Chapter 178 Targeting Rush Hour 2

The early morning light woke Chen An up.

I looked at the watch beside the bed and it was still early.

He lifted the quilt, stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, then covered himself again.

Chen An touched the scratches on his back, and even now he still felt some slight tingling and burning sensation.

"How come this claw is so sharp?" Chen An lightly touched a scratch on the edge and immediately felt a stinging sensation.

After complaining quietly, he quickly took it back.

Then he turned around.

He looked at Zeng Li who was still sleeping, and helped her cover up her exposed body.

Normally, it looks like it's coming with great force, but I didn't expect it to start crying when it really hits me. It scratched me so hard that I don't know if any flesh has fallen off.

Chen An found a mirror and took a look. Fortunately, most of the wounds were just scratches and had already formed scabs.

Three of the scratches went directly from the neck on the back to the lower left waist, which was also the place Chen An had just touched, and the scratches were the deepest.

When looking in the mirror, Chen An saw Zeng Li making a noise on the bed behind him, then she turned her head but remained silent. He knew that she had woken up.

But I didn't disturb her and let her pretend on her own.

He tiptoed and put on his clothes gently to avoid making excessive movements. After putting on his clothes, Chen An opened the door and went downstairs.

Before Zhao Xiong arrives, heat up the cooked rice, fry it again, and make some fried rice with egg.

While Chen An was eating, he made her a cup of brown sugar water with red dates and longans to see if it could replenish her blood. After she finished eating, he brought her the rice and other dishes.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw that the other person was still pretending, so I slapped the lifted quilt. I heard a scream of "Ah!" and Zeng Li finally opened her eyes.

"Stop pretending. You've scratched my scars. Drink the rice and sugar water before going to sleep!" Chen An did not indulge her and asked her to eat quickly.

Zeng Li rubbed her slapped butt and said sadly, "Be gentle, it hurts so much."

"I was already gentle enough, but you were too harsh and scratched my back."

After saying that, Chen An looked at his watch and said again: "Rest for a while after eating. I have something to do at the Central Film Academy today. After eating, lie down and take a nap."

"Hmm~" Zeng Li, who was lying on the bed, picked up the rice plate and started eating directly on the bed, chewing and nodding.

After Zhao Xiong arrived, Chen An gave Zeng Li some instructions and went out.

After getting in the car, Chen An sat up straight, not daring to lean back on the chair.

The posture was difficult and uncomfortable. Chen An endured it for a long time before he arrived at China Film Academy and got out of the car quickly.

He put on a mask and walked into the building. After pulling down the mask and scanning his face, the staff quickly let Chen An go upstairs.

Chen An knocked on the door skillfully and then opened it directly, then walked into the other party’s office.

"Oh, the international big director finally has time to meet me, his old partner." Han Sanping, who had been waiting for a long time, teased as soon as he saw Chen An in his attire.

"No matter how big of a director you are, I will still come if you give me a call." Chen An ignored the other party's joke and took off his disguise and threw it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Han Sanping suddenly stood up and walked around the desk in front of him to the sofa, saying as he walked: "I thought you would never come back. You are so successful in Hollywood that you don't think highly of small stalls in China."

"In my opinion, the domestic market is much bigger than Hollywood. The number of screens has increased several times in just a few years. It is only a matter of time before it surpasses Hollywood."

The number of screens has increased more than in the previous life due to the release of "My Sassy Girl". From a few hundred in the 02s, it has risen to about now, almost catching up with the original number of screens in .

Han Sanping, who was sitting on the sofa, handed Chen An a cigarette skillfully. "Why are you hiding in Hollywood all day long? You have released three movies in a row, but there is no news in China." "Take your time. I will make some US dollars abroad first, get into Hollywood, and then take the domestic team to Hollywood to learn a few tricks. It's wrong for you to lead by example, brother Han."

Chen An's words have always been so eloquent that Han Sanping has nothing to say, but he just treats it as nonsense.

The only thing you want is to make some US dollars first.

"I'll go over and take a look at the finished film later. It has been sent back and fully edited into a film."

"No problem, but have you booked a showtime?"

"It's already been booked. I heard it'll be released during the Lunar New Year holiday, December 14th."

Chen An had discussed this matter with him in advance over the phone. It could be released during the Lunar New Year holiday, which is also one of the largest schedules in the country today.

Chen An nodded, "Well, in August I will ask Warner Sony, MK2 and some other film companies to come and buy the film."

"August? Are you sure?" Previously, copyrights sold in mainland China were basically sold after the film was released, Han Sanping asked curiously.

"I met Zhang Ziyi after the Oscars. Van Loon's Rush Hour 2 is almost finished filming. This hot series sequel will most likely be released in the summer in North America. If the movie is a big hit, Van Loon's fame alone can make millions more dollars."

Han Sanping thought about Chen An's news for a while. He knew the performance of Fang Long's "Rush Hour", which grossed over 100 million in North America and 240 million worldwide.

As long as the sequel to a successful movie is not too bad, the second part will not perform too badly.

"That's right, Fang Long made the right choice. It's a little more expensive than choosing Jet Li, but if his second movie is a success, he can make a lot more money. And with you here now, I'm afraid I can directly recover the cost."

After thinking it through, Han Sanping patted Chen An's shoulder happily. This was really good news.

Although he cares about the domestic market, it would be better if he could recover the costs in advance, and not only that, he might even make a huge profit directly.

Originally, the idea was just to break even. After all, this is the first film in mainland China with an investment of 1.5 million US dollars, nearly million RMB. It is basically impossible to recover the cost in the domestic market, and the company mainly relies on selling copyrights overseas.

As for whether he would fail in the domestic market, he never thought about it. Instead, he was thinking about what height he would reach. This is the confidence that Chen An has always given him.

Even more confident than Chen An himself.

The two continued chatting for a while, then went downstairs to the screening room to watch the finished film of "Time and Space Clues".

Chen An, who couldn't lean on his back, watched the film by sitting and standing at times, and had a good experience.

The rhythm is tight, the soundtrack is excellent, and the viewing experience is very good.

Chen An, who stood to finish watching, nodded and said, "It's ready to be released. I don't have anything else I want to change."

"Well then, let's finalize this version. The promotion will begin soon. You don't need to go to Hollywood for now."

"No problem, there are no plans for now, I can cooperate with the publicity."

Currently, Chen An is waiting for the dividends from "Million Dollar Baby" to arrive and is considering other films or news about Batman, but there will probably be no news in the short term.

Han Sanping nodded as he had someone put the film away for safekeeping. "Okay, you'll be busy for now. I've blocked all the meetings you received before, so now you have to go by yourself."

After saying that, he smiled and patted Chen An's shoulder, indicating that it was time for you to finish.

As one of the leading directors in the country, Chen An's participation in official meetings has been almost zero in recent years, except for occasional attendance in the early days.

I haven't been there much since I went to Hollywood, so I can't postpone it.

　Thanks for the votes for the boss

　　
　
(End of this chapter)