This actor needs more money

"Whether it's in business or as an ordinary friend, you have no obligation to invest in Wu Jing. There's nothing wrong with it."

"Your money doesn't come from the wind. Without market evaluation, without knowing the cast, or even the specific subject of the shooting, it is right not to invest."

Ding Xiu said.

Only he has seen Wu Jing's specific script, and he is the one who talks to him the most about the filming content.

Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang followed suit, and there were reasons why they believed in themselves.

Believe that you will not make a loss-making transaction.

Because he did not let the company pay all the money, it meant that he was not 100% sure about this project, otherwise Lao Qin would have rushed to invest.

Therefore, Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang acted according to their ability, and the money they invested was within their loss range.

This money will not affect my quality of life just because the movie will be a hit in the future.

To put it bluntly, the affection is greater.

Yang Mi is different. She and Wu Jing have not known each other for a long time, and they have no personal relationship. If it weren't for Ding Xiu as a bridge, they might not know each other.

In business, before she understood Wu Jing's project, there was nothing wrong with her not investing.

Hearing Ding Xiu's words, Yang Mi nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief. She was still worried that Ding Xiu would misunderstand her. It seemed that she was overthinking.

"Brother Xiu, what does that mean?"

Ding Xiu sighed softly and said, "Didn't you listen to what he said? This time we used real scenes for filming. The planes, tanks, and rocket launchers were all real."

"Think about it with your brain, can ordinary people get these things?"

"Ah!" Yang Mi was stunned.

Ding Xiu shook his head: "Think about it yourself."

After that, no more words.

When Wu Jing was filming special forces, he was trained in the military area. I don’t know how he got involved with the army. This time he was able to get the support of the army and provide him with real people.

Ding Xiu wouldn't believe it. It was just because the film was about military subjects that they had to contribute.

There are so many films and TV dramas with military themes. There are now dozens of anti-Japanese dramas a year. How many directors can get real tanks?

People who have this kind of connections are extraordinary.

Investing several million as a favor is not a loss at all, but it's a pity that Yang Mi didn't grasp it.

At this time, Yang Mi also felt a little regretful. Why didn't she think of this? She was so patronizing that she was afraid of paying. At that time, it was too late to hide from Wu Jing at the table.

Ten minutes later.

"This is not my way home." Ding Xiu noticed the road sign through the car window and said.

A blush flashed across Da Mimi's face, her heart was racing, and she said in a panic: "It's so late and you drank again. It's not safe to go back. I'll find a hotel for you to stay."

Ding Xiu: "..."

In the morning, Damimi woke up from the hotel bed, wiped her eyes, listened to the sound of washing in the bathroom, and said confusedly:

"Brother Xiu, are you leaving?"

"The flight is at eleven o'clock, you can sleep a little longer."

In the bathroom, Ding Xiu was wrapped in a bath towel and drying his hair.

Today is different from the past. Running in the park every morning is a bit of a luxury for him. He is easily surrounded by fans and can only exercise on the treadmill in the hotel room.

After getting up early in the morning and running for an hour, he was sweating all over and had just taken a shower.

At noon, he had to take a plane with Damimi to Yunnan, the filming location of the second part of Xiuchundao.

Calculating the time, there are still several hours.

Footsteps sounded, delicate hands came out from behind to hug her, her back was pressed against her soft chest, and the fragrance of Da Mimi's hair came from behind.

"I was woken up by your hair dryer and couldn't sleep."

Damimi said lazily.

"Don't make trouble, I'm blowing my hair."

"Hehe, let me help you blow it."

"No, you, hiss..."

"I wish Xiu Chun Knife 2 a good start!"

In March, spring is warm and flowers are blooming. In the south of the colorful clouds, the opening ceremony of the second part of Xiuchundao is held.

As the director unveiled the red silk on the camera, the crew officially started shooting.

Worshiping gods, lighting incense, and setting off cannon salutes, none of the processes were missed.

The actors lined up to receive red envelopes, and the joy was evident.

"Thank you, director, thank you."

"Zhang Yi, work hard and I'll give you a bigger red envelope when you finish the job."

"Director Lu, you said so, I have to work hard to perform well."

"Xiao Xin, you are the same, everyone is the same, behave well, I won't treat you badly."

Lu Yang was under great pressure.

The first part of "Xiuchundao" had a good box office, with more than 300 million.

The investment in the second part is higher than the first part. If the box office is not as high as the first part, it will be more fun. How will others evaluate him?

For the same subject matter, he is not as good as Ding Xiu, a halfway monk who became a director for the first time.

Ding Xiu walked up to Lu Yang with a smile, patted his shoulder and said, "You too, don't be too nervous, just let nature take its course."

Before Lu Yang could be moved, Ding Xiu continued: "If this drama is a hit, just clean your butt and wait to work for the company."

Lu Yangju tensed up and was so frightened that he was sweating profusely.

The company treats its contracted directors and artists very well. As the director of Xiuchundao's second film, Lao Qin specially gave him an investment quota of one million.

It's a good name, and you can make money with him.

If this drama flops, his money will be wasted along with it.

Compared to a wealthy person like Ding Xiu, millions are like a few dollars. One million is definitely a lot of money for him.

This million was advanced by Qin Gang, saying that he would not put any financial pressure on him and would deduct it from the dividends when the box office exploded.

Lu Yang knew that if the box office of Xiuchundao exploded, Qin Gang would not ask him for a mere million, and would probably give it to him as a red envelope.

Of course, if it fails at the box office, he will owe the company one million, and Qin Gang will not ask him for the money, but the contract may be extended by a few years.

"Haha, with Brother Xiu here, it's hard not to explode." Lu Yang made a haha, and said closer, "Brother Xiu, you have experience in directing, so you need to guide me more."

He has already thought about letting Ding Xiu participate in the directing work. If the filming is successful, it will be his credit. If Ding Xiu is screwed, he will be embarrassed to let him take the blame alone.

Ding Xiu didn't think much about it and nodded: "Just take my opinion as a reference. As a director, you still have to have your own ideas."

That being said, he doesn't intend to talk too much about this drama.

With his current status in the world, no one on the crew will refute his words. No matter whether it is good or bad, everyone will say yes.

In ancient times, Zhao Gao said that a deer is like a horse. If he did this in front of the people in his team today, I'm afraid everyone would agree with him.

He is no longer a director, he just needs to do his job as an actor.

Besides, Lu Yang is not bad at all. He is a director who is very sensitive to martial arts movies. If he polishes it more, he will definitely become a general after a few movies.

"Okay Brother Xiu."

Lu Yang was a little disappointed. No one was taking the blame now. What should we do?