He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

Simultaneously.

Filming for "The Story of Rose" has wrapped.

The wrap party was held at a private restaurant in Yanjing.

Director Feng booked the entire floor, and the lobby was packed with hundreds of people from the film crew.

After several months of filming, everyone got a tan.

But they were so familiar with each other that it was as if they had known each other for years.

After a few rounds of dishes, Director Feng stood up, holding a wine glass and a microphone, and cleared his throat.

"I'd like to express my gratitude to the entire crew first. You've all worked so hard these past few months. 'The Story of Rose' is the smoothest film I've ever made, bar none."

He paused for a moment.

"But today I want to thank one person in particular."

Director Feng's gaze swept across the tables and landed on Ye Mo.

Ye Mo came here specifically to accompany Liu Yifei today.

The post-production promotion and roadshow for "Raging Storm" were all handled by Zhang Songwen and his team.

Anyway, their characters are more popular than An Xin's, so let them capitalize on this wave of popularity.

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The venue at this moment.

"Director Ye, you are nominally the producer, but you do much more than that. When you visit the set, you help me adjust the camera positions. When we shoot kissing scenes, you help me analyze the lens focal length. You even teach me how to use lighting to make the actors' skin texture look more natural. I have been making films in this industry for twenty years, and this is the first time I have been taught something on set and I am completely convinced by your teaching."

Director Feng raised his glass, and Ye Mo raised his glass in return.

"I've reserved the producer position for your next film. I won't start filming unless you come."

The audience erupted in applause.

Everyone knows the answer!

Director Feng's directing ability is beyond doubt; otherwise, the investors wouldn't have let him come.

After all, the production team is full of big names.

But saying these words was clearly a way of praising Ye Mo.

To build a good relationship!

That old bastard is incredibly cunning.

Wan Qian sat next to Liu Yifei, tilting her head to look at him.

"I've known Director Feng for several years. At the wrap party, he thanked the cinematographer, the lighting technician, and the investors, but he never thanked anyone individually. Your Ye Mo came a few times and won the director over."

Zhu Zhu peeked over from the other side, still clutching a piece of brown sugar glutinous rice cake in his hand.

"One actor won over the director, and the other director satisfied the entire crew. Together, they were the ultimate conquerors of the film crew."

Amid the applause, Liu Yifei smiled dignifiedly, turned her head slightly, and whispered something to Ye Mo beside her.

"I'll treat you to hot pot tonight."

"I just had a big meal at the wrap party."

"It was me who invited you."

Ye Mo looked at her and smiled.

"Okay."

The wrap party ended at 10 p.m.

Ye Mo didn't go to eat hot pot.

Liu Yifei was dragged along by Wan Qian and Zhu Zhu to continue the party. Three women make a drama, so he didn't want to be an audience member.

The next morning, at the Mersey Media office.

Sister Zhang sat across from the desk, with a folder spread out in front of her. Inside were a draft contract for the second round of broadcasting rights of "Raging Waves" and letters of intent for several brand endorsements.

She was reporting to Ye Mo item by item when her phone vibrated twice. She glanced down at it and turned off the vibration for the time being.

She was shaken twice more after a short while, and then she pressed the button again.

"It's alright, please continue."

"It's nothing urgent. Several TV stations are urging me to sign contracts, so I'll be back in a bit. The film and television company wants to discuss IP adaptation cooperation, and their offer is 30% higher than the market price. As for brand endorsements, as long as we finish filming before the Lunar New Year season, there's plenty of time."

Ye Mo nodded.

"Let's not talk about that now, Sister Zhang. I need to start preparing for the next movie."

The pen in Sister Zhang's hand stopped on the paper.

"What?"

"The script for 'Dying to Survive' has been revised. It's a realistic story about leukemia patients who can't afford the original drugs and go to India to buy generic ones."

Sister Zhang put the pen on the table, leaned back in her chair, and looked at Ye Mo with an expression as if to confirm whether he was joking.

She was silent for a moment, then spoke in a tone that was as devoid of emotion as possible, but with each word spoken more slowly than usual.

"You're not making TV dramas anymore?"

"The broadcast of 'The Storm' is over, now it's time for the movie."

"The drama 'Raging Waves' just broke through the ceiling of domestic dramas, CCTV's ratings record was broken, six satellite TV stations were vying for the second-run broadcast rights, and the Political and Legal Affairs Commission praised it. Now you're taking advantage of the momentum to make another TV series. People are scrambling to broadcast any kind of subject matter. Why do you have to switch to movies? You've never made a movie before and haven't made any money. You'll have to rebuild your team and raise investment again. Realistic subjects are even harder to sell."

Ye Mo leaned back in his chair, waiting for her to finish speaking.

"You're right about everything, but I want to make this story into a film."

Sister Zhang looked into his eyes; she had seen that expression before.

The last time I saw him was when he was about to film "The Storm".

Back then, everyone was saying that as a movie actor, switching to television dramas would definitely lead to a disaster.

There's no need to recall what happened after that.

Did you bring the script?

Ye Mo took the script out of his bag and handed it over.

Sister Zhang turned to the first page and read a few lines.

Turning to the second page, my finger stopped.

She looked up when she turned to the fifth page.

"What is the approximate investment budget?"

"It's a medium-sized production, not counting special effects, mainly focusing on the actors and sets. I plan to use all the main actors who are truly talented, without using popular actors or wasting money."

Sister Zhang nodded, quickly making a mental calculation.

"When will preparations begin?"

"next week."

The pre-production work for "The Storm" took a long time.

There was nothing we could do; we were broke back then!

Things are different now. With money, forming a team is a piece of cake.

"Next week?" Before Sister Zhang could finish speaking, her phone vibrated again.

This time she simply ignored it, rubbing her temples: "I'll contact the production team for you this afternoon, and we'll finish the initial screening of your abilities tonight."

Since he's going to do it, we have no choice but to fully support him.

After all, he had seen the way Ye Mo had come from.

Ye Mo reached out his hand, signaling her to stop.

"Sister Zhang, hold on, there's something else."

"Is there anything else?"

"About your salary."

Sister Zhang was stunned for a moment.

His fingers were still on his temples when he lowered them, his expression shifting from a working state to one of confusion.

"You started mentoring me from 'Infernal Affairs.' You negotiated roles and reviewed contracts. Later, when I became a director, you were the production coordinator for 'The Storm,' you oversaw budget control, you were the main negotiator for the second-run broadcast rights, and you were the one who brought up the film preparation. When I said I wanted to make 'Dying to Survive,' you also helped me find a production team."

Ye Mo paused for a moment.

"This is not the work of an agent; you've actually been doing half the work of a producer."

Sister Zhang didn't say anything.

"From now on, your salary will be divided into two parts: your base salary will be doubled, plus 5% of the net profit from the second-run broadcast rights of 'Crazy Storm,' which will not be considered salary but rather a bonus."

Ye Mo knew very well that there were no such things in the world as wanting a horse to run fast without feeding it.

Only when the horse is well-fed will it have the strength to run.

The main reason is that it's so easy for Sister Zhang to use.

After hearing this, Sister Zhang remained silent for a full five seconds.

Her eyes were slightly red.

It wasn't that kind of tearful, red.

If you look closely, you can see that the edge of the eye socket is slightly moist, but you can't see it from a distance.

"Ye Mo".

"Um."

Do you know how much five percent is?

"I know, I've calculated it."

"That's enough for you to know." She picked up the pen from the table, closed the folder in front of her, and stood up to leave.

He paused at the door without turning around, and said, "I'll start contacting the production team this afternoon. Don't waste your time on these trivial matters. Those who want to make movies should go make movies, and those who want to negotiate contracts should go negotiate contracts."

The door closed.

She dared not linger, fearing that she might burst into uncontrollable joy in front of Ye Mo.

Even at 5%, the minimum dividend is tens of millions.

Happiness comes so suddenly!

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