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Chapter 244 Cooperation
This time, Huang Ze returned to Hong Kong without making any announcement and told reporters his flight time.

After all, it's not like last time when it won the Palme d'Or in Cannes, it just won the Best Original Screenplay.

It is worth being happy to say that.

But there is no need to publicize it.

However, Huang Ze still somewhat underestimated the capabilities of Hong Kong journalists. This group of people were able to leave behind a great reputation in their previous lives, and they were not there to do nothing but eat and work.

As soon as he walked out of the airport, he and his bodyguard were stopped by several reporters.

Huang Ze was confused.

"How did you know I would be back at this time?" Huang Ze blurted out.

"Director Huang, you've kept us waiting!" a reporter laughed. "After the Oscars, we got all the flight information from Los Angeles to Hong Kong Island. Whenever there's a flight from there, we'll come to the exit in advance and wait."

"After waiting for a few days, I finally got you, Director Huang."

"You guys are really patient!" Huang Ze praised the other party with a wry smile. At the same time, he secretly decided in his heart that he would come back from a different direction next time and see how you can wait. If you have the guts, wait for me 24 hours a day.

"Thank you Director Huang for the compliment."

The reporter was not polite and took the question with a smile, then began to ask, "Director Huang, are you satisfied with the result that Pulp Fiction won two Oscars?"

"Not satisfied."

"Director Huang, do you think there is something fishy going on?" The reporters' eyes suddenly lit up, and they all expected Huang Ze to start criticizing immediately.

"I didn't say that." Huang Ze shook his head. "I just simply feel that I haven't done my best. Unless I can win all the awards, I won't be satisfied."

"Oh, we understand. Director Huang means that the next film will be better than this one, right?"

"Do your best. I don't know the final result." Huang Ze would naturally walk into the trap dug by the reporter.

"Then the next movie can't be too far behind Pulp Fiction, right?"

"That's how it should be."

"Sure?"

"determine."

"Director Huang, I have a question." The reporter looked like he had finally succeeded, with a gratified smile on his face, "Pulp Fiction has made over 100 million in North America. How much do you think your new film can make in North America to not be too far behind?"

"Fifty million US dollars?" Huang Ze knew what the other party wanted to do and asked deliberately.

"Director Huang, do you mean that the new film can earn over 50 million US dollars in North America?"

"Is such that."

Huang Ze smiled and said, "I have given you what you want. I am very tired these days and want to go home and rest."

After saying that, Huang Ze walked forward. There were not many reporters to begin with, and they were stunned by Huang Ze's unusual cooperation. They didn't react for a while. Huang Ze got into the car easily under the protection of his bodyguards.

The reporters were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"I haven't heard of it, have I? Huang Ze actually said that his new film can earn 50 million US dollars at the North American box office?"

"You heard me right. I now suspect that what I found out before was wrong." The reporter scratched his head. "Didn't Director Huang say that his next film would be a martial arts film in collaboration with Li Lianjie?"

"Yes, it's a martial arts film. I found out from Huang Ze's crew. It's called Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

"Then how can he say that he can make 50 million at the North American box office? Is that just bragging?"

"Who can say for sure?" A reporter shook his head. "Have you forgotten what Director Huang said when he was interviewed after winning the Palme d'Or and was asked how much box office Pulp Fiction could earn?"

"Silk……"

Everyone gasped.

They were also witnesses that day.

Who could forget?

Originally, it was thought that Huang Ze was provoked by his peers, so he shouted that the box office had exceeded 100 million yuan. People even wrote articles mocking Huang Ze for his arrogant tone.

But looking back now, who exactly were those articles mocking?
It's like a boomerang, piercing your heart, and you still have no words to express your pain.

There's nothing we can do. Who can let others fulfill their big promises?
You have to accept it no matter how reluctant you are!
"Okay, go back and write the article." The reporters dispersed one by one, but the style of the articles they were thinking about changed. They were no longer going to mock Huang Ze for wanting to get a box office of 50 million with ancient costume martial arts. Instead, they were going to praise him and prove from multiple aspects and various angles that Huang Ze really had the ability to get a box office of 50 million.

First whet the reader's appetite.

If Huang Ze can do it by then, it will be the author's excellent vision.

If you can't do it, that's even better. You can criticize it harshly. The readers whose appetite has been whetted will definitely be unhappy and will like reading this kind of article more.

……

Huang Ze could probably guess what the reporters would write. With the box office of Pulp Fiction there, it was likely to be a case of over-praise.

However, Huang Ze had nothing to express his condolences.

Let them praise me if they want. As long as I don’t fail, everyone will praise me.

If I fail, shouldn't everyone make some sarcastic remarks? Besides, it's sad enough if I fail, who cares what the journalists write?

Since you don't care, let them write whatever they want.

So, after driving for a while, Huang Ze forgot about the group of reporters and picked up the magazines in the car and started flipping through them casually.

After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped. Huang Ze put down the magazine, took out his little golden man, walked straight back home, and came to his trophy display room.

The top layer houses the Golden Lion and the Golden Palm.

The Best Original Screenplay Award was obviously not worthy of being put together with the other two, but it was his first Oscar after all, so Huang Ze still put it on the second level, and then admired his pile of trophies with satisfaction.

As he admired it, Huang Ze was shocked.

How come there is a strange thing mixed in?
Huang Ze took out an Ultraman Jack.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and saw his son trotting over, "pa, pa" and stretching his little arms to reach the Ultraman in Huang Ze's hand.

After getting it, he pointed Ultraman at the trophy display case.

While pointing, he called "Dad" in a baby voice.

Huang Ze couldn't stand this, he picked him up and watched him put Ultraman in the first row.

It seemed uncomfortable to watch, squeezing Ultraman between the Golden Lion and the Golden Palm.

"Puchi!" Gong Xing, who arrived later, laughed out loud.

"This Ultraman has risen one rank! He has reached the top level."

"How can this be the top floor?" Huang Ze smiled, "The top floor is in the middle. This location is absolutely unique, isn't it?"

"Hahaha!"

"I can't help it. This kid is so amazing." Huang Ze put his son on the ground. "He changes every time I see him. I can clearly feel that he has grown up a lot."

"You've been busy preparing for the Oscar for several months. Even if you came back last time, it's been more than a month." Gong Xing opened the trophy display room, took out the Oscar and looked at it in his hand. "This is a man holding a sword."

"By the way, what material is this?"

"Tin-copper alloy with a layer of gold foil on the outside."

"The materials alone are worth a lot of money, right?"

"Not much, maybe a hundred dollars or so."

"It's not all in vain!" Gong Yu put the Oscar trophy back to its original place and looked at Huang Ze with a smile, "I have to tell you something. Someone is asking you for money. Well, maybe it's not asking for money. It sounds better to change it to cooperation."

"Who?"

"Wang Feng." Gong Xing said with a smile, "Have you heard of him?"

"What do you think?" Huang Ze rolled his eyes, "The director of CCTV, come to me..."

"Let me guess first."

Huang Ze pretended to pinch his fingers.

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

"How did you know?" Gong Xing asked curiously.

"What do you think?" Huang Ze smiled. "'Journey to the West' and 'Dream of Red Mansions' have already been filmed, so shouldn't the remaining two of the Four Great Classics be filmed? Moreover, this kind of drama is a task, which can make CCTV short of money. 'Water Margin' is almost there, so the only one left is Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

"Well, I run a film and television city, how could I not know that there is a Three Kingdoms Film and Television City in Youxi?"

"By the way, didn't he say how to cooperate?"

If you are short of money, Huang Ze can invest, but forget about borrowing money.

Huang Ze is even less like some farmer-entrepreneurs who, when you are running out of money while filming, have invested money in a project, but then the project becomes a big hit and they are reluctant to share the profits. The initial investment becomes a loan and they directly return it to you.

I can't afford to offend the other party, so I can only let it go.

One thing is one thing, some things must be clarified in advance.

If he really wanted to take advantage of the situation and fool himself as a rich man, Huang Ze could only say goodbye.

Even if this is "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", there is no way, if there is one, two, there will be three. Even if you are made of iron, how many nails can you hammer?

(End of this chapter)