I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 50 Breaking Box Office Records and Reactions from All Sides
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, when the old and the new are handed over.

"How much box office?!"

Jiang Wen shouted into the phone in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Okay, okay, I must invite guests to a celebration banquet, and I must come over then!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Wen leaned on the bed with an unconcealable smile on his face.

"Xiao Qin's movie box office is very high?"

Zhou Yun hadn't slept yet, and he knew there was good news when he saw Jiang Wen's expression.

Jiang Wen didn't speak, just touched the cigarette on the bedside table and lit one for himself.

"It's too tall, this kid has played a big game."

Smoke spewed out from the mouth, rising slightly, covering the face.

"How much?" Zhou Yun asked.

"Guess what?" Jiang Wen pretended.

Zhou Yun stared at him expressionlessly, staring at Jiang Wen in a panic.

"Fine, I said."

Jiang Wen stretched out two fingers while speaking, "It's 2000, two million!"

"(⊙o⊙) Wow!"

Zhou Yun couldn't help but exclaimed.

Then she seemed to think of something, and said excitedly:

"Did Xiao Qin break the record? The highest single-day box office record for a Chinese film?"

Jiang Wen took a deep breath,
"Almost, last year Chen Kaige's "The Promise" sold more than 100 million in a single day, which should be a record. This kid has a little more than him."

The more Jiang Wen said, the more uncomfortable he felt.

His movies have never grossed so much.

This son went ahead of Lao Tzu.

Although strictly speaking Jiang Wen can be regarded as a director of art films - less box office, more awards.

But the box office is also a kind of film achievement, isn't it?
Delighted, melancholy, happy, depressed...

With all kinds of emotions intertwined in his heart, Jiang Wenyou took out a cigarette and prepared to light it.

As his wife, Zhou Yun saw Jiang Wen's inner world at a glance, and said with a smile:

"Some people have made movies for half their lives, so the box office may not be as much as Xiaoqin's first movie, right?"

Jiang Wen felt uncomfortable, and immediately became anxious when he heard this:

"Not the same! Not the same!"

"What's different?"

"It's just different! Made, I'm going to sleep in the study!"

……

Jiang Wen is not the only one who has been waiting for the box office without sleeping.

To be precise, almost all the main actors in the crew of "The Gift of Room No. [-]" were awake, except for Sun Bijuan and director Qin Muchu.

Sun Bijuan was still young and couldn't stay up all night.

Qin Muchu said that no one is a baby anymore.

"Uncle Jiang, really?!"

Yang Mi, who just got home from the film promotional event, couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"Xiaomi, what are you doing? Why are you barking after coming back so late?"

Yang's father and Yang's mother came out of the room.

Yang Mi didn't show any intention of restraining herself, she jumped onto Father Yang and hugged Mother Yang beside her.

"Come down, you're dead, you're a big girl and you don't feel ashamed!" Father Yang patted Yang Mi's head.

"Dad, Mom, do you know how much my movie grossed today?"

Yang Mi jumped off Father Yang's body with an unconcealable excitement on her face.

If she would act like a baby with Father Yang on weekdays, she would not stop until Father Yang changed his words and said that she was not serious at all, but today she didn't care about these small details.

Before Father Yang and Mother Yang asked, Yang Mi couldn't wait to say it:

"Two million in 2000! Parents, the movie is on fire!"

Yang Mi was so happy that she wanted to punch a set.

"2000 two million?"

Yang's father and Yang's mother looked at each other.

Their family is an ordinary family, Yang's father is a policeman, and Yang's mother is a housewife.

They have no concept of tens of millions of dollars, they only know a lot.

"Sold so much money in one day?"

Mother Yang said in surprise.

"Yes, Mom, that much was sold in one day! According to normal circumstances, the box office of this movie is at least over [-] million! Mom, your daughter is about to become the heroine of a movie with a box office of over [-] million!"

Yang Mi hugged her mother and jumped up and down.

"Give it up! Damn girl!"

Mother Yang pushed her daughter's paw away in disgust, and slapped her butt hard.

"Aww! Mom, you're smoking the ass of a movie heroine with a box office of over [-] million!" Yang Mi cried out, clutching her butt.

"No matter how big the box office is, you are still my daughter. If you are my daughter, I can smoke you. I can smoke you if you want!"

Mother Yang slapped Yang Mi a few times as she spoke.

"Wash up and go to bed early, don't go crazy at night, or the neighbors will knock on the door!"

After finishing speaking, Mother Yang dragged Father Yang, who was already yawning, back to the room.

The indifferent look of Yang's father and Yang's mother made Yang Mi, who was full of joy, feel proud that she had not been shared, and said unwillingly:
"Mom and Dad, hundreds of millions of dollars at the box office!"

"Boom!"

The only response to her was the cold sound of the door closing.

"oops!"

Yang Mi stomped her feet angrily, not to mention feeling depressed.

This feeling is like winning a Nobel Prize, but others don't know what a Nobel Prize is.

No, I must find someone to brag about, no, to share the joy of success.

Yang Mi bit her lip.

The first person that comes to mind is Qin Muchu.

She took out her mobile phone to make a call, and a few seconds later, she gritted her teeth angrily when she heard "The number you dialed has been turned off" on the phone.

No, I'm going to suffocate if I don't talk to someone!
Yang Mi flipped through the address book.

It's up to you——Liu Xiqian!

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

"Ah, I'm dying!"

Yang Mi dropped the phone and pounded on the sofa.

"Yang Mi, if you don't sleep, tomorrow's news will be that the heroine of a movie with a box office of over [-] million was beaten to death at home by her own mother!"

Mother Yang's voice came from the room.

Yang Mi shrank her neck in fright, dared not speak, and walked carefully to the bathroom to wash up.

"Congratulations, heroine of hundreds of millions of movie box office, you are so beautiful, you are the future Gong Li!"

"Same joy, same joy, you look beautiful too!"

Suddenly there was a conversation in the bathroom.

Yang Mi looked in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

……

At the same time, the executives of major domestic entertainment companies have received the news that the box office of "The Gift of Room No. 2200" has reached [-] million.

"Brother, do you think that a good movie can be inherited?"

Wang Zhonglei hung up the phone with shock and confusion on his face.

"Fart inheritance, that is, inheritance, how does a son inherit it?"

Wang Zhongjun also had a complicated expression on his face.

To be honest, the people in the circle thought that Jiang Wen had suddenly taken in a godson, treated him wholeheartedly, and even used money to accompany him to make nonsense movies, mostly with the mentality of watching a joke.

Yes, the premiere was well received.

But so what, making movies is almost a dead end these days.

It is common sense that a good movie may not sell money.

Is Jiang Wen's film good enough? He has won awards at home and abroad, but so what?

Just looking at the box office is not to make a film and pay for a film.

Especially for healing movies like "The Gift of Room No. [-]", Wang Zhongjun couldn't imagine why he could sell such a high box office.

Who buys tickets to go to the cinema these days not to laugh, but to spend money to cry?
What movies are making money now?
Big productions, well-known actors, and exciting plots can attract audiences into the cinema.

What's in "The Gift of Room Seven"?
Only Chen Daomin is famous, but he is a supporting role!
"Brother, what should we do next?" Wang Zhonglei looked at the silent Wang Zhongjun and asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Here's a dark horse, should we contact the theater to suppress his film schedule?"

Wang Zhongjun looked at the younger brother carefully, as if seeing him for the first time.

"Are you out of your mind? Don't say that the theaters are not stupid, and they are fooling around with you without making money; if the theaters are stupid and willing to do this, do you have an enemy with Jiang Wen or want to have an enemy with him?"

"Brother, no. There is such a kid all of a sudden, am I worried about affecting Feng Datie?" Wang Zhonglei explained.

"Is "The Banquet" finalized?" Wang Zhongjun asked.

He seldom took care of the company's affairs, and basically handed them over to his younger brother Wang Zhonglei.

"It's basically settled. In September, I heard that Lao Mouzi's "Golden Armor" will be released in December, so let's avoid it." Wang Zhonglei said.

Wang Zhongjun nodded after hearing this, and cursed again in a blink of an eye:

"The Big Iron movie will only be released in September. What are you afraid of affecting it? Will it affect it after a few months? Are you out of your mind?"

"No, brother, think about it. In the past, when it comes to selling movies, Feng Datie of our company is second to none. Chen Kaige and Lao Mouzi only release one movie every year, which is completely incomparable with Feng Datie's one movie a year.

But now there is this kid, the box office of the movie is a big hit, and there will be another director who can sell money in the future, will it not affect Feng Datie? "

Wang Zhonglei is right, the Chinese film market is so big right now, it is impossible to support several blockbuster films.

In 2005 last year, China's annual box office was only more than 20 billion yuan.

In other words, the cake is only that big, if there is one more person who eats the cake, others will eat less.

What's more, the person who has a lot of them is especially edible, and he will bite off a large piece in one bite.

Wang Zhongjun understood what his younger brother meant, thought for a while, then shook his head and said:
"No, don't do stupid things, not to mention that this kid might just be lucky, and it just so happens that this movie got lucky.

Even if he really has that strength, how do you know that he can make one a year like a big iron?
Moreover, it is not necessarily that he cannot help us make money. "

"Brother, do you want to sign him? He is Jiang Wengan's son, so he won't agree to come to our place." Wang Zhonglei said.

"What happened to Jiang Wen's son? We have less cooperation with Jiang Wen? Besides, if we don't sign with our company, we can't invest in his movies?

The cost of his movie is only a few million at most. In three days, the box office is almost 5000 million, and the total box office is at least over [-] million without accidents!
How many times the profit is this, how much money does Jiang Wen make? "

Wang Zhongjun squeezed his fist, it was faster than robbing a bank to get money.

Wang Zhonglei also understood the account.

"Brother, I know, I won't embarrass this kid."

If you can't get along with anyone, you won't get along with money.

When Wang Zhonglei thought of the terrifying profit, his heart became hot.

"idiot!"

Wang Zhongjun slapped the table suddenly.

Wang Zhonglei didn't understand why his brother was fine just now, and then became so angry in the blink of an eye.

"What's the matter, bro?"

"It's over if you don't embarrass it? Call immediately and ask the company's public relations department to contact the media to post a message to hype this movie. The hotter the better!"

"Ah?" Wang Zhonglei was stunned.

I wonder if my brother is stupid.

They didn't invest money in this movie, so why did they help promote it.

Wang Zhongjun looked at his brother who was not enlightened, and was really disappointed in his heart.

He sat on the sofa and leaned back, rubbed his temples, and said weakly:

"If you want others to help you make money in the future, you can't sell it well first? After the box office of this movie comes out, do you think he still needs investment in making movies? Why should they take you to play?"

"You don't want to play with us? We are the leader in the mainland... oops!"

Wang Zhonglei was still talking when he suddenly felt something hit his forehead.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Wang Zhongjun put down the pen holder in his hand.

"Brother, you..."

"Get out!"

Wang Zhongjun closed his eyes and pointed to the door.

"Brother, I..."

"roll!"

"Oh, well..."

Wang Zhonglei hurried out.

Walking to the door, I heard Wang Zhongjun's voice again:

"Take care of me in the past few months, use your brain to learn how to manage the company, if I hear that you are not clear about which female star, you go home and don't meddle in the company's affairs anymore !"

Wang Zhonglei shook his body,
"Got it, brother."

When you go out, be careful to close the door.

Regardless of the fact that he is usually in charge of the company, it can be said that he has covered the sky with one hand.

Wang Zhongjun's sense of existence is very low, but for really big decisions, he has to ask his brother's opinion in advance, and only dare to implement it with his brother's consent.

In business affairs, he is Mr. Wang; in private affairs, he is also Xiao Wang.

In the room, Wang Zhongjun raised his head tiredly, looking at the ceiling and gasping for breath.

The two brothers founded Huayi together in the early years, and slowly developed from a small company to the current industry leader.

The younger brother likes to be in power, so he retreats behind the scenes to help his younger brother.

But now this younger brother has completely lost the shrewdness and modesty he had when he first started his business.

Maybe it's because Hua Yi has grown up, his younger brother's heart has grown up, and his personality has become more arrogant.

If you can't see the situation clearly, you will suffer a big loss sooner or later.

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The call was quickly connected.

"Hey, Brother Jiang, it's me, I knew you must be awake, isn't this congratulations on your coming...

Look at what you said, isn't your godson my nephew?should be should...

Sigh, okay, I will definitely attend the celebration banquet, and I will give our nephew a big gift when the time comes.

Hey, okay, okay, then we will make a deal, okay, you go to bed early..."

(It is recommended to start with pk today, brothers, please follow up, if you raise a book, you will directly raise it to death!)

(End of this chapter)