up the phone, and his demeanor suddenly became fierce.

"Help me cancel all recent trips... yes, all."

"Notify all departments, a meeting will be held in 10 minutes!"

"Have someone collect the team information of Hongmeng P series phones, the more detailed the better, sort it out and send it to me as soon as possible!"

"In addition, try to send someone to contact the person in charge of Hongmeng East China..."

Let me try what you can't do!
Little girl, that's all I can do for you.

The rest depends on your own life...

Ten minutes later, a meeting that decided the survival of Xingqing Culture kicked off in the living room.

And in a certain room upstairs, intermittent piano sounded.

"... thump thump thump thump...yes, it's almost the same melody, continue!"

"...I forgot the last part, try singing it again..."

"...It's almost there? I can't sing anymore..."

"...Hey, why is your singing so ugly?"

"Ahem, don't worry about these details, just keep going..."

(End of this chapter)