Japanese Entertainment: From special effects actor to action superstar

Chapter 591 When you're broke, you have to pay the price.
Big Dick, an ordinary New Zealand lad.

Ever since his last trip to Japan to see the Demon King's Castle and to Yokohama for a banana boat ride, Bigdick has come to a profound realization.

Human strength has its limits, but the power of humans in movies has no limits.

It's incredible that such a huge ship can be cut in two in a movie; it's a concept that even science fiction wouldn't dare to use!

On this sunny afternoon, Bigdick lay sprawled on the sofa, waiting to watch the afternoon's program.

Since the end of "Gridman," Shinboro Studios hasn't released any new works for a while. They only had one film released recently, but its quality is completely different from "Gridman."

Bigdick actually quite liked that film; it had a unique style and rich imagination. Although it might not have been technically outstanding, you could at least tell that it was made with care.

But he could immediately see the poverty and cheapness in the film that was released shortly after.

And the most important thing is.

Bigdick glanced at his watch.

It's already this late, and it still hasn't started airing!
"Big!"

My wife plopped down next to me, bouncing the sofa up and causing Bigdick to bounce a little too.

"sky……"

Bigdick covered his face with his hands.

Many times, he questioned the meaning of life.

Bigdick insists that even if you put Jackie Chan and Akira Furuya together, they wouldn't be able to compare to his wife.

Australia's soil and water are truly nourishing!

"Big, didn't we say we were going to see a movie later? 'Wheels on Meals,' that new movie, it has your favorite actors in it, and tickets are hard to come by!"

Bigdick's eyes lit up instantly, and he jumped to start.

"Honey, did you get the tickets?"

"Of course, none of them can beat me!"

Bigdick looked at his wife, who was as muscular as a double-door refrigerator, and hissed inwardly.

That's definitely not something we can compete with!

Even if Jackie Chan and Akira Gugu teamed up, they couldn't beat him!
I haven't seen "Wheels on Meals" yet, since I can't get tickets.

Australia is sparsely populated, so its infrastructure is not very developed. Bigdick once considered that if he couldn't buy a ticket, he would go to Melbourne instead.

Fortunately, his wife helped him get tickets.

Bigdick was deeply moved and had tears in his eyes. His wife carried him away to go see a movie.

"Aren't you going to watch TV anymore?"

"I'm not watching anymore. It's not good anyway. I even suspect that the production team embezzled the production budget!"

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The poverty of the new work is obvious to the naked eye. This means that anyone can see what huge problems arose in the production of this work.

At first, Wan Gu'ao could try to cover it up by saying that the work had just begun and had not yet reached the point where funds were needed.

But now, no matter how much he tries to hide it, the situation can no longer be suppressed.

At the long round table, on one side sat Wan Gu'ao, and on the other side were various investors, partners, and even his old friend, Xin Bote.

"Hey! Tell me the truth, where did the budget for the new film go?!"

Wan Gu'ao stared intently at Xin Bote in front of him, his old friend of many years pointing fingers at him with sharp words, which was truly heartbreaking.

"Simbot, can't we unite and stand together against a common enemy during such a difficult time?!"

Simbot remained unmoved and continued to ask, "Of course I'd like to if I could, but have you ever told us the truth? Where did all the money from making 'Gridman' go?"

Wan Gu'ao fell silent instantly.

Of course, it's because I don't have money.

The surrounding clamor grew louder and louder, lingering in his ears. Every word seemed to accuse him of incompetence, and everyone was reaching out to him for money.

"Damn it...a bunch of bastards! Shut up, all of you! Stick on Miya Lu!"

In his agitation, Wan Gu'ao finally snapped, shoving aside the documents in front of him and slamming his fist on the table.

“You lot, I haven’t shortchanged you on the profits from the filming. The net income from each episode was less than one million yen. Now you’re asking me where the money is? Where is the money? What money do I have? If you’re so generous, why don’t you use your money to support the filming of the new work!” Wan Gu’ao looked around. Everyone remained unmoved, sitting there quietly watching him smash things in a fit of rage.

Xinbo slowly shook his head, his eyes seeming to signal to Wan Gu'ao, "Stop smashing it, it's useless."

No matter what, we won't leave.

"Simbot, we..."

Wan Gu'ao's lips were dry, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

He wanted to persuade his old friend again, hoping he could continue to stand by his side, but Simbot had already firmly shaken his head.

“Ah, I’ve already had someone check the accounts. What you said about the filming is true. The net income is actually less than a million yen. After deducting various operating costs, the actual income is even less than a company employee’s monthly salary.”

Just as Wan Gu'ao's expression relaxed, Xin Bote changed the subject.

"But what about image licensing!"

He watched Wan Gu'ao's suddenly changed expression and recited everything he had found out.

"Character licensing, toys, videotapes, and various merchandise revenue sharing. Overseas broadcasting rights: Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong, 4V, South Korea. Where does all this money come from!"

Wan Gu'ao's expression finally changed.

Where's the money?!

Of course, it's a secret that can't be told!

Seeing this, everyone stood up one after another. Although they didn't say anything more, their attitude was already very clear.

As everyone left the meeting room one by one, Wan Gu'ao slumped in his chair, unwilling to speak.

"Ao, I'll persuade everyone to delay for another week and raise the funds as quickly as possible. Without the money, everyone will be in trouble; let's not make things difficult for everyone!"

After Xin Bo finished speaking, he closed the conference room door, leaving Wan Gu'ao alone in the conference room.

Wan Gu'ao lit a cigarette for himself. The flame flickered in the darkness, but eventually returned to darkness.

"Fuck..."

Wan Gu'ao muttered a curse to himself.

When asking for money, they are as vicious as a wolf and as ruthless as a snake; when they need something done, they are as timid as a mouse and as wary as a chicken. Money, money is all they think about!

However, how could he possibly become willing to spend money!

Wan Gu'ao admitted that he did take some money, but only a portion. In fact, the money that Xin Bote mentioned was basically used to subsidize various previous book deficits. He himself did not have much extra money. Last time, he relied on various mortgages, even mortgaging his house, to get a loan of 40 million yen to get through the crisis.

But now, Wan Gu'ao himself can't think of any other way to raise the money.

"The list, if only I had that list! For the sake of our ancestors, they would never treat me unfairly!"

There was a sudden knock on the conference room door.

"Brother Ao, um, there's your phone number."

Wan Gu'ao twitched the corners of his mouth, lacking even the energy to curse, but finally mustered his spirits and walked to the phone.

"Hello, this is Wan Gu'ao... Hmm?!"

These few words sent Wan Gu'ao flying as if he'd been electrocuted.

"Now?! Why now?! You promised!"

However, the response on the other end of the phone was only exceptionally cold.

"According to the contract, we have the right to demand early repayment of the loan if your ability to perform is at risk. If you have any questions, there are many law firms in Tokyo; you are welcome to walk there for a consultation. After all, as agreed, if you are unable to repay the loan, your car will have to be mortgaged to our company."

After the call ended, Wan Gu'ao felt, whether it was his imagination or not, that the other party seemed to have left behind a contemptuous laugh.

"Damn it... bastard..."

Wan Gu'ao almost fell in front of the counter, but managed to steady himself by holding onto it.

"Do you think I can't afford lawyer fees?!"

Wan Gu'ao gritted his teeth.

Congratulations on winning! You guessed right!

I really don't have the money to pay lawyer fees!

(End of this chapter)