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Chapter 637 The tragic life of Wang Dawen
Wang Dawen, the producer of "Goodbye, Boy", got off the plane at Noi Bai International Airport in Hanoi.

This is his first time in Hanoi, or even in Vietnam.

After getting off the plane and going through the security check, Wang Dawen was on the phone all the time. He contacted a local colleague in Vietnam. This colleague could not continue to develop in China some time ago. When he came to Vietnam to develop, he set up a small company by himself. With a little fame.

In his words, the film market in Vietnam is similar to that in China 30 or 1100 years ago. So far, the highest-grossing film is only more than [-] billion VND.

Although this number is very large, it is only more than 3000 million when converted into RMB.

In China, in 95, when the concept of "movie market" just came into existence, the highest box office has already exceeded [-] million.

Back then, Schwarzenegger's masterpiece "True Lies" raked in 1.03 million at the box office; the Hong Kong movie "Red Fan District" starring Jackie Chan ranked second with 9500 million.

Twenty-five years later, the highest domestic box office has exceeded 25 billion, and the entire film market is not known to be how many times larger than Vietnam's market.

In this world, there is a market for investment, investment for industry, and industry for talents.

Therefore, there is a shortage of film talents in Vietnam, and even those who are of a certain level are not afraid of not being able to find a job.

During this period of cold winter in the domestic film and television industry, there are a group of people who really have no work to do and come to Vietnam to settle down.

"There are few people in the temple, the competition for work here is not so fierce, and they don't have high requirements. They are trendy and have poor skills. They are not afraid of failing. I have many little brothers who are coming to join me. You are a big producer. People, how come you have taken a fancy to the Vietnamese fart market?"

"Why, no? Mosquito legs are also meat." Wang Dawen said, "I heard you did well in Vietnam..."

"It's okay, but it's boring." The colleague complained to Wang Dawen, "You don't know how bad the local Vietnamese movies are, and I help them with post-production every day. I can't wait to help them re-shoot..."

Wang Dawen can't help but laugh, the domestic film market is already bad enough, 80.00% of the domestic films released in a year are rubbish cheating money movies, can Vietnam be even worse?
As is the case with every market though, most of it is rubbish and only a small fraction stand out.

I think he didn't make that kind of rubbish movies back then...

Now with "Goodbye, Boy", it finally turned around.

However, he has a little more confidence in the release of "Goodbye, Boy" in Vietnam.

"I don't ask too much this time, just break Vietnam's box office record so-so."

Watch our "Goodbye, Boy" take the Vietnamese market by storm!
Wang Dawen walked to the security check while talking on the phone.

"I have passed customs, and I hang up."

Wang Dawen handed over the passport, and heard the customs officer say in vague Chinese: "10 yuan."

Wang Dawen thought it was an ordinary fee, but just as he was about to pay, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wait, why didn't the blond tourist from before pay?
If you look closely at the others, it doesn't look like anyone handed in.

He immediately understood, damn it, this is someone asking for a bribe!

Damn, customs officers, public officials, even asking for bribes, scum!

Getting used to living in China, Wang Dawen really did not expect that Vietnamese public officials would be so arrogant.

Seeing that Wang Dawen didn't move, the customs officers were upset:
"Hurry up, ten yuan!"

The customs officer patted the table and stared at Wang Dawen.

"Why?" Wang Dawen asked.

The customs officer muttered something.

"What did you say?" Wang Dawen stared.

I don't understand, but don't think I don't know you're scolding me!

The customs officer pointed to the side and shouted, and after a while someone came over: "I'm sorry sir, please come with us, we want to check your luggage!"

Damn, seeing that I don't want to cooperate with the extortion of bribes, is it going to waste my time and disgust me?

After dawdling for more than half an hour, after checking his luggage, Wang Dawen walked out of the airport, only to find that his passport had been torn.

"Mom, these Vietnamese monkeys!" Wang Dawen was about to die of anger.

He took out his phone, took a picture of his passport, and started tweeting.

"At Vietnam customs, I was asked for a bribe. I refused and was inspected for half an hour. My passport was torn up. Damn, I have to change my passport..."

Now Wang Dawen already has a lot of fans, and he is no longer the little transparent one before.

He had just finished editing Weibo and was about to send it, but suddenly his eyes flashed and his hands loosened.

A motorcycle flew away and disappeared into the tide of motorcycles ahead.

Wang Dawen was stunned.

what's the situation?
I was robbed?
This is Hanoi!
The capital of Vietnam!
Just got out of the airport!
My mobile phone was stolen just like that!
This speeding party is too arrogant!

What a rotten country!

"Damn it!" I was furious!

Wang Dawen went to the airport to call the police, but the police at the airport ignored him and made him angry.

Fortunately, Wang Dawen first sent his assistant to Vietnam to make a call. He managed to borrow a phone and called the assistant. When the assistant came to pick it up, it was already two hours later.

But Wang Dawen didn't expect that this was not his worst luck.

I found an old buddy who made a living in Vietnam, and the old buddy helped him introduce one of the largest distributors in Vietnam.

When they arrived at the place where the two parties agreed to meet, Wang Dawen frowned at the first sentence the other party said.

The agent who came forward speaks fluent Chinese.

"We bought out your distribution rights in Vietnam, and the proceeds thereafter have nothing to do with you."

"That's not what we said before."

"Our company releases overseas films. This is the charter. If you don't want to, then there's nothing you can do." The other party spread his hands, "Except for us, no one else will be able to distribute your films."

Wang Dawen wanted to get mad, but he thought he was in an unfamiliar place, so he had to bear with it.

"Then how much do you offer?"

"10 billion."

"How much?" Wang Dawen felt that he heard it wrong, 10 billion?This buyout price is too high... Wait...

"A billion what?"

"Vietnamese Dong."

Your mother sells batches!

Want to buy out my Vietnamese copyright of "Goodbye, Boy" for 30 RMB?
Where did you send the beggar?Do you know how much I am worth and how much I pay every minute?
"If you don't want to, we won't force you, but besides us, if you can find someone to distribute it for you, then that's considered great... Don't forget, this is Vietnam."

The other party put down a word and left.

The angry Wang Dawen was left behind, almost full of anger.

"This kind of poor country is full of troublesome people! It deserves not to develop!"

"Oh..." The old man who brought him sighed, "I didn't expect this to happen... I'll find another publisher... But I'm afraid..."

(End of this chapter)