Entertainment: I never eat free food

Shen Lang came to China Film Group and started post-production editing. Because the actors of "The Nameless" were so talented, the editing pressure was very small. Shen Lang finished the film in less than a week.

Wang Zhongjun and Han Sanping came.

They watched the film together.

Han Sanping clapped his hands: "Good play, a rare good play, another excellent one, very good. Xiao Shen, I really didn't see you wrong."

Wang Zhongjun was surprised. He didn't expect Shen Lang to be so talented. He had a feeling that the play "The Nameless" would be a hit.

Whether it was the plot, the lines, the actors' acting skills, or the sense of the picture, there was nothing to be picky about.

Shen Lang looked at him with a smile: "I'll do it if I'm satisfied."

Han Sanping handed Shen Lang a cigarette: "What's the schedule, which day do you plan to choose?"

Shen Lang rubbed his hands: "How about the National Day?"

Wang Zhongjun raised his eyebrows: "You want to compete with Painted Skin? There's no need for that, right?"

Han Sanping nodded: "Xiao Shen, let's change the schedule. The current market can't accommodate two good products at the same time."

"Then it's New Year's Day, or the New Year's Day. You can arrange one."

Han Sanping Touching his chin, he said, "Let's go to New Year's Day. We have the "Fei Chen Wu Rao" for the New Year celebration this year. There's no need to squeeze together. I think President Wang thinks so, right?"

Wang Zhongjun smiled, "President Han knows me, Director Shen, New Year's Day is fine. You can relax. We Chinese Americans will go all out for the publicity and will definitely make it beautiful."

Shen Lang shrugged, "Then I'll leave the rest to President Han and President Wang. I've finished this year's tasks and I want to take a good vacation."

Shen Lang said goodbye to everyone.

Han Sanping glanced at Wang Zhongjun and said calmly: "Zhongjun, this kid has something in his belly, you have to coax him well."

Wang Zhongjun nodded: "I understand, but this kid is not ordinary cunning, and very cunning, and he is close to Mr. Zhou, I don't know how to grasp his thoughts at this time."

Han Sanping smiled: "You have so many female artists in your company, just fight in turns."

Wang Zhongjun smiled bitterly: "If Fan Xiaopang is still there, it may be possible to let her take action, but now that Fan Xiaopang is gone, Lianhua is much older than him, and I really don't have a suitable candidate for a while."

"I heard that you are going to sign Liu Tianxian recently. These two people are just the right match for each other."

Wang Zhongjun...he has his eyes on this piece of meat.

"Boss Han..."

"You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child. If you have money, you can't find any woman."

Wang Zhongjun nodded: "I see. Oh, by the way, Boss Han, how is Wu Baige's Red Cliff?"

Hearing this, Han Sanping smiled bitterly: "How is it? Not very good. This play... is going to fail... I guess my 80 million US dollars was wasted."

Wang Zhongjun was stunned: "No way, this is Wu Baige, an investment of 80 million US dollars, the actors are all first-line big names, and it's also the Three Kingdoms, how can there be a problem?"

Han Sanping sighed: "Foreign monks can never chant well in China. This time, I guess they are too showy. When I watched the film, I I didn't understand it, it was so messy, ah..."

"He even dared to fool you?"

Han Sanping smiled bitterly: "I can't say that, maybe my aesthetics are not up to date, let's talk about it later..."

"Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"

"I'm going to make a big production soon."

"It's different. Your play doesn't have a big investment, and there are Cheng Long, Liu Tianxian, and Li Lianhua. Even if you lose money, the loss won't be much."

"Has the Chinese American City determined the exact time?"

"It's determined, on National Day."

"Okay, I won't go later."

"I understand, you are busy, I'll leave now."

Han Sanping nodded.