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Chapter 241 Falsifying Accounts: Chen Fusheng's Easy Win? (Please Subscribe!)

"The director of 'Dream of the Red Chamber' invited you to play Jia Yuanchun?"

At the Overseas Chinese Apartment, in the Chen family's home, at the dining table, Liu Xiaoli nodded to her husband and then described the purpose of the director and screenwriter of "Dream of the Red Chamber" coming to see them this morning.

"...Zhu Lin agreed on the spot, but I didn't. I originally wanted to refuse, but Director Yang Jie also persuaded me to take it. Later, I also considered that 'Dream of the Red Chamber' is a famous work, so I was a little unsure and said that I needed time to think about it."

After saying that, Liu Xiaoli looked at her husband again: "Do you think I should take this role?"

"It's up to you. If you want to act, then act; if you don't want to act, then we won't act."

"That's the same as saying nothing at all."

Seeing that his wife was dissatisfied with his answer, Chen Fusheng vaguely guessed what she was thinking, so he decided to help her decide: "Actually, Yuan Chun doesn't have many scenes in 'Dream of the Red Chamber'. Even if you take the role, it won't take too much effort. On the contrary, you can have another classic representative work."

"Sister, I think brother-in-law makes sense," the sister-in-law added after Chen Fusheng finished speaking.

Without further hesitation, Liu Xiaoli made up her mind and said, "Alright, if that's the case, then I'll accept it."

At this moment, Yang Hongmei interjected, "Xiao Li, weren't you and Fusheng supposed to be acting in that movie called 'About Time'? Now you're going to be acting in 'Dream of the Red Chamber,' so are we still going to do the movie?"

“Acting,” Chen Fusheng explained to his mother. “The preparation period for ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’ is very long. They’ve only just started casting actors. There’s still a series of training sessions for the actors, costume and prop production, set construction… I dare say, by the time they finish all this preparation work, at least half a year will have passed. In that time, my movie would have already finished filming.”

However, since the topic of his movie had come up, Chen Fusheng looked at his father and asked, "Dad, have you read my script?"

"I've seen it, so what?" Old Chen met his son's gaze, feeling like he was being watched.

"Now that you've seen it, would you be interested in playing my dad in the movie?"

Hearing his son's request, a flicker of interest flashed in Old Chen's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Then he shook his head at Chen Fusheng: "Forget it, I can't act. You should find someone else to act. Besides, I have to work."

“It’s okay if you can’t act, just be yourself… Besides, it’s not like you’re the only one who can’t act.” After saying this, Chen Fusheng glanced at his wife, who noticed his look and pouted at him unconvinced, then also helped to persuade her father-in-law.

However, no matter how much everyone tried to persuade him, Old Chen remained unmoved.

In the end, Chen Fusheng had no choice but to give up.

After dinner, Chen Fusheng checked the revised script of "Passionate Time Traveler" again and finalized it.

……

The following day, the Film Bureau.

Director's Office.

Just as Chen Fusheng was drinking his third cup of tea, Director Shi, who was sitting opposite him, finally put down the script in his hand.

Undoubtedly, this script is Chen Fusheng's "Passing Through Time".

"Time travel..."

Director Shi was still pondering the story in the script when he finally looked up at Chen Fusheng and said, "Your script should belong to the fantasy film genre, right?"

"Hmm~" Chen Fusheng nodded, then gave a more precise description: "Fantasy romance movie."

"Using a fantastical framework of time travel to encapsulate pure love and precious family affection, it must be admitted that this is a great idea and a very good story."

After giving it high praise, Director Shi paused for a moment, then added, "Among so many screenwriters in China, only Xiao Chen could come up with such a unique and refreshing script."

"Director Shi, you flatter me," Chen Fusheng said modestly.

Director Shi waved his hand, then chatted with Chen Fusheng about the script again, before changing the subject and asking about his plans for his trip to the United States.

How many of you are going?

"I signed up for nine."

"So many."

"Not many. If I count myself, plus Li Lianjie and Zhu Lin, that makes three people. There are also accountants, assistants, and others."

"Hey you, isn't Chan Ka-kui going?"

“His name is Cheng Long. He’s going too, but not with us. He’ll fly directly from Hong Kong to Los Angeles and then meet up with us there.”

Director Shi nodded as if he had just realized something.

"The bureau has assigned Comrade Wu Zhifeng to assist you this time, and I wish you all the best in your endeavors."

"Director Shi, you should wish us great box office success."

"Hahaha, yes, yes, the box office is booming..."

Two days later, a flight carrying Chen Fusheng and his group took off from Beijing Capital International Airport, heading towards the other side of the ocean. ...

Los Angeles, USA.

A photography equipment factory in which Warner Bros. holds a stake.

After more than two months of production, the first batch of cinema softboxes has been produced.

Although it's the first batch, in terms of appearance, quality, and performance, it's far superior to the current Chinese-made cinema softboxes.

If the Chinese-made version is version 1.0, then this batch from the US should be considered version 2.0, or even 3.0.
"How's the effect?"

The first batch of orders was also from Warner Bros., so as soon as the factory produced them, they called the group. At this time, the group sent a logistics manager in charge of procurement - James Couch, a middle-aged, obese white man in his forties. After entering the workshop, he inspected the goods and then looked at the factory receptionist and asked.

“Fantastic, Mr. Kuch. This cinema softbox is a great invention for the entire film industry.”

"is it?"

"Of course, we have conducted multiple control experiments, and we believe that you will no longer have any doubts after reading them."

James Couch then watched the control experiment conducted on-site, led by the factory's technicians, and was quite satisfied with the results.

"Not bad, not bad. No wonder the group wanted to purchase 1000 units at once. This thing does significantly improve the quality of movies."

Turning to the factory manager, James Couch asked, "How many of these do you plan to sell?"

"$100."

"How much?" James Couch could hardly believe his ears when he heard the offer. Only $100? That was too low.

Judging from the results just now, he thought it would cost two or three thousand, and he was still thinking about how to lower the price.

Is this the result?

The factory manager, however, thought that James Couch thought their price was too high. Although their price was indeed a bit high compared to their cost of less than $20, they could still offer a discount.

“Mr. Kuch, considering that the group has purchased 1000 units, which is a large quantity, our factory can offer you an additional 5% discount on the $100 per unit. What do you think?”

"and many more……"

Upon hearing that it was indeed $100 and that the other party would offer him a discount, James Couch quickly interrupted them.

A full minute passed before James Couch finally sorted out his thoughts.

Then, he pulled the factory manager aside and whispered a secret plot:

"Hey buddy, how about we make a deal?"

"What deal?"

"I don't want a discount, I want you to raise the price a little, is that okay?"

The factory manager immediately understood upon hearing this.

The other party is trying to make money off the group.

However, the factory manager also wanted to earn this kind of money through unethical means, so he nodded without any qualms and said, "Okay, Mr. Kuchi, how much do you want me to increase the price?"

"Not many, how about we buy one for a thousand?"

"Hiss, you call that not much?"

"So, are you going to earn it or not?"

"How do we divide the profits?"

"I'm nine, you're one."

"No, I want three."

"I'll give you two at most, but don't feel like you're losing out. I also need to grease some palms with this money."

"Okay, two it is. But this way, it will benefit that Chinese guy. How about we do two calculations and still calculate his copyright fee based on the quote of $100 per unit?"

I advise you not to do that.

"why?"

“He has a good relationship with the group now, so it would be easy for him to be exposed. There’s no need to take the risk.”

"All right……"

(End of this chapter)