This actor needs more money

Huang Bo is from Qingdao and drinks a lot of beer. He usually drinks a lot, second only to Ding Xiu.

Today's wine was a bit sad. After only a few bottles, he was drunk. He didn't even drink Baoqiang. He leaned on Ding Xiu's shoulder and complained with tears and runny nose.

"Today's audiences don't understand good shows. It's so good, but the box office is so low. I can't figure it out. I can't figure it out. Damn it."

"Filming is really boring. From now on, I'll just make money. Why wait for a good script? If there's a scene, we'll shoot it. We won't memorize the lines. We'll just do one, two, three, four."

"Not only do I not memorize lyrics, I also do dramas and shoot three or four movies at the same time. As long as I make money, it doesn't matter whether I am famous or not."

"I'm not reserved when I meet a beautiful actress, so I just follow Brother Xiu's example..."

"Snapped!"

Seeing that his words were getting more and more outrageous, Ding Xiu slapped Huang Bo hard on the back: "Old Huang, you have gone bad. As actors, we must be professional, skip the scenes, and not memorize the lines. This is unacceptable."

Wang Baoqiang shrank his head and said weakly: "Where are you dating the actress?"

Ding Xiu said righteously: "You can have this!"

"But we can't talk about having sex. The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. This is a formal love affair and two people are in love. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Wang Baoqiang nodded thoughtfully: "No wonder you never get married."

Ding Xiu is not young anymore, he is almost 3 years old, but there is no sign of marriage at all. His love is waiting here.

So shameless.

Pooh!

It makes me want to get married a few years later.

There is no other meaning, I just feel that I am not mature enough and still need the irrigation and nourishment of rain.

Ding Xiu slapped Wang Baoqiang on the back of the head angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?"

Leaning back to prevent being hit again, Wang Baoqiang said: "I understand, I understand."

"The audience this year is not good, they don't have any artistic ability at all, bah!"

"Fuck, last night I saw a film critic gave this movie a low score, saying it looked like shit. Damn it, don't let me know where he lives, or I'll have to open the glass in his house. Several holes..."

After only a few minutes of silence, Huang Bo acted like a monster again.

Wang Baoqiang sighed after seeing this.

He can understand Huang Bo. Lao Huang is different from them. He is a real actor.

He said before that it was because he was staying at home and didn't want to come out because of his marriage. In fact, he was choosing scripts. If there was no good script, he would rather not act.

Bullfighting is a good script and the production team is good.

When it comes to this kind of script, not to mention the low pay, Wang Baoqiang would act in it even if it was free of charge.

The conditions were difficult, but the filming was enjoyable. As an actor, there is nothing more comfortable than this.

However, because the expectations were too high, the final outcome was unsatisfactory and the disappointment became even greater.

More than half a month has passed, and the box office has not reached 10 million yuan yet. Seeing that it is still a loss to my grandma's house, Bao Qiang is not worth it for the crew.

"Help me hold him up."

Ding Xiu handed Huang Bo to Wang Baoqiang and got up.

"Are you going to get a towel?" Wang Baoqiang asked.

Because Huang Bo was already showing signs of vomiting.

Within two minutes, Ding Xiu came out of the house with a handheld camera in his hand, and the camera was pointed at the abusive Huang Bo.

"Video him and blackmail him for a few meals later."

Wang Baoqiang: "..."

Sure enough, when you go out, the people you should be most careful about are your brothers.

Ding Xiu, a sibling brother, is really a good friend and loved one.

I don’t know what Huang Bo will think when he wakes up and sees the video.

That night, Huang Bo slept at Ding Xiu's place.

I woke up early the next morning, washed up, told Ding Xiu and left.

Although the city tour is over, he still has other jobs. No matter how much the bullfight box office hits the street, at least the box office of over 10 million is not a problem, and the effect it brings is enough for him to make money for a while.

The next step is commercial performances, endorsements, and variety shows.

At the end of the month, Bullfight will be released.

The total box office was 11 million.

Investors cried to death in the toilet, and online comments were polarized.

"This has to be the best movie I've seen in the last five years, bar none."

"Isn't this better than those commercial films made by Mr. Lao?"

"The director hasn't directed a film in five years. His skills have deteriorated and he can't see the market clearly. The leading actor is not famous, and there aren't any big names in the film. If he doesn't jump on the street, who else will?"

"I don't know what the so-called forced sensationalism is."

"The comedy doesn't feel like a comedy, and the tragedy doesn't feel like a tragedy. I don't understand what the director wants to express."

"Don't scold the audience, director. Good movies will not be buried. If the box office is not good, it means that the audience does not approve of it. It means that the film is not good-looking. That's it."

"Learn a lesson and make it look better next time. Don't hire any random actors. I don't want to see the male lead looking sloppy and with buck teeth."

Huang Bo doesn't dare to surf the Internet at all now, and he doesn't dare to read comments. He travels around major cities every day, doing business, and doing acupuncture. As long as it is a project that can make money, he will do it.

This time I completely let go of myself.

The director is also autistic. Once the door is closed, he cannot hear what is happening outside the window.

Qin Chao Entertainment, office.

Yang Siwei teaches Ding Xiu how to use a computer.

Of course Ding Xiu knows how to use a computer. What he is busy with now is registering for Weibo.

"Click here, click here."

"The functions are similar to those of a blog, except that it is simpler here, which is equivalent to separating the entertainment section."

“Even though it’s a new APP, I’m sure this will be the main entertainment center in the future.”

"Our first batch of certified ones also have certain privileges. For example, we can directly contact their staff and ask them to help delete some bad posts... There are many discounts. If you don't do it, it's for nothing. If you can't, just come back to the blog. , it’s not left behind over there anyway.”

Weibo is a new APP. It used to be a blog, but the blog has too many sections and functions that are too concentrated. There are all kinds of people there, so it is inevitably a bit messy.

Later, they simply created an APP specifically for the entertainment section.

No, it comes from the APP.

But without celebrity artists, where would ordinary users come from?

Therefore, the platform is calling on celebrities in the entertainment industry to join Weibo, and it has promised many benefits. Of course, it is mainly aimed at Ding Xiu and other first-line artists.

Who is a leading artist without millions of fans?

When an artist comes, why don't fans follow him? This is much better than advertising.

As for third- and fourth-tier artists, the platform doesn't care about them at all. As long as the leading artist comes, those fans will naturally come. Once the stage is set up here, other artists will naturally come, unless they still guard their deserted blogs.

Nowadays, Weibo is growing at the rate of hundreds of thousands of new users every day, which is very popular.

The general trend that this place will be an entertainment center in the future has been determined, there is no suspense.

"Let Brother Xiu post the first Weibo post by himself."

Ding Xiu thought for a while and typed on the computer: "I will come and I will bear witness."

What he witnessed was not Weibo, but this era.

As for where it came from, of course it was hundreds of years ago.