The Wind of China Entertainment 2005

Chapter 481 You're disturbing me

The next morning, it was already bright.

Lu Yuan turned over in a daze, his fingers scratching his thigh unconsciously.

Then out of habit I reached to the left, but it was empty. When I opened my eyes, I realized where I was.

He stared at the mottled light and shadow on the ceiling, lost in thought.

I entered the light curtain again last night, and this time the dream was quite interesting and completely different from usual ones.

There are no zombies chasing, no bitterness of betrayal, no cautious steps, and no aliens hiding in the city. There is only a sweet love.

In the dream, his name was Yu Tu. He used to be a top student with a handsome appearance and was admired by many girls.

When I was in high school, there was a girl in my class named Qiao Jingjing. Although her academic performance was not as good as his, she was the most beautiful girl in the class.

The key point is that this girl has always liked him secretly.

One time, Qiao Jingjing bravely confessed to him, but was rejected mercilessly by him.

The reason he gave was that he hoped to find someone who could work hard with him.

What this means is that you dislike the other person's poor academic performance.

Yu Tu's dream is the sea and the stars, while Qiao Jingjing only cares about looking at herself in the mirror all day, and they are destined not to be on the same path.

Ten years later, fate took a dramatic turn.

Qiao Jingjing became a hot star in the entertainment industry, earning hundreds of millions or even tens of millions for each movie she made.

He got his wish and became an aviation designer, with a stable but not high annual salary of only 200,000 yuan.

The two people who should have had no intersection met again unexpectedly because of a game.

Then begins a love affair full of sour smell.

This is roughly the story, a typical idol drama routine.

"Why does it feel like I've played this game before?" Lu Yuan frowned, climbed up from the bed and opened the curtains.

After standing in front of the window for a while, he turned and went to the bathroom, quickly washed his face, and wrote down the outline of the story.

The details of the game in his dream were blurry, but he vaguely remembered that it was a mobile game and the gameplay was vaguely familiar.

Mobile gaming is nothing new.

From the earliest Snake, Push Box, to Angry Birds, Fairy Way, Fishing Master.
After the iPhone came out, the touch-screen flow it pioneered has led to the booming development of the mobile game market in recent years.

Why does he know so much? Because Liu Shishi loves to play, whether it is online games or mobile games, she never gets tired of it.

Especially after learning that Zhou Mingyuan worked for Tencent and was a game production expert in the industry, he frequently experienced various beta versions of games.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the two League of Legends beta accounts his brother-in-law had sent him last night, but he hadn't had time to give them to his girlfriend.

And the experience of playing the Sword Master and being beaten to death.

"Wow~"

The tap water flowed down from the faucet.

"League of Legends?"

Lu Yuan suddenly raised his face from the pool.

He looked at himself in the mirror and realized why the game in his dream felt familiar.

It seems that the operation is very similar to that of the League of Legends that was badly beaten by my brother-in-law last night.

The difference is the client side.

He didn't know much about this, so he suppressed his doubts and planned to wait for his brother-in-law to get off work in the evening and have a chat with him.

After washing up, Lu Yuan spent half an hour recording the outline of his dream story and went downstairs.

Today's work is still to go to the studio and focus on the editing of "Out of Time and Space".

"Om~Om~"

Swinging the car keys in his hand, he just walked out of the corridor, and an orange supercar slid into view accompanied by a slight engine sound.

Liu Shishi had long flowing hair, her sunglasses pushed up to her forehead, her arms casually resting on the car window, and she looked like a cool lady.

"Hey, handsome guy, where are you going? I'll take you there."

She poked her head out playfully.

"Ouch."

Lu Yuan slapped her on the head in annoyance.

"The sun is rising from the west. You are so diligent today that you don't even sleep in."

Liu Shishi rubbed her forehead and snorted, "Xinyou and I have an appointment to go to Xidan to buy clothes later, and then have a SPA together."

Lu Yuan curled his lips. Just as men like to drink and watch football, women like to shop no matter whether they are happy or sad, and they never have enough clothes.

"boom!"

The car door closed and she stepped on the accelerator quickly.

"Shall I take you to the studio first?"

"Yeah." Lu Yuante naturally put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it.

Liu Shishi, wearing khaki shorts, said casually, "I received a call from Su Mang this morning, inviting me to attend this Bazaar Charity Gala."

"I got it too."

"Then are you going?"

"do you want to go?"

"Yeah!" Liu Shishi nodded.

Well, she didn't actually want to go, but Lao K bombarded her with calls, scolding her for having no ambition.

"Then go." Lu Yuan didn't care.

The two drove to a nearby breakfast shop, had breakfast, and then rushed to the studio.

Du Yuan and Wen Muye had arrived early and were busy in the editing room.

After Liu Shishi learned that he had asked Zhou Mingyuan for two game beta test accounts, he no longer mentioned asking Liu Xinyu to buy clothes and have a SPA, and stayed in the office happily playing.

It hasn’t been long since the Chinese version of League of Legends was launched, and Tencent’s publicity for this game has been overwhelming.

Liu Shishi has wanted to play for a long time.

Lu Yuan stayed in the editing room for a while and received a call from Han Han, saying that he would send the script over, so he returned to the office to wait.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard Liu Shishi shouting in the house.

"Hey, move. Why is Garen always chasing me? I didn't hit you. I just followed him passing by and took a look. Why is Zhao Xin so stupid? Hurry up and attack him. Where are the other teammates?"

"First Blood ~"

"boom!"

Liu Shishi slapped the table angrily.

Hearing the door open, she hurriedly picked up the mouse and pretended to be innocent.

"Oh my, what's wrong with this mouse? Is it broken? It doesn't work at all!"

Lu Yuan pushed the door open and came in, raising his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words.

Why is this reason so familiar?

He walked behind her, looked at the 0/1 record, and smiled. He understood and said, "Yes, there is indeed a problem. The keyboard is probably the same. I will ask Wu Lang to replace it tomorrow."

Liu Shishi gave her boyfriend affirmation with satisfaction, then, with a tight face, she charged into the canyon again.

Teemo is resurrected!
Teemo died again.
For the next period of time, the office was filled with her complaints.

"Why is the W key not working?"

"My teammates are so stupid."

"Hey, I'm going back to the city. Don't chase me. Don't you think you can't afford to play?"

"What's wrong with this broken keyboard? Did Wu Lang take advantage of it?"

"This chair is not comfortable to sit on. Wu Lang must have been greedy."

Lu Yuan: "."

I don't know how many times the body was left exposed in the wilderness. Liu Shishi fanned herself with her little hands in annoyance and ordered her boyfriend to work.

"I want to drink."

"It's so hot, go turn on the air conditioner."

"It's already on." Lu Yuan replied. "Turn it down."

“It’s already the lowest temperature.”

Liu Shishi was silent for a few seconds. Unable to find any new excuse for a while, she turned her head and started shouting loudly.

"Can you please stop standing behind me? Your breathing is affecting my operation!"

Lu Yuan: "..."

As her reasons became more outrageous, Lu Yuan rolled his eyes.

While she wasn't paying attention, he pinched her little face and rubbed it hard.

"Ah, um."

Liu Shishi puffed up his cheeks, raised his fist, and pretended to hit.

Lu Yuan slammed the door and left without even turning back.

It’s better not to stay in this office!

Outside the studio, Han Han stood in front of an orange supercar.

He was quite thin, his hairstyle was as casual as ever, and there was an unknown wire with a flashing LED sticking out of his trouser pocket.

“Is this Lamborghini yours?”

"No, it's my girlfriend's."

"It's really rare to see a girl driving this kind of car." Han Han expressed surprise.

Lu Yuan roughly guessed what he was thinking, and explained with a smile: "In fact, she herself is also regretting it. The appearance of this car is indeed eye-catching, but the shock absorption performance is too poor. When it hits a small stone on the road, it is like going over a speed bump, and it is very bumpy."

"That's right."

Han Han laughed: "I bought one before just for the sake of novelty, but I drove it for two months and then sold it second-hand. Now I have changed to a Mercedes-Benz, which is much more comfortable."

Lu Yuan knew that this man was also a racing driver and had considerable strength.

It is easy to determine the strength of a racer.

Look at his racing suit.

Han Han's racing suit is not the clean kind, it is covered with colorful logos, which means he has sponsors behind him.

The two walked into the conference room.

Lu Yuan joked, "I thought your script wouldn't be published until next year."

Two months had passed since the two had last met by chance at a bookstore in Shanghai, during which time they had been communicating sporadically.

During this process, Lu Yuan discovered that Han Han was particularly good at procrastinating on submitting his manuscripts.

Some time ago, this guy had a sudden inspiration and his creative ideas were like diuresis, so he raised his arms and shouted that he wanted to write a column.

The magazine asked him how often he published an article, and he thought about it and said, every week.

As a result, this weekly column entered a long rest period after four issues.
The most common messages we receive every day are requests from readers for updates.

Most novelists have this problem.

Han Han was embarrassed and defended himself, "When I write, I can't stand boring things. If there is a page that doesn't make me creative, I will feel very uncomfortable. But the reality is that writing a script is like writing instructions. The readers need to understand and follow them. Rhetoric and interesting descriptions are unnecessary burdens."

He spread his hands, looking helpless: "It's not that I don't want to submit the manuscript, it's just that I'm not satisfied after writing and revising it."

"Haha, I barely believe you."

I sat down on the sofa in the conference room and an assistant handed me two cups of tea.

Han Han said thank you and took out a script from behind him.

Lu Yuan glanced at "See You Tomorrow".

Before writing the script, Han Han told him that he had thought of three stories, one science fiction, one history, and one modern.

The first two were abandoned due to cost and subject matter review considerations, and finally they chose this modern subject.

The general content is that three young people living on Dongji Island are about to leave their homeland.

They started a journey across the continent by car, met different girls, stray dogs, and backpackers whose good and evil were unpredictable on the road, confessed their love again and again, and said goodbye again and again.

“Is there a story prototype?”

"No." Han Han waved his hand and added, "If you insist, it can be called "The Past of a Young Man on Dongji Island", but the Soloist Group stopped publishing before I even started writing this novel."

When talking about the closure of the choir, a look of desolation flashed in his eyes.

He founded the choir.

Whether he was trying to show off his prowess in front of others or was just trying to write something literary, he really wanted to make one last effort through this magazine and bring back the 1980s, 1990s, when there was a turbulent literary boom.

When he founded the magazine, he charged astronomical prices to all contributors, setting a record at the time.

封面推荐的原创文章，2000元/1000字，普通稿件：1000元/1000字，最差观点和文笔的文章：250元/1000字。

What does this mean for royalties? It was 10-40 times the domestic industry standard at that time.

The first issue also has many famous authors and works, including Luo Yonghao, Mi Meng, Zhao Zhongxiang, Liang Wendao, Huang Jianxiang, Lian Yue.
The first day sales were 10 copies, and the total sales in 2010 were 150 million copies.

It was a sensation.

Unfortunately, due to various reasons, the magazine only published one issue and announced that it would be suspended indefinitely at the end of last year.

Lu Yuan nodded slightly and continued to look through the script.

To be honest, he had reservations about the prospects of this play.

After a long time, he closed the script and said, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Of course." Han Han replied.

"It doesn't give me a good feeling. Let me ask you a question first. Would you define this film as commercial or artistic?"

Han Han hesitated for a moment and said, "It's a commercial art film."

Lu Yuan changed his sitting position and said, "It has a commercial core but is wrapped in an artistic coat. This easily leads to a situation where it is not pleasing to both sides. It is called a commercial film, but the plot seems bland and dull. There is not enough conflict and the plot is weak. Although there are many great sentences in it, overall, the story is not outstanding."

Han Han picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Lu Yuan continued, "Actually, before you, I received a script for a road movie."

"Can you tell me more specifically?" Han Han asked curiously.

"Written by Xu Zheng, it's also a road movie. It's about to start filming. You can come and watch it then."

Han Han nodded in agreement and asked, "What about the script?"

Han Han decided to make a movie in 2010.

To prove his determination, he wrote "See you on March 1988st next year" on the first page of his novel "3.1" in front of his friends.

But it ended in vain.

So he had high expectations this time.

Lu Yuan made a preliminary estimate of the cost, 2-3 million.

He said: "Let's make some more changes. The studio agrees to invest in principle, and the specific amount is to be determined. If there is a funding gap in the end, we can help you contact other investors."

Han Han breathed a sigh of relief. He could pull in some of it himself, but there was still a gap.

After Han Han left.

Wu Lang pushed the door open, his face full of confusion.

"Boss, are you sure you want to invest?"

"of course."

Lu Yuan stood up from the sofa and said with a smile: "Although I am not optimistic about this script, it does not mean that it cannot make money, nor does it mean that Han Han cannot be a director."

Before Wu Lang could ask, he explained: "After the release of Far Cry, the final box office was close to 9000 million. People in the industry were discussing whether fans really had such a strong influence on the box office."

Wu Lang suddenly realized: "Boss, do you mean that after this play is released, Han Han's fans will pay for it?"

Lu Yuan nodded first, then shook his head: "It's too early to say now. The success of "The Lonely Island" is just an example. If the next "The Great Warrior" starring Han Geng is also a big hit, we can really confirm this."

"Since there are still so many uncertainties, why should we agree to him now?"

Lu Yuan looked at him with a little surprise and said, "The original intention of the Star Project was to support new directors and screenwriters, and we now need a benchmark. This benchmark can be Xu Zheng, Wen Muye, Han Han, or even anyone."

“Only when this goal is achieved can Project Stars truly gain a reputation in the industry, and we can smoothly move on to the next step.”

"The Star Project. We are too weak on our own. We must unite all the forces we can."

Wu Lang looked at his back and added in his heart, People all come here for profit.

(End of this chapter)