new kung fu king

Chapter 547 Watching "Dad" Show His Movie

On the morning of September 1980, 9, a military jeep drove eastward from BJ, and passed through dozens of towns in HEB province. Every time it passed a town, the people in the car would hear the loudspeakers in the village shouting :

"Dou's folks pay attention, there will be a film show under the big poplar tree of the town committee at 7 o'clock tonight, I hope to pass it on to relatives and friends in neighboring villages, remember to come after dinner!"

"At 6:[-] tonight, a movie will be shown in the Majiapo military playground. Those who bring their children must take good care of their children, lest the whole village mobilize to help find them like last time."

"Sun Village Commune tonight."

The car continued to drive on the road to the east. At this time, it had reached Texas in SD Province. It was vaguely possible to see many people riding bicycles, walking, or pushing trolleys in a certain direction.

"Old Wang, do you feel the passion for making movies in rural China?" Zhao Gang pointed to those people on the way and said, "These are ordinary people who go to the movies. I'm rushing to watch a movie, it's so lively!"

"I can feel it!" Wang Xiaohu was very excited when he saw the army of moviegoers advancing slowly.

In the 80s and [-]s, watching movies was a very solemn event for ordinary people. After all, there were very few entertainment items for people on weekdays. The only thing that communicated with the outside world was the opera box (radio), but that thing could only hear the sound. There are no people in sight, so every time I hear the big speakers in the village announcing that there is a movie to watch, the people are full of passion and enthusiasm.

All the way out of BJ, Wang Xiaohu has thoroughly felt the rich atmosphere of watching movies in the 80s.He has to admit that this kind of large-scale viewing phenomenon is unique in the world, and it can be called a miracle!

Zhao Gang lowered the car window to a gap, lit a cigarette against the window and said, "What do you think, the Great Hall of the People is such a good screening place, and you have to go to Pingling Commune in Shandong to watch "Mythology" ", you have a disease in your head, right?"

Wang Xiaohu grinned and glanced at Zhao Gang. There were some things that Zhao Gang couldn't understand, and he didn't bother to explain anything.

"I just want to do a market survey to see how the common people react to Hong Kong movies. You must know that this is the first Hong Kong movie to be released in the Mainland."

"Then you don't need to go to Shandong, we can do the investigation in HEB province, not to mention that the Ministry of Culture has already arranged the investigation, aren't you well fed?" Zhao Gang blew out a smoke ring. Said angrily.

Regarding the investigation, Wang Xiaohu confirmed it after communicating with Minister Huang after arriving at BJ yesterday. As he said just now, although "Mythology" was released at the box office in North America, the United Kingdom, France and other countries, but in China It is the first time for the movie to be shown in the mainland, and he still has no idea of ​​the main market conditions in the mainland market. He must do a good job of investigation, and then plan the next step of cooperation with the mainland as appropriate based on the investigation reports of the common people.

The so-called next-step cooperation plan was carefully considered by Wang Xiaohu. As long as the release of "Mythology" started the situation of Hong Kong movies in the mainland, he would send the films produced by Xiehe Film Company in the past seven years to the mainland for public screening. Xiehe Film Company would have successfully entered the mainland ahead of any country in the world in the early 80s.

The film market in mainland China is an important battlefield that keeps pace with North America. Although this potential position seems very slim now, it will be even more difficult to squeeze into this circle after the mainland market matures.

At around [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the car arrived in Jinan, the capital of SD Province. When passing by the Daguanyuan Cinema, the speed of the car became slower and slower, because the one-way street that was only six meters away was full of people buying movie tickets. It took a long time to advance more than five meters.

"Head, what should we do?" the driver turned around and asked Zhao Gang.

"Let's take a detour!" Zhao Gang said with a sigh, "It seems that the propaganda work in the provincial capital city is also in place."

"Old Zhao, you talk a lot of nonsense today!" Wang Xiaohu gave Zhao Gang a blank look, and the effect of the propaganda was in front of him. It was not difficult to see the enthusiasm of the audience from the dark heads in front of the cinema.

In fact, Wang Xiaohu knew very well that any movie released in the early 80s would encounter such a situation. After all, the production of domestic movies was not much in more than ten years. level of hunger.

"Go and ask how much the movie ticket for "Mythology" is!" Wang Xiaohu said suddenly.

"Okay." The driver immediately got out of the car and got into the crowd of ticket buyers. The two waited in the car for more than half an hour. Zhao Gang had smoked five cigarettes before the driver came back in a panic.

"What's the matter, I didn't let you go to the battlefield. You have been dawdling for more than half an hour. If you were on the battlefield, you would have been wiped out by the enemy many times!"

Zhao Gang muttered in dissatisfaction, and the driver lowered his head and said, "This is much more fierce than going to the battlefield. At least I can still fight when I see the enemy, but this gang of movie ticket buyers is even more fierce than the enemy!"

"Hey, when did you learn to talk back!" Zhao Gang raised his eyes and was about to get angry, but Wang Xiaohu raised his hand to stop him: "Okay, old Zhao, don't be poor, Xiao Sun, did you ask about the movie ticket price?"

"That's right!" The driver ignored Zhao Gang, who was blowing his beard and staring, and reported to Wang Xiaohu with a smile: "There are two types of tickets. For the bad second tickets, each ticket is ten cents each."

Wang Xiaohu nodded, "Okay, let's get in the car and hurry."

The car drove east again, and it was only 20 kilometers away from Jinan to Pingling Commune, and it was definitely possible to arrive before dark.

"What do you think?"

Seeing Wang Xiaohu frowning and thinking about something, Zhao Gang asked in a low voice.

Wang Xiaohu smiled and said, "It's time to settle the score. According to our current release model, how much box office can "Mythology" earn?"

"Haha, I guess it can't be counted!" Zhao Gang was amused, and said, "Anyway, I don't know anything else, the Ministry of Culture has just calculated the box office data of "Gunshots of the Secrecy Bureau", and it is said that this number lasted more than a year. "

As Zhao Gang spoke, he stretched out two fingers and looked at Wang Xiaohu mysteriously.

Wang Xiaohu frowned and said after a while, "2000 million?"

"Ah! How did you guess that! I thought you would say 20 or 200 million!" Zhao Gang was obviously taken aback.

Wang Xiaohu said with a smile: "It's hard to guess. There are more than 2000 medium-sized theaters in BJ. If the number of viewers is broadcast [-] hours a day, the number of viewers will definitely reach a terrible figure. And don't forget the whole country. If "Confidential" If "Guns of the Bureau" has the convenience of "Mythology", I think the annual box office will definitely exceed [-] million yuan!"

2000 million RMB, Wang Xiaohu was surprised when he said this! If the 80 million in the 2000s is replaced by the standard of the 21st century, it will be tens of billions?
He believes that the box office earned by the mainland from "Mythology" is definitely more than this amount!
Of course, he is quite skeptical about the statistics in mainland China, because more than 85% of movie screenings are free, that is to say, the box office in mainland China is based on the number of moviegoers.

China is the most populous country in the world, so there are naturally a lot of people watching movies. Assuming that the number of people watching "Guns from the Secrecy Bureau" is 1 million, based on the price of 6000 cent per ticket at that time, that is more than [-] million. .But the number of movie viewers is repeated. Some people may not be willing to spend a penny after watching it ten or twenty times. It is conceivable how much water the box office data come out like this.

Naturally, Wang Xiaohu also had doubts about the [-] million yuan box office of "Shaolin Temple" that year. (Actually, it's not a doubt. After "Mythology", mainland films have begun to take the rudiments of the commercial road, and the [-] million box office of "Shaolin Temple" is not a one-year achievement, it is accumulated over N years, and Xiaohu doesn't know it yet. .)
"Comrade, how far is it to Pingling Commune?" The driver, Xiao Sun, stopped the car to ask for directions.

At this time, there are many people watching movies on the road, so it sounds more convenient to make a call, unlike the usual road where people are rarely seen.

"You guys also go to the movies?" It was an uncle who was asked, grinning and showing his teeth stained with cigarettes from years of smoking.

"Yeah, we went to the movies too!" Xiao Sun said with a smile.

"Oh, tenderness is so awesome, drive to the commune to watch a movie!" The rural uncle gave Xiao Sun a thumbs up, which attracted other villagers to watch, pointing and talking.

"Master, do you know that you can't buy movie tickets in Jinan now, so I finally begged my buddies to pull me to watch the movie, so let me tell you how to go."

Seeing that the driver, Xiaosun, couldn't answer for a while, Wang Xiaohu stretched out his head to make a rescue. He spoke with an authentic Shandong accent, which made a group of people envious and unhappy.

"Hey, whose family is this child, he must be an official."

"Yeah, driving to watch a movie, it's really burnt!"

Seeing this, the rural uncle smiled slyly, took the pipe and pot in his hand and said, "I'm getting old, so please give me a ride, or I won't tell you how to get there."

"Okay!" Wang Xiaohu opened the car door and helped the rural uncle up.

Pingling Commune was the place where Wang Xiaohu was born in his previous life. He only knew the approximate location of the commune. Besides, when he could remember, the commune had been planned and demolished many times. The memory is completely different.

After getting into the car, the rural uncle was naturally very fresh, touching things here and there, until Zhao Gang gave him a cigarette, and after the car turned around, he said with a smile: "Turn south at the intersection ahead. , I saw that the train station is the Pinglin Commune, and the movie will be played there tonight."

When he was about to arrive at the train station, Wang Xiaohu's mood began to get excited, that's right, this is here, this is his hometown, the place where black pottery and tribute rice are produced.

"Old Zhao, have you implemented the things you arranged?" Wang Xiaohu suddenly said such a sentence when he was about to enter the village.

"what's up?"

"It's the projectionist of Pingling Commune."

"Oh, if you don't tell me, I almost forgot about it! That Wang Zhenrong, right? I personally took care of this matter, and I sent the note from Lao Huang to Jinan. It stands to reason that it has been arranged properly, right? "

Zhao Gang was also a little uncertain. He felt that this was not a very good job, but asking him, the head of the security regiment, to arrange rural people to be projectionists was a bit of a fucking thing. If Wang Xiaohu hadn't repeatedly urged him, he would really have Treat it as shit.

"Old Wang, what is the relationship between you and that Wang Zhenrong? Take care of him like this?" Zhao Gang asked suspiciously. You must know that the mobile projectionist is now considered a permanent job, with a salary of more than 20 yuan a month, and another 5 yuan. The subsidy of [-] yuan is only responsible for the screening work in nearby towns, and every village is entertained with good wine and cigarettes, which is definitely a good job.

Wang Xiaohu smiled and said, "Pingling Commune is my ancestral home. If we continue the family tree, Wang Zhenrong is my uncle's generation."

"Oh, have you continued your family tree?" Zhao Gang frowned and asked, "Why do I remember that you seem to be an orphan?"

"The director of the orphanage told me." Wang Xiaohu said seriously. In fact, when cooperating with the mainland, President Liang verified the identities of Xiehe, especially Wang Xiaohu. I found the dean of an orphanage and asked to cooperate with the investigation. Of course, Wang Xiaohu also donated a lot of money to the orphanage symbolically. Those who came out of the orphanage.

His answer to Zhao Gang like this now is absolutely unconvincing. Both Zhao Gang and the mainland government can only believe it.

In fact, Wang Zhenrong is not related to Wang Xiaohu's uncle, to be precise, he is Wang Xiaohu's father!

When he came to the mainland in 76, Wang Xiaohu wanted to go back to his hometown to have a look, but Wang Zhenrong was not married at that time. He did not get married until 79, and Wang Xiaohu was born four years later. Back then, Wang Xiaohu also asked Wang Zhenrong why he was born so late. Wang Zhenrong To put it bluntly: The family is poor and cannot afford it!
Wang Xiaohu's family was indeed poor when he was a child, so he took advantage of the opportunity of arranging a mobile projectionist this time, secretly arranged a good job for his old man in his previous life through the back door.

"My son will pay back the unfinished things in the previous life." Wang Xiaohu thought in this way.

"Young man, let's go to the place, thank you, Nen Liha." The rural uncle took a ride for free, and he was so happy in his heart. When he got off the bus, he was full of air, and even his slightly bent waist straightened a bit. .

Getting out of the car, Wang Xiaohu only felt very comfortable in his heart, listening to the familiar local accent, looking at the familiar buildings, and tonight he could still enjoy the movie that his father in his previous life showed for him. Words express it.

(End of this chapter)