Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 45 An unexpected visitor
Ever since Xun Ge'er announced the news, there has been a barrage of criticism online.

However, not long after, reporters revealed that the floral company frequently contacted Xun Ge'er with the intention of signing a contract.

After this incident, Ciwen finally came to its senses.

Being in this circle, it is almost impossible to keep many things completely confidential, especially when there are so many paparazzi watching you.

For the upper echelons of the film and television industry, this information is more like unencrypted news, so it is not difficult to find out.

In this way, everyone can be said to be playing half of their cards openly.

It doesn’t matter if Ciwen’s own artists couldn’t play Yang Guo. After all, actors are just pawns to be used when needed. It is more important to make a good movie.

But now, you also want to get the role of the heroine, but all the benefits are taken by one person or an unrelated company!

Is there any royal law?
Are there any laws?
If this really happens, it will become the laughing stock of the entire industry!

Then, there was news that the crew decided to use newcomers to perform, but it was immediately denied by Big Beard.

Hu Xiaobei looked at the various information on the Internet and combined it with what he knew about the inside story. He couldn't help but become more interested and wanted to see what the subsequent results would be.

If it weren't for the influence of this little butterfly, according to the original trajectory of time and space, the person who would eventually get this role would be An Xiaoqian.

So Hu Xiaobei searched for some news about An Xiaoqian again, but found that there was news online that after she failed to play the role of Little Dragon Girl, she was now in contact with other new dramas.

"Could it be that I influenced him from a distance?" Hu Xiaobei blinked his eyes, feeling as if he was eating melon but was inexplicably involved.

Uh...if she really lost the role of Xiaolongnu, then the consequences would be quite serious.

Thinking of this, Hu Xiaobei couldn't help feeling a little bitter.

However, he couldn't change anything, so he naturally didn't dwell on it for too long and soon focused his attention on studying.

Since I don’t need to write at night recently, the extra time will be planned into my study plan.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment.

In the following period of time, Hu Xiaobei's life was regular and orderly.

The worries that once lingered in my mind gradually dissipated in the busy and fulfilling study.

As Hu Xiaobei's studies deepened and expanded, he had learned all the subjects related to film and television that interested him.

That is to say, the musical instruments are more troublesome, there are many of them and they are easy to learn but difficult to master.

Even if Hu Xiaobei had cheats, he would only try them out briefly and would be done with it once he learned how to tinker with them.

Of course, if I come across an instrument I particularly like, I will delve into it.

With his spiritual perception ability, learning a musical instrument is like adding a touch to Deep Blue, which is even more terrifying than absolute pitch.

Absolute pitch is just a sense of pitch, but his spiritual perception is different. As long as he hears it once, he can imitate it almost perfectly.

In addition, the series of Dialogues Between Past and Present written by Hu Xiaobei has been published for over a month.

10 copies were sold in the first week, and 20 copies were reprinted immediately. 55 copies were sold in the first month of publication.

Among them, "Dialogue with the Classics of China in Ancient and Modern Times" accounts for about 38 copies, and "Dialogue with the Great Qin Empire in Ancient and Modern Times" accounts for about 17 copies.

Judging from this sales volume, reaching the highest royalty rate will not be a problem, and subsequent content should not be difficult to sell either.

(PS: Income is subject to individual income tax based on remuneration, with a tax rate of 20%, and a 30% reduction based on the taxable amount, resulting in an actual tax rate of 14%.

But every time I try to calculate it, there are problems. The algorithm I get is different every time I query it. The lowest is 3%, the regular is 25%, 35%, and the highest is 46%.

I really can't stand it anymore, so I'll just use after-tax income from now on.)
It’s a lot of money, but I can’t get it now. I have to wait for half a year before it arrives in my account.

This sales volume is already very good. Compared with Dangnian Mingyue's 10% royalties, which earned 225 million in royalties in three or four months, it is much better.

Due to the impressive sales, the publisher had been hoping to hold a book signing event for him. Hu Xiaobei had no interest in such abuse. Judging from the sales of his books, if he really wanted to hold a book signing, it was hard to say whether he could keep his hands from shaking...

What's more, things are valuable because they are rare, and his calligraphy cannot be used at a book signing event.

The little happiness in life can always dispel the haze in your heart.

Just like the changeable weather, yesterday there was light to moderate rain during the day turning to cloudy, cloudy turning to sunny at night, and it cleared up early this morning, and I felt a lot more refreshed.

At this moment, the reception room on the first floor of Beijing Film Academy No. 2 Student Apartment is a scene of tranquility and peace, with a bright space and neat layout.

Several simple sofas are placed in a staggered manner, the off-white sofa cushions are soft and thick, and there are a few bottles of specially prepared mineral water on the coffee table.

There is a special storage rack in the corner, on which common items such as combs, hair dryers, umbrellas, etc. are neatly placed for emergency use.

Hu Xiaobei was sitting on the sofa, concentrating on reading a book on kinesiology. The sunlight came through the window, casting mottled shadows on the pages.

Sometimes he frowned in thought, sometimes he nodded slightly, immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

Suddenly, the sound of steady footsteps approaching from afar broke the silence.

Hu Xiaobei raised his head as if expecting something, and looked straight towards the door, only to see a familiar figure appear there.

The man was quite tall, with a posture as straight as a pine tree. He was wearing a plain suit that was straight and fitted him perfectly, without any wrinkles and fitting neatly and properly.

A pair of exquisite and elegant metal half-frame glasses rests firmly on the bridge of his nose. The lenses are clear and bright, gleaming with tiny glimmers in the sunlight. It is Professor An who has not been seen for a long time.

Professor An had a smile on his face, his eyes were deep and gentle, and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes showed his usual open-mindedness and composure.

He walked with steady steps to Hu Xiaobei who had already stood up, reached out and patted Hu Xiaobei's shoulder gently.

The strength of the palm was just right, carrying the concern and warmth that only an elder can offer: "Xiaobei, it's been nearly two months since we last met. How are you?"

Hu Xiaobei showed a hint of surprise on his face, his eyes slightly widened, and his voice was filled with a hint of surprise: "Professor An, I'm fine, thank you for your concern.

Why are you here at Beijing Film Academy? I thought you were a teacher from the affiliated high school!

Professor An walked slowly into the house with a smile on his face, his leather shoes making a slight "click" sound on the floor.

"My job has been transferred, and I just happened to have something to do that required me to come to Beijing. This is a good opportunity to see if you are getting used to living in Beijing Film Academy."

As he spoke, he patted Hu Xiaobei's shoulder again, his movements natural and friendly.

Hu Xiaobei closed the book, and the crisp sound of pages closing echoed in the quiet room.

He smiled and said, "It's good. Beijing Film Academy has a lot of professional study materials, enough for me to study for a while.

The school has a wide variety of equipment, making it easy to practice. Professor An, have you been transferred to Beijing for work?

Professor An shook his head slightly and gestured for everyone to take a seat.

"It's great that you can learn more about what you want to learn. Um... I've been transferred to Gallic Chicken for work, and I might have to stay there for a long time..."

His movements were graceful and slow, as if he was performing a silent art.

Afterwards, he briefly explained his work situation.

Hu Xiaobei looked at Professor An, who looked elegant and steady as a scholar, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

With his lips slightly parted, he asked doubtfully, "Excuse me, Professor An, you don't look like someone who would go down this path!"

When Professor An heard this, a smile that was both bitter and happy appeared on his face, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, moving his smile lines.

Then he reached out to adjust his glasses, his fingers sliding lightly across the frame: "You really don't look like a student who just graduated from high school.

(End of this chapter)