Huayu: Enjoy Yourself

Chapter 92 Chen An Gets Caught

After knocking skillfully, Chen An opened the door and went inside.

In the familiar room, the other person was writing something with their head down, and only looked up after Chen An closed the door.

"So, you've decided to make the movie I mentioned?"

"We will make a movie, but not the kind you're talking about."

Chen An sat down on the sofa next to him with practiced ease.

"For winning a prize?" Han Sanping thought for a moment and said.

"That's right, I want to ask you if you'd be willing to put the name of Beijing Film Studio on it, or use China Film Group?" Chen An directly picked up the cigarette pack on the table, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

The name of the merger has already been decided, it's just that the other party hasn't taken office yet.

Han Sanping also stood up, walked to the sofa and sat down. "Why, besides me, who else did you find?"

Xi'an Film Studio would like to borrow some people.

"How many?"

"It's just an award-contending film, we don't even know if it will be released, we didn't plan to make much money from it, so we gave them 5%."

Chen An made no attempt to hide anything; he was open about all of these things.

"Let's hang it in the factory. I'll do the same thing as them. If it's released and distributed, leave it to me," Han Sanping said after thinking for a moment.

Since that's what they said, Han Sanping didn't say anything more.

He just needed to get more distribution rights, and coincidentally, he also took office at China Film Group Corporation at that time.

"No problem." Chen An nodded.

Chen An has no expectations for the film's box office performance; he would only be interested if it won some major awards.

Distribution is simply a cut from box office revenue.

"Brother, what the country needs right now is successful commercial films to stimulate the market. We should focus on that," Han Sanping said after the discussion.

He felt that Chen An was really wasting a lot of money by making these art films.

Although the awards are great, he now only wants to expand and strengthen his business, create new glories, and push box office records higher and higher.

Seeing "Titanic" hanging high above me every day feels like a lump in my throat; the box office record in my own country is held by a foreign language film.

Moreover, it is far ahead, with an almost overwhelming advantage.

Although I knew you were great before, it was still good to use your talent to stimulate the film market. But you seem to have gone a bit too far, which is really annoying.

Chen An shook his head. "You overestimate me. You make me sound like a savior. The market is only so big, and it's chaotic. I don't have the confidence to produce big-budget productions."

Moreover, Chen An believes that commerce and art are not contradictory. Even Hollywood has always supported art films and independent films. Commerce is just the mainstream, not the whole picture.

Every film has its own audience.

When Chen An came out, the sky was already ablaze with rosy clouds.

In the office, Han Sanping kept talking to Chen An.

He only came out now. Zhao Xiong was no longer in the car, but standing by the car smoking and getting some fresh air.

"Let's go, Brother Zhao," Chen An said, then got into the car.

After starting the car, Zhao Xiong turned around and asked, "Are you going to be driven straight back to the company?"

"Just take me home, you don't need to go back to the company. You can go home first." Chen An rolled down the car window and slumped into the seat.

I spent the whole afternoon talking to the other person, and it was all about their thoughts.

Sometimes Chen Anzhen felt that the other party was overestimating him; without conquering the North American market, it would be difficult to break even.

Currently, there are only two candidates who can handle that market: Li Lianjie or Hendrik Willem Van Loon. It's better to find one of them than to look for yourself.

The North American translation of "Hero" is the same as the former's English title, because North American buyers felt that only in this way would people watch it.

Even Zhang Yimou, one of the top directors in China, couldn't get away with protesting against the three major European directors who had won two Golden Lions and one Golden Bear. They simply ignored him.

It's hard to say whether it would have sold for that much money without Jet Li.

Not only did it undergo a year-long domestic publicity campaign and various crackdowns on piracy, but it also signed contracts with major cinema chains to provide security for the film copies.

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Ultimately, it accounted for a quarter of the total box office for the year, amounting to only 2.5 million yuan.

Even with domestic box office revenue alone, they haven't broken even.

Looking at it this way, the box office success of that big ship is nothing short of a miracle.

When Chen An got home, he noticed the lights were on and couldn't help but swallow hard.

Besides himself, he only gave the key to his house to two other people: Chen Wei and Yu Jinghong.

However, the latter had never been here before.

Chen Wei always calls me when he comes, so I knew without a doubt that it would be the latter this time.

After unlocking the door with the key, Chen An pushed it open and went inside.

Passing through the gate and into the courtyard, I saw the house with lights shining through it—my own room, with a warm yellow light emanating from the open window.

A beautiful woman stood at the window, resting her chin on her hand, looking down at the figure walking in, and smiling slightly.

Looking at Yu Jinghong waiting for him at the window, Chen An could only smile and say, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see, I've been waiting for you for so long, ever since you came back." Standing on the windowsill, Yu Jinghong's beautiful lips curled slightly upwards, exuding charm.

When he was caught, Chen An smiled wryly and said, "I just got back and I've been busy with some things."

The main reason was that a fierce battle had taken place before returning home. It was a hard-fought battle, a battle so intense that the two sides fought to the edge of the world, almost obliterating the Great Dao. They are still in the recovery period.

Yu Jinghong didn't seem to care when she heard the explanation. She propped herself up with her hands and said, "I'll come find you when I'm busy. Aren't you happy?" Then she turned and went downstairs with a smile.

Standing in the courtyard, Chen An watched the other person leave through the window and muttered to himself, "I'm so happy."

After the other person was almost downstairs, he still walked back into the house.

He went inside and reached out to turn on the light switch next to the wall, turning on the lights. Just then, Yu Jinghong walked downstairs.

"I've been waiting for you all afternoon. Cook something first, I'm hungry." The first thing the other person said when they came down was to ask Chen An to cook.

After putting his things down, Chen An turned around and said, "Didn't I already teach you how to cook? Besides, we can go out to eat first. If I come back any later, you'll starve."

"I want to eat what you cook. If you come back any later, I'll keep waiting and make you cook for me even in the middle of the night," Yu Jinghong said, sitting at the table in the middle of the room, propping her chin up with her hand and looking at Chen An from the side.

Chen An hung his coat on the hanger in the corner, rolled up his sleeves, opened the refrigerator, looked at the food inside, and asked, "What would you like to eat? How about some stir-fries?"

"Anything is fine, anyway, everything you make tastes good."

"Then I'll just make something simple."

Although Chen An hadn't eaten either, it was already getting late, so there was no need to make a lavish meal.

I stir-fried two plates of meat, a plate of green vegetables, and made a tomato and egg soup before serving them.

Yu Jinghong didn't mind and started eating. Chen An put his apron down before sitting down at the table and starting to eat as well.

"Another bowl, please." Yu Jinghong, who had finished a bowl of rice in the blink of an eye, handed the empty bowl to Chen An with a straight face.

She gestured for the other person to serve her rice.

Chen An reluctantly took the rice bowl. "It's only a short walk, and you still want me to serve you rice."

"It's right behind you, just grab it if you want."

After serving the rice, I added some more for myself.

Then they continued eating.

After the other person had finished eating, Chen An ate the rest of the dishes. He saved the leftover soup to mix with rice the next morning.

However, after finishing her meal, Yu Jinghong took the empty bowl to the kitchen to wash it, demonstrating a clear division of labor: Chen An cooked while she washed.

Chen An also went into the bathroom, taking a shower to relieve his fatigue after a long day.

After washing his hair, Chen An suddenly heard a knock on the door, and then the door was pushed open from the outside.

(End of this chapter)