I'm not just a director

Chapter 13
In the end, Tai Zuhui bought the copyright of "I Remember" for 4 yuan.

And with Qi Yuefei's efforts, Jiang Pei'an also got the chance to sing this song in the movie "Pretty Mom".

Before leaving, Tai Zuhui patted Jiang Pei'an on the shoulder and said:

"Remember to come to Yushui to ask me to record songs in May. There are still two months to practice your singing skills."

"Good producer Tai."

Jiang Pei'an nodded.

……

Beijing Star Art Culture Co., Ltd.

Qi Yuefei took Jiang Pei'an into the reception room.

All Chinese-style furniture, with a tea table in the middle, the atmosphere is quite like a study.

"sit."

Qi Yuefei told Jiang Pei'an to sit down, picked up the tea set and started making tea.

"It is said that the masters are among the folks, you can do it, little fellow!"

Qi Yuefei smiled and gave Jiang Pei'an a thumbs up, approving.

"Hehe, it's mainly because Producer Tai likes this style of music, luckily."

Jiang Pei'an said modestly.

"Too modest, I still have some opinions about music.

Brother, you are a talent, have you ever thought about developing in the capital? "

Poured a cup of tea for Jiang Pei'an, and Qi Yuefei took out a cigarette and handed it to Jiang Pei'an.

Tea is poured and cigarettes are handed over, the intention of soliciting is obvious!

But since he didn't say it clearly, Jiang Pei'an didn't pick it up and pretended not to understand.

He took out the recorded tape from his backpack and said:

"President Qi, this is the purpose of my visit to the capital this time, you should take a look first."

"Okay, let me appreciate your masterpiece."

Qi Yuefei found a tape player, and after pressing the play button, the image of Li Shouguo appeared on the TV.

"Hey, the picture is quite clear, and the appearance of the characters is also designed..."

Li Shouguo on the TV was wearing a locomotive hat with a smile on his face.

Although he was laughing, it gave people a cheap feeling.

"A bastard."

Qi Yuefei is also from Xinyang City, and he knew the feeling that Jiang Pei'an wanted to create when he saw Li Shouguo's appearance.

The image of Li Shouguo is directly expressed with the idiom of his hometown.

Jiang Pei'an smiled slightly, although the way of persuasion is so simple that there is almost nothing.

But only with the props that can be found in the countryside, a three-dimensional and comprehensive character can be packaged.

After all, it is a story that happened in the countryside, and the audience also has a sense of substitution when watching it.

Immediately afterwards, the lines and vocals were displayed.

Qi Yuefei was lying on the chair, holding a cigarette in one hand, and tapping the table with the other hand following the melody in a minor key.

……

After the first episode was played, Qi Yuefei watched the second and third episodes again...

"What about the back?"

"Eunuch... no, it's gone."

"Gone?"

Jiang Pei'an spread his hands and said:
"There is not enough funds, so we can only cut out the first three episodes."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of manuscript paper from his backpack and said:
"This is the script, Mr. Qi, you can read the follow-up plot first."

Qi Yuefei waved his hand and refused:
"No, I don't want to be spoiled in advance."

Qi Yuefei sat up straight, looked at Jiang Pei'an and said:

"So, you want me to invest and give you funds to continue editing the following episodes?"

Before Jiang Pei'an could answer, Qi Yuefei shook his head and directly refused:

"I won't give you money..."

As he spoke, he took out four wads of money from his bag and pushed them down in front of Jiang Pei'an, solemnly saying:
"This is the money you got from selling the song just now, although when you introduced yourself to Tai Zuhui, you were under the banner of a musician of Xingyi culture.

But I can't accept this money, it's all yours, and I also want to thank you for helping Xingyi out of trouble today.

Otherwise, if the news got out, Xingyi's reputation would be rotten in the four or nine cities in the future. "

Jiang Pei'an was not hypocritical, he picked up the four wads of money in front of him and put them into his bag.

However, Jiang Pei'an still pushed the script in front of Qi Yuefei and said:
"What does Mr. Qi think of this folk ditty? By the way, I collectively call TV dramas of this type folk ditties."

As a businessman, Qi Yuefei was keenly aware of the words "this kind of subject matter" that Jiang Pei'an said.

In other words, does he still have a follow-up filming plan?
"Very good, maybe it has local characteristics, anyway, I find it very interesting.

It not only satisfies the interest of middle-aged and elderly people in opera, but also satisfies people's preference for short stories in parents' stories.

In fact, I also had this idea in the past two years, but my thoughts were more confused.

However, when I saw this folk ditty you made today, my thinking suddenly became clear. "

Qi Yuefei nodded and said.

Not only is his thinking clear, I'm afraid Jiang Pei'an just returned with 4 yuan to do the post-production.

Qi Yuefei immediately recruited troops to shoot similar folk tunes.

There is no doubt, after all, he has been very keen on this in later generations, and he has rejuvenated his career with folk tunes.

Therefore, in order to dispel Qi Yuefei's thoughts, Jiang Pei'an took the initiative to say:
"From Mr. Qi's perspective, we can see that folk tunes are very popular.

Although I have technology, personnel and ideas, I have no channels for distribution.

And what I lack, Mr. Qi, you have..."

Having said all that, Jiang Pei'an picked up the teacup and waited quietly for Qi Yuefei's answer.

"You mean, I'm in charge of distribution, and you are in charge of content creation and production?"

Qi Yuefei looked at Jiang Pei'an and asked slowly.

Jiang Pei'an nodded, and took out more than a dozen neatly bound manuscript papers from his bag.

"These are the follow-up scripts of folk ditties, twelve in total.

At the same time, there is also a planning plan for distribution and publicity, Mr. Qi please read it. "

The reason why Jiang Pei'an took these out was to increase the bargaining chip in the negotiation.

What is recorded on these papers is the routine operation when the publicity works are released in later generations.

But taking it out in this era is tantamount to a "nuclear bomb."

Jiang Pei'an was not afraid that Qi Yuefei would start anew after taking these materials away.

At that point, Jiang Pei'an will let him know what imitation is!

Qi Yuefei picked up the manuscript paper and flipped through it one by one, the more he looked at it, the more shocking he felt.

This is simply more surprising than the publicity plan of a 4A advertising company.

Maybe it's just talking on paper, but the above ideas alone are far ahead of this era.

Qi Yuefei's eyes on Jiang Pei'an changed, and he no longer felt that he was just a talented little fellow.

But treat it as a partner!

After a long time, Qi Yuefei put down the manuscript paper, rubbed his temples, and said with a wry smile:
"You have done what I have always wanted to do, and now you have come up with this heavyweight publicity plan.

To be honest, with these things, if you go to any distribution company, they will all beg to cooperate with you.

Why are you looking for me? "

Jiang Pei'an smiled slightly and said:
"Because we are fellow villagers."

Qi Yuefei was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud:
"Fellow? My eyes were full of tears when I saw my fellow! I just said to you, fellow, I voted for this project.

I will take over all matters related to distribution, and you can create with peace of mind. "

"Thank you Mr. Qi, by the way, there are still [-] episodes to be produced after "An Angry Husband Fights a Smart Daughter-in-law"..."

"I will handle it."

Qi Yuefei patted his chest and assured him.

After the two agreed on profit sharing and the next production, Jiang Pei'an stood up and said goodbye.

Qi Yuefei held the announcement paper, looked at Jiang Pei'an's back, smiled slightly, and said:
"Hehe, fellow..."

Jiang Pei'an walked out of the gate of Xingyi Culture, looked back at the company name, and murmured:
"My fellow..."

　Brothers, don't forget to vote!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)