Entertainment 2000: Supporting female stars will bring you a hundredfold return

Chapter 11: Shanghai Film Group (Please read and collect)

Tang Wen boarded the plane to the Magic City.

Zhang Ran drove home and his wife and children were already asleep.

Instead of going back to the master bedroom, he tiptoed into the study.

This week’s grain tax has not yet been paid.

He didn't dare wake his wife.

I turned on my computer and logged into Jin Yong Inn, and found that the top serial post was Tang Wen’s "Ghost Blowing Out the Light".

"It seems that this novel is very popular!"

Nowadays, serializing novels online is all done out of love, without earning a penny in royalties.

Most authors, or rather, except for the pervert Tang Wen, no one updates their works daily.

Everyone is living a good life with weekly or even monthly updates.

The book is serialized daily and the author interacts with fellow readers every day, proactively adding new chapters.

Tang Wen is absolutely unique.

Plus, his update time is fixed.

Naturally, it attracted quite a number of readers who logged in every day to read on.

The website staff discovered this and pinned Tang Wen's novel to the top.

Zhang Ran didn't look at it carefully, but just glanced through it first.

The comment section is very active.

He took out his notebook and wrote down:
1. This book has been recognized by the website and is recommended at the top, making it the best novel on the entire website;

2. Hundreds of thousands of views, loved by tens of thousands of book lovers...

This will be useful when you write this down and negotiate with publishers about royalties.

He returned to the top of the webpage and browsed it carefully. The more he read, the more surprised he became.

how?

Brother Tang’s novel is not only updated daily, but also has extra chapters.

Counting the number of words, the average is 6 to 7 words per day.

hiss~
He took a breath: Are all the young people nowadays so fierce?
Tang Wen is a student. He has to attend classes every day, release songs, and perform at various events. By the way, he went to Shanghai, I think he went to an art studio?

Could it be that this guy also wants to work in film and television?

It’s incredible. It’s incredible.

Young man, it's so scary.

Oh? And there are pictures of Fatty Fan?
Gee...

Enjoy the illustrations.

Zhang Ran remembered that Tang Wen asked him to be his agent.

Now that I think about it, it seems that it is not impossible to consider it...

The plane circled over the Magic City.

Bright lights, a city that never sleeps.

Tang Wen stayed in a hotel near the airport for one night.

Wake up the next day and add the following attributes:
[Physique 66→69]

(The current level limit has been reached and cannot be further upgraded)

Tang Wen also added the remaining two points of potential.

【Power 51→52】

[Agility 47→48]

At 9 o'clock in the morning, he took a taxi to Shangmei Factory.

There is a banner hanging at the gate: Welcome Mr. Ren from Shanghai Film Group to visit and give us guidance.

Mr. Ren?
Last name: Ren.

Could he be the helmsman of Shanghai Film Group in the next ten years or so?

This is a big shot in the film and television industry!

If only I could know you.

Well, never mind, the status gap is too big.

I have no idea what to say.

At the gate, Tang Wen gave his name and someone took him to the office.

The person in charge first brought the contract text.

Shangmei Factory had already sent the contents of the contract to Tang Wen via email.

He also consulted a lawyer and there was no problem.

After comparing the two and confirming that the content had not been changed, he signed the contract directly and went to the Agricultural Bank of China at the door to transfer 50 yuan.

Then he returned to the factory and went to the office of the art team responsible for the short film.

The producer couldn't hide his excitement when he saw him:
"Mr. Tang Wen, how long did it take you to come up with this short film?

So clever and perfect!
Everything is ready, except for finding an artist to draw it.”

Tang Wen thought: How can it not be perfect if it is just copied from a ready-made one?

"I've been thinking about this for a few years. There are a few small factories near my home. When I was young, I often sneaked in..."

The two sides chatted until 11 o'clock in the morning and said everything that needed to be said.

Tang Wen was about to say goodbye.

Suddenly, a staff member in a suit came in quickly from the door and announced:
"Everyone, please pay attention. President Ren wants to come and see how we are doing. He will be there soon."

There was an uproar in the office.

This, the leader doesn't do what he said.

The inspection plan didn't mention visiting the art department.

The visitor consoled them, "Don't be nervous. We are in the technical department. Just speak whatever you want. Everyone, just be casual."

That's what it says.

But no one dared to act casually.

Everyone took the time to tidy up their clothes and clean up the table.

Only Tang Wen was sitting there drinking tea.

He was too young, wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, and he didn't fit in with the environment.

Mr. Ren comes in and says hello to everyone.

Then, he noticed him immediately: "Who is this young man?"

Without waiting for anyone to speak, Tang Wen stood up and introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Ren, my name is Tang Wen, I wrote a short film script, "Employed Life", and gave it to our Shangmei Film Studio for production. Today I am here to discuss cooperation."

"Oh, you look like you are still a student, right?" Mr. Ren adjusted his glasses and asked with interest.

He is the vice chairman of the Shanghai Federation of Literary and Art Circles and a professor of literature.

He was naturally more interested in literary creation. When Tang Wen said he was still a freshman at Beijing Film Academy, Ren wanted to read his script even more.

There are also many people with high emotional intelligence in the technical art group.

Without waiting for Mr. Ren to ask, the script was handed to him.

Mr. Ren took it and looked through it, his expression becoming more upset.

Even with the shrewdness of the vice president of Heying Group, he couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.

"Student Xiao Tang, is this the script you wrote?"

Books of this level are so rare!
It was actually written by a freshman?

"I wrote it." Tang Wen recounted the creative process with familiarity.

I learned that he was from the directing department.

Mr. Ren gave Tang Wen some words of encouragement and before leaving, he handed him a business card.

He also asked his assistant to exchange contact information with Tang Wen.

It’s coming!
It took Tang Wen a while to calm down.

how to say?

It's similar to the feeling of a programmer being praised by Lei Jun in person for his program and even adding his contact information.

Walking out of the gate of Shanghai Film Art Studio, Tang Wen looked back.

This trip was worth the money just to get the contact information of this big guy.

After all, success in the film and television industry cannot be achieved simply by having good scripts and high quality.

Jianghu is not about fighting and killing; Jianghu is about human relations.

Return to the imperial capital.

It's night.

Tang Wen waited in line for an hour before he got into a taxi that smelled of cigarettes.

The driver, who was over 40, was immediately excited when he heard that Tang Wen was going to Beijing Film Academy.

"Wow! You studied directing, and you want to be a director in the future? Hey! To be honest, I brought Chen Kaige and his wife together two years ago..."

Tang Wen was already feeling a little carsick because of the strong smell of cigarettes.

I then listened to the driver talking about Director Chen, Big Brother Long, and Hollywood stars, all of whom had ridden in his car, which made me even more confused.

When I got off the bus, I almost vomited while looking at the street lights flickering.

"Buy a car! I must buy a car!" Tang Wen bought a bottle of ice water and made up his mind.

Having no appetite to eat, he went straight back to the dormitory.

As soon as I pushed the door open, the smell of stinky socks, stinky feet, and food mixed together and hit me in the face.

Tang Wen almost fainted.

He didn't dare to stay any longer. He held his breath, packed a few clothes, stuffed them into his schoolbag and ran away.

So, there was one more item added to the plan.

rent.

You must move out.

He often performs to earn money, and his dormitory has curfew at night, which makes it really inconvenient to live there.

As soon as I left the school gate, my cell phone rang.

It was Zhang Yan, who shared the same dormitory with me: "Old Tang, you came back and left again?"

"The smell is too strong. I'm going to sleep in our studio."

Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Okay, my teacher and I will go find you."

Tang Wen had just arrived at the studio when two people arrived right after him, carrying wine and food.

Tang Wen was deeply touched by the thoughtfulness of the two foremen. After all the hard work, he actually felt a little hungry.

The three of them chatted while eating.

Tang Wen told the two about his plan to rent a house, and Zhang Yan slapped his thigh:
"Mr. Tang, I've wanted to move out for a long time. I thought you just liked living in the dormitory."

Sun Chao smiled and said, "Indeed, we are busy outside every day, and it is not convenient to live on campus. We will find a house tomorrow."

After eating, the three of them squeezed into Tang Wen’s small office and prepared to go to bed.

Tang Wen lay on the camp bed, and the other two lay on the ground, sleeping on mats.

It's still a bit hot and humid in September.

The room is small, and it is very cool when the air conditioner is turned on.

Sun Chao gave an oral report:

"Now there are more than 300 people working part-time. They are all college students, including those from Peking University and Tsinghua University."

Tang Wen smiled: "Look at the students from Peking University and Tsinghua University, they are also short of money."

Zhang Yan: "Hey, students all over the world are short of money. We should at least give 15 yuan for each article, and everyone should rush to write."

Sun Chao: "From Monday to Friday, there are about 8 to 900 articles every day. On Saturday and Sunday, it is estimated that there will be more than 1200. Of course, these are just estimates, and it depends on how the next few weeks go."

Zhang Yan, who is in charge of the inspection, added: "I am going to set up an elimination system. Anyone who writes nonsense, fills the word count, or fills the article with nonsense will have their manuscript fee reduced first. If they accumulate three times, they will be kicked out directly."

"Okay, good." Tang Wen nodded in approval. The two coding foremen had indeed thought it through thoroughly.

As a result, he earned at least 8 to 9 yuan a day, and his net income could reach 5 to 6 yuan.

He is like a third-tier singer who keeps performing for money.

Of course, this is the case if there is no price increase for singers and actors at present.

When capital entered the entertainment industry, he saved 6 yuan a day for a year, but it was not as much as Shuangzi's ten days.

You know, this Shuangzi is at best a second-tier star.

It’s still really lucrative in the entertainment industry!
Tang Wen was ready to give some rewards: "We are not hiring part-time workers for the time being. You two can look for a house tomorrow. I am preparing to get a driver's license soon."

"Driver's license, you want to buy a car?" Zhang Yan asked excitedly.

No matter how old a man is, he probably can't resist the temptation of a car.

What's more, they are still freshmen.

If I could drive a car, it would be the happiest thing in the world.

Especially since they bought the car with their own money.

Tang Wen smiled and said, "Next, as long as the part-time output is stable, I will buy one for the company."

"Good good."

Tang Wen seemed to remember something and said, "Give the part-time workers an extra task."

"What mission?"

"Ask them to help promote a novel."

"Novel, whose novel is it? What's its name?"

Tang Wen said calmly: "I wrote this when I had nothing to do. It's called Ghost Blowing Out the Light."

(End of this chapter)