Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 301 311 [I am an actor]

The next day, at noon,
Hong Kong, Phantom World General Manager Office——
Song Zhichao was flipping through the box office share report of "God of Cookery" in his hand. Judging from the current situation, the total box office of this movie will definitely exceed 4000 million. The theaters will take 600% of the share, and the Phantom will get 800%. The total is 400 million. Excluding the actor's remuneration and promotional expenses of this drama, there are about 800 million left. Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun are 1000/[-], and no one can share at least [-] million. Of course, these profits do not include the box office in Southeast Asia, nor do they include The copyright sale of the video tape, if calculated, each person can get at least [-] million to [-] million.

One movie can earn so much money, no wonder the wealthy people in Hong Kong like to make movies, it really is a lucrative industry.

Just as Song Zhichao was analyzing the box office report carefully, someone knocked on the door. Song Zhichao said please come in, and saw Huang Zihua, the first Hong Kong artist who signed a contract with Phantom, walk in. Seeing Song Zhichao, Huang Zihua said bitterly: "Mr. Song, I It’s a human, not a cow! You have arranged stand-up comedy performances for me on Christmas, New Year’s Day, and Spring Festival, it’s hard to be human!”

Song Zhichao smiled, looked at Huang Zihua with a bitter face, put down the report in his hand, and said, "Why is it difficult for you? Isn't stand-up comedy your favorite? You have something to say. When you are happy, you like to talk about stand-up comedy. When you are unhappy I prefer to talk about stand-up comedy. Now I let you have a happy Christmas, New Year's Day, and Spring Festival, what's your dissatisfaction?"

Huang Zihua sat down in front of Song Zhichao. Song Zhichao pressed the landline and asked the female secretary Amei to bring two cups of coffee.

The female secretary, Ami, acted very quickly. In less than a minute, two cups of fragrant coffee were served.

When Ah Mei put down the coffee, she first greeted Song Zhichao, then smiled at Huang Zihua who was sitting, and said in a low voice, "Zihua, I am your fan, I really like your stand-up comedy!"

Huang Zihua nodded hurriedly: "Thank you!"

Ah Mei whispered again: "My grandma likes you too, the story you told about the history of blood and tears in the entertainment industry is so funny!"

"Is there anything else besides being funny?" Huang Zihua asked suddenly.

Amei held the tray: "...???"

"The purpose of my stand-up comedy is not to make people laugh. I am meaningful. I graduated from the Department of Philosophy. Do you understand philosophy? I think so I am. There are five demands for human existence in the world. Zhongyou is the greatest enemy of life. It's me..."

Amei: "Ahem, I'm sorry, I have to be on duty." She ran away in a hurry.

"Don't go, I'll talk about philosophy with you." Huang Zihua shouted from behind.

"Just let her go, Amei only knows how to make coffee, watch comedy movies, but not philosophy." Song Zhichao said with a smile as he picked up the coffee.

Huang Zihua sighed, "People in this era are too impetuous."

"That's why I let you talk about stand-up comedy for your own good. If you are happy, everyone will be happy too."

"President Song, I know you're good for me, but besides telling stand-up comedies, I also want to act in movies! You know, I'm an actor at heart!"

As Huang Zihua spoke, he took out a script and said to Song Zhichao, "No, this is a script I prepared after careful consideration recently according to your wishes. I think it's very good. You can read it first!"

Song Zhichao smiled, took the script that Huang Zihua handed over, and flipped through it --- "Agent of the Standing Man"!
Only then did Song Zhichao realize that when he recruited Huang Zihua, he promised that the other party would help him make movies and TV series, such as "Agents of Dongdu" and "Detective of Dongdu" as alternatives. The general content of these plays was told to Huang Zihua, and Huang Zihua was allowed to play freely, but he didn't expect Huang Zihua to write the script so quickly, it seemed that he really wanted to make a movie.

But Song Zhichao knows that Huang Zihua is not popular now. In Hong Kong, a society where people eat by face, Huang Zihua's face is really not handsome enough, and it is only useful for him to open his mouth. That's why Song Zhichao uses his strengths to avoid weaknesses and arranges so many laughs for Huang Zihua Performing, let him help the company make money, and at the same time accumulate some popularity; unfortunately, Huang Zihua is eager to film and always wants to show his face on the big screen, which makes Song Zhichao very embarrassed.

At this moment, looking at Huang Zihua's hopeful face, Song Zhichao could only pretend to read his script "Agent Dongdu" very carefully in order not to dampen his enthusiasm.

The general plot of the script is similar to the one Song Zhichao knew in his previous life. It is also a story of an outdated and unlucky agent salted fish turning around. In Song Zhichao’s opinion, there is nothing new, but it still has a certain appeal to Hong Kong people today. Otherwise, the previous life of this drama would not have been a big hit.

Song Zhichao watched "carefully", while Huang Zihua stood aside in fear, until Song Zhichao closed the script, and then hurriedly asked: "How is it, Mr. Song, is my script okay?"

"Hmm—" Song Zhichao propped his arms on the table, his hands forming towers, and said after a moment of pondering, "The script is pretty good."

Huang Zihua was delighted, "Does that mean there is something to do?"

"Indeed, it's very interesting." Song Zhichao nodded.

"Yes!" Huang Zihua punched hard, got up and turned around, then turned to look at Song Zhichao, and said excitedly: "Then when will the filming start? I'm ready and ready to call anytime!"

"Well, your spirit is commendable, praise!" Song Zhichao boasted.

"Please, boss, don't talk about those nonsense, when will you turn it on?"

"Well, after you finish three stand-up comedies, turn the phone on again!"

Huang Zihua: "..."

"Don't look at me with such deceiving eyes, I'm under a lot of pressure." Song Zhichao said, "I'm a good person, not a liar; Zhong You, don't you want to play a secret agent? Then your body is well trained No? The show is about showing off your muscles! Have you exercised your skills yet? There are martial arts scenes in the play!"

Huang Zihua: "I..."

"Look, look, you're not ready yet! Then how can I start working? We take filming very seriously, we're not playing games for children. Being an actor is not that simple, and it's not easy to be successful. Anyone A film needs to be fully prepared before filming begins!"

Faced with Song Zhichao's routine rhetoric, Huang Zihua was speechless. Although he knew that Song Zhichao was deliberately delaying time, he was speechless.No way, who made Song Zhichao's words reasonable.From Huang Zihua's point of view, Boss Song should really go on stage with him to talk about stand-up comedy, and his words were sharper than his own.

Being robbed by Song Zhichao, Huang Zihua held back for a long time before choking out a repeated sentence: "Boss, I'm an actor, I need a big screen, I can't always give stand-up comedy on stage!"

Seeing that he still didn't give up, Song Zhichao was about to speak a few more words of persuasion when the internal phone on the desk rang.

Song Zhichao answered the phone, then his expression suddenly became very strange, then he hung up the phone and said to Huang Zihua, "You said you are an actor, right?"

Huang Zihua nodded.

Song Zhichao said, "Then, here comes the real actor!"

(End of this chapter)