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Chapter 240 Oscar

"Oh, tell me about it." Huang Ze said.

"I think the company's Stephen Chow has astrological signs on him."

"Yeah." Huang Ze glanced at Liu Zhenwei, and seeing that he was hesitant to speak, he continued to ask, "And then?"

"I have a new idea in my mind." Liu Zhenwei scratched the back of his head, "I want to make a movie with Stephen Chow as the protagonist, but this movie may be a little nonsensical."

"Mr. Huang, you know what nonsense means, right?"

"It means that a person's words and actions are rather inexplicable, but I think if I let him act, it might have a different effect."

"Well, is the story complete?" Huang Ze asked.

"I have a general idea, but I haven't written the specific script yet."

"Speak out and listen."

"This is how I planned it. This film is about a young man named Ah Xing who came from the north to Hong Kong Island to seek refuge with Uncle Tat. Ah Xing has the ability to see through playing cards..."

As he listened, Huang Ze felt filled with relief.

Isn’t this the story of “God of Gamblers”?

Oh my god, finally I don’t have to come up with stories myself.

But on second thought, it is normal. The "God of Gamblers" in the previous life was filmed by Liu Zhenwei who was next to him. It is reasonable for him to take out "God of Gamblers" after watching "God of Gamblers" and "Casino Tycoon".

After listening to the whole story, Huang Ze nodded and said, "Not bad, it's a very good story."

"But you don't have to be a director. Although Xinghai is not as busy as the cinema, it still needs people to take charge. Just be a producer and watch the film from time to time to make sure it doesn't go astray."

"If you want a director, let's find Wang Rixiang."

"Just as I said, let's try the nonsensical style in the new film." As long as the director's fee is paid, Wang Rixiang is a director with a flexible waist. He can shoot shit, piss and fart. What's the difficulty in shooting nonsensical? There is no psychological pressure.

Moreover, the God of Gamblers trilogy was directed by one director, so it would be easier to promote it.

"Okay!" Wang Rixiang and Xinghai have already collaborated on two films, and Liu Zhenwei gets along very well with him, so naturally he has no objections.

"By the way, what is the box office of God of Gamblers in Taiwan?"

When "God of Gamblers" is released, it will be time to sell its distribution rights to Taiwan.

The price cannot only take into account the box office in Hong Kong Island, but also the box office of "God of Gamblers". However, Huang Ze has been too busy in the past six months and has not really paid attention to how much box office it finally took.

"Boss Huang, it's over 100 million!"

Hearing Huang Ze's question, Liu Zhenwei couldn't contain his joy. "Taehoku's box office was 110 million, which is comparable to The Last Emperor. No one expected such a high box office. President Cai even called to express his gratitude."

"He just loves to do these nonsense things." Huang Ze curled his lips, "I'm selling him the distribution rights of "God of Gamblers" for 20 million Hong Kong dollars. You don't have to call me for permission. This is the number, not a cent lower!"

"Ah."

After giving the instructions, Huang Ze took Liu Zhenwei to have dinner with Wang Rixiang and others.

After Wang Rixiang told the other party about the new film "God of Gamblers" and quoted the director's fee, the other party readily agreed.

In his eyes, Huang Ze is a pretty good boss, very generous, and most importantly, he really gives money, and even gives big red envelopes after the box office hits.

Unlike some movie company bosses, who promise to pay you a certain amount of money and then just treat you to a meal to pay it off.

You can't say anything yet.

Because many film companies are backed by gangsters. If they give you face, you have to support them. If you don’t, you will definitely suffer the consequences.

After having a good meal and a few drinks, Huang Ze boarded a flight to the United States in the evening, ready to start his Oscar public relations journey again.

He left quietly, waving his sleeves, without taking away a cloud.

But it left behind another legend.

Twenty days after Huang Ze left Hong Kong Island, "God of Gamblers", which had been released for just over a month, was taken off the screen.

The final box office total was jaw-dropping.

Forty and a half million Hong Kong dollars!

Since 80, "Young Master" was the first movie to break million.

In 82, "Best Partner" broke million.

In 85, "My Lucky Stars" broke the record of million.

It took five years.

The first film in Hong Kong's film history to break the 40 million box office mark has appeared.

In the eyes of most entertainment newspapers, this is definitely a milestone event.

This marks the entry of Hong Kong films into a new world in the new decade.

And when some entertainment newspapers listed the box office records of Hong Kong Island, a news material worthy of reporting appeared.

They found that among the top five box office films, three were produced by Xinghai!

They are "God of Gamblers" ranked first, "The Ring" ranked second, and "The God of Gamblers" ranked fourth.

Once this ranking was published, Hong Kong entertainment newspapers began to fan the flames.

For a time, headlines such as "Golden Harvest's position as boss is no longer secure", "Jackie Chan fails", and "Golden Harvest may be forced out of business by Star Ocean" appeared frequently.

Some reporters even stopped Ho Kwun-Shang and Jackie Chan for interviews.

"Mr. He, how do you feel about facing the fierce force of Xinghai? Do you feel like you can't hold on any longer?"

"A fellow journalist photographed you and Huang Ze having dinner at the Peninsula Hotel. Are you collaborating on something? Or are you asking him to show some mercy and let Golden Harvest go?" Each sentence he asked became more and more outrageous.

It's almost like telling you to start fighting right away.

But these have nothing to do with Huang Ze.

Huang Ze was too lazy to care about such things. He lived an honest life of signing and selling new EPs during the day and attending various gatherings and parties at night.

Such days continued intermittently until late March.

……

3 month 26 number.

This day is the day when the 62nd Academy Awards are held.

It was held at Dorothy Chandler Hall in Los Angeles.

The actors and directors attending the Oscars have not arrived yet, but there is already a lot of noise outside the hall.

Thousands of reporters were lined up along the long red carpet, waiting to use their cameras to record every moment of the star.

Some of them are journalists with Asian faces.

The most energetic among them were the reporters from ATV.

How could they not be motivated to flatter their boss? In their opinion, if the boss is satisfied enough with the photo, wouldn't it be possible to turn things around by just saying a few words?
"Hey, Brother Lin, do you think our CEO Huang can win the award? I heard that the judges of the Oscars are all a group of elderly white people. They would be racially discriminatory, right? What if they deliberately block our CEO Huang? Winning or not is secondary. What matters most is our prize money." A reporter in his thirties with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks felt bored waiting, so he started chatting with the bald middle-aged man next to him.

As soon as these words were spoken, they were immediately met with contempt from the other party.

"You're only concerned about your little bonus?"

"Then what should I care about?" the pointed-nosed man asked, "Is Mr. Huang concerned about whether he has moved to a bigger villa or a sports car? What does this have to do with me, who earns over 10,000 yuan a month?"

"You are quite sober indeed." The bald reporter laughed.

"As for whether I can win the award, I think it should be no problem."

"Mr. Huang's Pulp Fiction received not one but seven nominations. If he didn't give any award out of the seven nominations, that would be a bit too much and would have a bad impact."

"So what?" The pointed-nosed man curled his lips. "I think we can do it at the Hong Kong Film Awards. If that's the case, there's no reason why the Oscars can't do it. They're all Film Awards, and no one is inferior to the other. Besides, there are more than 6,000 judges at the Oscars. You can't even find someone to complain to."

"..." The bald reporter didn't know what to say, and could only stammer, "That's not true. There's no one who has been nominated seven times for the Academy Awards but has no wins!"

"That's because Mr. Huang didn't participate anymore. How about we try next year? I don't think we can get even one correct answer out of ten."

"Not really, not really. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. There's a courtesy car coming over there. We have to shoot the other stars. We can't come here in vain. Just leave half of the film for Mr. Huang."

"Yeah!" The sharp-nosed and monkey-faced reporter nodded, "Even if Mr. Huang gets nothing, we won't be without material."

While a group of reporters were chatting, Huang Ze was sitting in the courtesy car.

Next to him sat John Travolta, who maintained his Vincent look with pigtails.

"Huang, don't be nervous!" John Travolta comforted Huang Ze, but he kept patting his knees with his hands.

"So, aren't you nervous?" Huang Ze's eyes moved to John Travolta's knees.

"Hey, a little bit."

John Travolta smiled and said, "I can't help it. The last time I attended the Oscars was last time."

"Oh! Where the hell did you learn this? This is a new sentence pattern for white people that I've never heard of before?" Samuel Jackson, who was sitting in the front and was nominated for Best Supporting Actor, couldn't help but complain.

"Haha, let me calculate!" John Travolta rolled his eyes and looked at the roof of the car. After three seconds, he said, "12 years."

"The last time was in Saturday Night Fever, which was released in 77. I played a gigolo in it and was also nominated for Best Actor."

"I've seen it." Huang Ze nodded, "You were still very thin at that time."

"I don't want to get fat, but I'm almost 40 years old."

"Huang, do you think I have a chance to win the Best Actor award?"

"Have you seen "My Left Foot"? " Huang Ze said bluntly.

"Seen."

"So what do you think of the role? It was played by a big guy as tall as you."

"Stop talking." John Travolta covered his forehead in pain, "Huang, I said I can play a role like that, do you believe me?"

"I do not believe."

"..." John Travolta didn't know what to say, but still felt a little unwilling, and said, "Huang, if you need any challenging roles in the future, you can come to me."

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you an audition invitation."

"It's time to get off."

The courtesy car stopped, Huang Ze and his group got off, and Huang Ze stepped onto the red carpet alone.

As soon as I raised my head, the flash lights started clicking.

Huang Ze has long been accustomed to flash lights.

But this was my first time attending an Oscars, so I was still a little excited. I took a deep breath and smiled at the camera.

As he walked, Huang Ze heard a congratulation in Cantonese.

"Director Huang, try to win seven awards!"

Following the voice, I saw a reporter with a pointed face and monkey cheeks.

(End of this chapter)