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At five o'clock the next morning, Zhang Yang flew from Los Angeles to New York.

On the plane, the assistant reported to Zhang Yang at this time: ""Extreme Career" has been released, with a box office of 19.6 billion."

Zhang Yang nodded, the box office was almost as expected.

Zhang Yang suddenly asked curiously: "Aren't those companies planning to hold a celebration banquet?"

This time, their five companies can get a total of about 3.5 million from the box office split, plus the copyrights and advertising sold. Each family harvested more than 8000 million.

According to people who have worked with Zhang Yang in the past, they should have made a fuss about holding a celebration party long ago, and they would also be competing with Zhang Yang to give red envelopes to the actors.

The assistant shook his head and said no.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but think of the issue of eating alone that they mentioned before, and they had a problem with him.

But since their five companies didn't mention it, and Zhang Yang didn't mention it either, each of them wants more, so who is afraid of whom?

"Pay attention to the news of these five companies." Zhang Yang explained to his assistant.

The assistant nodded, and he immediately sent a message to Secretary Zhou to ask him to do the work. He thought being an assistant was that simple.

Zhang Yang returned to New York and continued filming.

Time flies and we come to the fifteenth day in China.

Beijing, Ocean Studio, around 12 noon.

Secretary Zhou was busy following the boss' instructions from his assistant and paying attention to the news of five film companies.

Suddenly an employee said to Secretary Zhou: "Team leader, there is a special situation."

"What's the matter? Tell me slowly." Secretary Zhou explained calmly.

“At the just-opened directors’ symposium across the Taiwan Strait and three places, hundreds of directors from Mainland China, Xiangjiang, and Wanwan called for:

Pay attention to the cultural connotation of Chinese-language films, promote the establishment of a film rating system, strengthen industry self-discipline, and increase the dissemination of art films and classic films.

Support young directors, tolerate innovation in film forms, and value the unity of Chinese-speaking filmmakers..." the employee said to Secretary Zhou unhurriedly.

Secretary Zhou is now well-informed. After hearing this, he smiled disdainfully and said:

"Having said all that, we still need to work on film classification. Without classification at present, my boss has reached the top of the film industry."

Then he suddenly thought of something. The boss's wife was going to attend a scarf night today.

With the current reputation of the landlady, she took a special passage to hide from the media when she entered.

You may not be able to escape when you come out. If you are blocked, you may be asked questions in this regard.

And given the proprietress's temperament when interviewing people with typhoid syndrome, it would be fine if she didn't say it, but it might be shocking if she did.

He looked at the time. It was twelve o'clock at noon. It was twelve o'clock at night in the United States! Is it really okay to bother the boss?

Suddenly he thought of a person. Isn't this the perfect scapegoat?

Secretary Zhou smiled evilly, picked up his phone, called up a number that he usually ignored, and called it.

In the United States, the crew of "Joker" stayed at the hotel.

At twelve o'clock at night, everyone has fallen asleep.

In the suite where Zhang Yang lived, the phone suddenly rang in the bedroom where his assistant was.

The assistant suddenly picked up the phone, fearing it was Zhang Yang's call.

It turns out it belongs to Secretary Zhou, how angry he is! Is this intentional to prevent him from sleeping?

Thinking about it again, what happened to those five companies?

The assistant answered the phone and immediately asked: "Secretary Zhou, what happened to those five companies?"

"What are those five companies, oh, those five companies that your boss cooperates with? There's nothing wrong!" Secretary Zhou's voice, which sounded like he was being beaten, came from the mobile phone.

The assistant really wants to beat him to death right now. Why don't you come and disturb my sleep?

"Then if you have anything to say, tell me quickly, otherwise I won't have a good rest tonight, and I'll make a mistake while doing something for my boss tomorrow, and I still don't know what to do." The assistant said calmly.

After hearing this, Secretary Zhou thought to himself, this guy is still giving him a good tone now.

Don't talk to him too much, just tell him the matter directly.

After speaking, he asked his assistant: "Did you hear it clearly?"

The assistant was annoyed at this moment, so he said "hmm".

"Then it's up to you to inform the boss that I'm hanging up." Secretary Zhou hung up the phone after saying that, without giving the assistant time to respond.

After listening to Secretary Zhou's words, the assistant still didn't know why. He did this on purpose.

Secretary Zhou didn't dare to disturb the boss in the middle of the night, so he threw the blame on him. Is he feeling the blame?

The assistant couldn't help but grit his teeth thinking about this, but there was no other way. He had to tell his boss,

And tell it now. The assistant picked up the phone and dialed Zhang Yang's number.

Zhang Yang was suddenly woken up by a ringing sound in his sleep. He moved his hands around and found the source of the sound, the cell phone placed on the bedside table.

When Zhang Yang saw that it was his assistant, he answered the call and asked sleepily: "What's the matter? I need to call now."

The assistant heard Zhang Yang's tone and didn't know what his attitude was, but he continued to tell the story.

"It's none of their business, they're a bunch of people who just take carrots and don't worry about anything." Zhang Yang couldn't help but said.

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Yang hung up the phone after saying that.

He stood up and half sat on the bed, leaning his back against the bedside and began to think.

This group of people put it nicely, but they are just doing what they need and working together.

Mainland directors want to promote the film classification system, and the group of literary and artistic directors in Xiangjiang and Wanwan also have this idea, and they may have other selfish motives.

But they know how to establish a film rating system in Hong Kong, a city with millions of people, or tens of millions of people.

Is establishing a grading system the same concept as in mainland China with a population of more than one billion?

How much does it cost to actually establish it, and how much does it cost to actually implement it after it is established.

The most terrifying part is that the grading system has been established but has not been implemented. This is not to cause a group of demons to dance wildly!

Of course, Zhang Yang does not need to worry about this matter, because no one will take care of them at the moment.

Then if Liu Yifei is blocked, just don't speak.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang didn't even want to call Liu Yifei, so what if she just said a few words casually. No one can say anything anymore.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

The assistant opened the door, walked quickly into the room, walked to Zhang Yang's bed and stood beside the bed and reported: "Boss, I checked and found that this meeting is a bit troublesome."

"What's the trouble?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"There are directors Xie Fei and Guo Fan in the meeting."

Zhang Yang felt his head spin after hearing this. His first film "Beautiful Mind" was recommended to Cannes by director Xie Fei. As for Guo Fan, he directed a script written by Zhang Yang and produced a script written by him.

The two people made noises inside, and Zhang Yang could only call Liu Yifei to ask her to pay attention.

But when Zhang Yang took the phone in his hand, the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became.

Put down the phone and ask the assistant: "What did they say in there!"

“Director Xie proposed to continue to expand the cultural and arts theater chain led by film festivals, and strive to create and support university cultural and arts theater chains.

Unite all parties to jointly maintain the art theater chain mechanism. "The assistant looked at the information on the phone and said to Zhang Yang.

"Guo Fan said that film is an industrialized thing with many tools. During the operation of the film, various means must be used to make the film closer to the audience."

Zhang Yang heard that Guo Fan was thinking about the industrialization of movies at this kind of meeting. If he is not crazy, he will not survive.

But how could he only be upset by Zhang Yang? Isn’t your name Guo Fan? I want to bother you too.

Zhang Yang picked up the phone and called Guo Fan.

Beijing, Guo Fan's house.

Guo Fan, who had just finished the seminar, was chatting with Gong Geer.

This was an old acquaintance he had met at Nortel School of Management.

He also invited Gongger to star in his previous film "My Deskmate", playing the male N number.

"Look, I am now the director of "The Wandering Earth".

When I return from studying in the United States, I will definitely open the door to domestic science fiction. It was Director Zhang Yang who led me to go to the United States this time.

As long as our script is wonderful, are we worried about not getting investment? "Guo Fan said to Gong Geer full of temptation.

"Then why don't you just ask Director Zhang Yang to invest, and you still want us to advance money to write the script?" Gonggel said a little confused.

Guo Fan said without any panic: "I have to go to Director Zhang Yang for such a trivial matter. Favors don't work like that. I'm going to..."

"Look at the clanging iron hoofs trampling across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains,

I stood on the cusp of the storm, holding on to the sun and the moon. "

Guo Fan's cell phone rang.

He picked it up and looked at it, Director Zhang Yang.

He couldn't help but proudly said to Gong Geer: "Look! Director Zhang Yang's phone call, he still cares about me in the United States!"

"Director Zhang Yang, please call me..." Guo Fan was interrupted by Zhang Yang mid-sentence.

"I heard that you attended a seminar?" Zhang Yang's calm voice came over.

"Yes!" Guo Fan said calmly.

"Do you know what this seminar is about? Just go over and attend." Zhang Yang asked angrily.

"I don't care what he says, as long as it can promote the industrialization of domestic films and help advance my film "The Wandering Earth"." Guo Fan said very bachelorly.

Zhang Yang was choked by what Guo Fan said and said nothing for a while.

When Guo Fan saw that Zhang Yang didn't say anything, he was no longer a bachelor. He would ask Zhang Yang for something in the future!

He immediately explained to Zhang Yang: "Brother, I just wanted to beg for alms this time. I came back from studying in the United States and became the director of "The Wandering Earth".

But I am just a polished commander! How can this work? Brother, how about you give me some support? "Guo Fan said that he was already begging Zhang Yang for help in the end.

"You're just having this stupid meeting to cause trouble for me. I'm up late at night just to give you money?

Didn’t you see that these people are trying to classify movies? Some people may agree with this! …”

Zhang Yang lectured Guo Fan.

Guo Fan listened to the voice on the phone and thought,

Fortunately, he was not in front of Zhang Yang, otherwise he would have just washed his face without using any water.

After hearing this, Guo Fan said without any panic: "Brother, this movie..."

Zhang Yang just talked and felt much better, but now he was called dizzy by Guo Fan again and couldn't help but think to himself,

I didn't call here to listen to your ploys, so I said directly: "Stop talking about it now, that's all for today!" After Zhang Yang said that, he hung up the phone.

Guo Fan looked at the hung up phone and didn't know what to say. His skill hadn't been activated yet? Zhang Yang made this call, feeling like he was just trying to vent his emotions to him.

Gong Geer said from the side: "This is Director Zhang Yang who has a good relationship with you..."

"My senior brother may not be in a good mood. Why wouldn't he look for someone else but me?

It shows that we have a good relationship! "Guo Fan said very reasonably.

When Gonggel heard it, it seemed to make sense. Guo Fan stood aside and started to tell him about his great film career!

America, Zhang Yang’s bedroom.

Zhang Yang felt much better after talking to Guo Fan, even though he was bewitched by him again.

The assistant on the side looked at it and was secretly glad in his heart. Fortunately, the boss did not say these words to him.

After calming down, Zhang Yang suddenly knew what to do.

It’s still the old method, you say yours and I say mine. If you want movie classification, I want you to open up the market.

You must know that so far, the Wanwan market in Mainland China still has the quota of ten units every year. Zhang Yang thought about it and called Liu Yifei.

Beijing, Zhang Yang’s home.

After noon, Liu Yifei chose a suit in the closet at home.

She picked out a few favorites and asked the assistant on the side: "Which one looks better."

"Everything you wear will look good," the assistant said.

"I asked you to tell the truth."

"But you look good no matter what you wear!" the assistant said innocently.

Liu Yifei couldn't help but be amused by the assistant.

(End of this chapter)