You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 291 Movie Interlude

  April 3rd.

  The first round of box office for overseas movies has been officially announced.

   A few happy and some sad.

   In the exclusive office of Xinghui Company, Zhou Yilin frowned deeply. Originally, China's box office was very happy, but when he saw his overseas box office, he was as disgusting as eating flies.

   was placed on high hopes, and the "Golden Armor of the City", which was trying to open up overseas markets, was hit at the North American box office.

   was released for ten days and grossed $4 million at the box office.

   is not even as good as the box office of "Mechanical Man", which was released for a month.

   After seeing this data, he even thought he had read it wrong!

  Yes, this movie that was quite good at the box office in China did not burst out with great vitality in Laomei like "Heroes", but instead made a splash so that even my parents didn't know it.

   What makes Zhou Yilin speechless is that North America's $4 million is actually the highest-grossing place in the world outside of China.

  French $3.5 million…

   South Korea $3.2 million…

  Japan 1.1 million...

  …

  Three thousand, three thousand dollars at the box office.

   The terrible data made Zhou Yilin feel like he was dreaming back to "Warring States".

   is also not right!

  This "Warring States" is even worse, the copyright is called broken throat and no one wants it. Italy is still hoarding it and not broadcasting it...

   The emotion of disappointment occupied Zhou Yilin's heart. Finally, he glanced at the assistant who was holding a stack of data materials: "How much did "Struggle" and "Jin Yiwei" box office in North America?"

   ""Struggle" is about three million dollars, "Jin Yiwei" two million dollars..."

   "It's been five days since "Struggle" was released? Why is the box office so low?" When Zhou Yilin opened the box office data of "Struggle", his eyes widened.

three million!

   has been released for five days, and Zhou Yilin can hardly believe that the box office is so low.

   In his impression, the influence of "Struggling" should be very scary in Laomei. Not to mention that the box office is worse than "Chainsaw", but at least it can't be much worse, right?

   However, the $3 million figure is too eye-catching.

   "This film is one of the "restricted release" films in the United States and is only scheduled to be released in a few theaters..."

   "Why is "restricted", there is no restricted release in China..." Zhou Yilin frowned deeply.

"This is the meaning of the senior management of some departments in the United States, and it is the meaning of the old American military, as well as the meaning of all filmmakers in Hollywood except Warner. For the movie "Interstellar", the eight major film companies in the United States are more or less concerned about this. The movie has investment..." The assistant glanced around subconsciously, and then said this softly.

   "Is this movie..." Zhou Yilin was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened as if thinking of something.

   "I don't know yet, but there is still controversy in Cannes. I heard that the judges were arguing fiercely..."

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  …………………………

   April 4th.

Ching Ming Festival.

   Zhou Yang received news from Christian again.

   is not good news.

  Cannes is still arguing about "Struggle", and some judges are like mad dogs, not only wanting this film to be nominated, but also wanting this film to win.

   They feel that this film is a respect for life, full of awe, and a film spirit that a filmmaker must maintain.

   Another wave of judges rejected the film, citing many specious reasons that the film would spell disaster for Cannes.

   "Why Calamity?"

   On the car, Zhou Yang asked this question.

   "Do you remember those two explosions when you were rescued?" Christian's voice came from the other end of the phone.

   "Remember, what happened?"

   "There is something suspicious about those two explosions..."

   "What's suspicious?"

   "It may not be the terrorists who really killed Bals and the photographer, but his own people."

   "You mean..."

   "Yes, the movie is very likely to be one of the evidences. "Struggling" is not only restricted in the old America, but it is even difficult to sell the copyright in other places..."

   in the car.

After    Zhou Yang hung up the phone, he fell into a long silence.

   He looked at the scenery outside the window that kept going backwards, looked at the streets and alleys that seemed familiar, and recalled bits and pieces of childhood in his mind, both unfamiliar and real.

   This is his hometown in this world, Luocheng, Hexian.

   It takes a long time to find a town on the map. Although it is not a poor county, it is relatively backward, and there are small towns with big mountains everywhere.

   "Master, just come here."

   "Good! Wait, boy, I always felt like that, that star..."

   "Which one?"

   "It's that, that...it seems to be a singer. My niece likes it."

   "Hahaha, it looks like I'm a star!"

   "Yeah, do you want to go to those parody shows like "Sunshine Avenue"?"

   "I have a chance to try it out, maybe I can become famous overnight, haha."

   "Haha, yes, yes!"

  The driver is a middle-aged man in his 40s who looks very chatty and cheerful.

   He looked at Zhou Yang left and right through the rearview mirror, only to think that Zhou Yang was very familiar, but after looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't remember who Zhou Yang was.

   I think Zhou Yang looks like a star, but no star dresses like this shit...

When I left, I chatted with Zhou Yang with a smile. After meeting the driver, Zhou Yang's gloomy mood softened a bit, but after walking into the alleys, Zhou Yang felt in his heart. The emotion inexplicably tightened again.

Although the years have changed, the big sisters at the end of the alley are still very enthusiastic. They smoked cigarettes, showed warm smiles, greeted all the guests passing by, and generously invited everyone to sit and chat about their parents. The old man who sold the biscuits was still kneading the biscuits earnestly. Maybe he sold some popularity, and there were a lot of people around...

  After buying some firecrackers at the candle shop, he bought some cooked food, fruit and wine, and took these things up the mountain.

  The small county is not as busy as the big city. The air in the mountains is very fresh. The only thing that is not good is that it has just rained and the road is full of mud.

   He glanced at the hilltop in the distance, Zhou Yang remembered that it was the same weather on the day he was buried with his father's ashes.

   After he came to the top of the mountain, he silently looked at the tomb that was overgrown with weeds, and his heart was unhappy.

   After getting sick, the house was sold, and relatives avoided seeing him. If he didn't come, I don't know how many years later, this place will be completely turned into a barren tomb.

   In addition to a little sigh, Zhou Yang also sighed in his heart.

  After pulling the grass, Zhou Yang silently placed the tableware and chopsticks, looking at the tomb bag without a tombstone.

   "Last year was too busy."

   "Come here to see you this year..."

   "If there are no accidents in the future, I will come every year to chat with you..."

   "I will buy the ancestral home, don't worry."

   "On the way, I met many good people and experienced many wonderful stories..."

  “…”

   Zhou Yang said a lot as he talked, and finally he couldn't control himself.

  The memory is like a spring, but the flowers are still vivid in my eyes.

   Zhou Yang is not grateful for that period of suffering, the only thing he is grateful for is probably himself who insisted on not giving up during the suffering days.

   Two hours passed before Zhou Yang realized that he had been talking to himself for a long time, and he stood up silently.

  ……………………

  Los Angeles.

   The School of Special Education remains calm.

   Zhou Yang got out of the car wearing a mask and hat. When he took out his pass, the security guard gave him a quick look and let him go.

   After passing through a long and narrow corridor, Zhou Yang nodded with satisfaction after looking at the brand-new teaching building.

   It seems that, as written in the letter, all the money I donated was used to build the new school building.

Zhou Yang came to the aisle next to the classroom and stopped. He watched the children studying seriously. The stumbling sound of reading was very loud, while the children who couldn't speak were doing various things under the guidance of the teacher. Sign language, after watching for a while, he came to the principal's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

"Hello, you are……"

   "Principal Jin, it's me, Zhou Yang."

   "Mr. Zhou, why did you come here in person?"

   After seeing Zhou Yang taking off his mask and hat, the principal Kim Jongguo widened his eyes and stood up from his chair instantly.

   In those days when "Invisible Wings" and "The Girl Who Waving Wings" went viral, Zhou Yang donated a lot of money, one of which was donated to this school.

  Although they are anonymous to the public, Principal Jin knows it. The two have been in contact with each other in the form of a Q dog for more than a year. Some letters from the children were also sent by Principal Jin on behalf of them.

"Tomb-sweeping on the Qingming Festival, stop by and have a look..." Zhou Yang laughed: "By the way, Principal Jin, can you let those children who like to sing come over, let me see? Just in time to prepare a new movie, I want to Get a title song and see if the children's voices are suitable..."

   "Ah, no problem!" Principal Jin nodded quickly after hearing this: "Which children are they?"

   "Xu Zhenghao, Zhang Liangliang, Niu Li who like to sing..."

   "Mr. Zhou, are you reading all those letters?" Jin Zhengguo was a little surprised when he saw Zhou Yang prepared to announce the names.

   "Well, I'm watching." Zhou Yang nodded.

"Okay! You can rest here for a while, I'll call, I'll pour you a glass of water, by the way, Mr. Zhou, this is the details of the use of the three million yuan you donated to us. Some of our room and board conditions and extracurricular reading have been expanded..." When Kim Jong-guk was about to stand up, as if thinking of something, he immediately took out a stack of bills from the locked drawer and put them on the table.

   "Well, let's see. By the way, Principal Jin, why don't you wait for the children to get out of class? Try not to disturb them during class..." Zhou Yang nodded and looked at the bill silently.

   "It's okay, this point is about to end get out of class!"

  Kim Jong-kook left the office, just when he left, he heard the vibrating sound of his mobile phone, he answered the phone subconsciously...

   "Hey, Principal Jin! We, Han Chong, will be here soon. You bring the children out to greet us. We brought a lot of gifts, and a lot of media have followed. We plan to donate 100,000 yuan to the school..."

   "Sorry, can we change another day? Today is not very convenient..."

"Principal Jin, what are you talking about? Our media has brought it, how can we change another day? Our Han Chong is very busy, it is very rare to come here today, and this time it is live broadcast, there are millions of Han Chong's on the Internet. Fans are watching, how can fans be disappointed..."

   "You didn't notify us in advance when you came, this..."

   "Isn't it an announcement now? Well, we will come in 30 minutes, you ask the students to come out to greet you... This will make your school famous, what a good thing..."

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   (end of this chapter)