On the phone, Boss Cai's tone was much gentler than when he had just encountered the "Travel Restriction Order", and was almost the same as usual.

"After a while, I plan to organize all the leading actors to go to Formosa to participate in promotional activities."

"Have you got time to attend recently?"

When Boss Cai asked this question, he felt a little humble.

Generally, actors will have clauses regarding cooperating with publicity written into their contracts before filming begins, and Zhang Yuan is no exception.

For other people, she just needed to inform, but for him it became an inquiry.

On the one hand, they also have investment shares, not just actors.

Secondly, he is really busy, and Boss Cai is well aware of this.

And no one can be left out of the publicity, since he is the leading male role after all.

This is why Zhang Yuan does not intend to be just an actor.

Actors are merely tools of capital, but those actors who later set up their own personal studios can become partners of capital and gain a certain degree of freedom.

Boss Cai was not that polite to the leading female character Liu Qianqian, but his attitude towards him was different from that towards others.

"Let me do the math and free up a few days." Zhang Yuan counted on his fingers. Time was indeed tight.

He has to participate in this event, which is equivalent to standing up for himself.

"The film can sell millions in Taiwan, at least we can make some money back."

"Just like you thought before, I contacted the TV stations that are still producing game shows under the travel restriction order," Boss Cai continued.

"Both Shancheng TV and Modu TV agreed to buy the film, but the price was very low."

"I'm only willing to give less than 100 million."

Zhang Yuan was not surprised at all. It was normal to take advantage of someone's misfortune. Besides, the other party had already given him some money, just a little less.

The situation in this film now is like a beggar who doesn't mind if the food is rotten, he has to eat it first.

After finishing the conversation with Tang Ren, Zhang Yuan roughly calculated that the money given by Taiwan and two mainland TV stations for purchasing the film was still a little short of recovering the investment.

"We can only take our time."

He was confident and not panicking at all.

If the news brought by Tangren was neither good nor bad, then the content of the next phone call was definitely good news.

"Teacher Zhang, our play is a hit!"

The caller was from New Element Company, whose shares he had just "swallowed" by 70%, which was also the troupe that rehearsed "If You Want to Eat Mahua, I'll Twist It for You First".

"Now Erqi Theater has one show every day, and the attendance rate has reached more than 70%!"

That's how much money I spent to create this momentum!

One or two celebrities were invited to the stage every day for more than a month, and money was spent to send people in. In a short period of time, the stage play "If You Want to Eat Mahua, I'll Twist It for You First" became well-known in the capital.

No one knows what the play is about.

But the audience knows that if they go to see this play, they will meet the stars.

Good wine needs no bush!

Don’t worry about how he came, just lure him in first.

He sat down, looked, and felt better, so he came back naturally.

Zhang Chen on the other end of the phone is still sighing.

How much does this cost!
It seems that what Zhang Yuan said before, that he would use millions of funds to promote this troupe, was indeed true!

But what Zhang Chen didn't understand was that according to the current box office, the daily income was only about four or five thousand, and taking into account rest, the New Year holidays, and extreme weather... the annual income would be at most a little over one million.

This is still income, not profit, let alone net profit!
He always felt that it would take Zhang Yuan several years to make a profit from what he did.

In fact, the reason why he felt this way was because he and Zhang Yuan had different ways of settling accounts.

He only looks at cash flow, while Zhang Yuan looks at the company's valuation.

Zhang Chen didn’t understand that a company’s profitability and valuation are not necessarily positively correlated.

Even Penguin Group couldn't find a profit point at the beginning, but as long as investments continued to flow in, the company's market value would continue to rise.

Zhang Chen thinks like a manager, while Zhang Yuan thinks like an investor, so naturally what they see and think are different.

I put down my phone and took a hot bath in the hotel room to relieve all the stress.

"There aren't many scenes left here. We should be able to finish it in a few days."

"After that, I have to go to audition for A World Without Thieves."

"I still have to go to Formosa... a lot of things to do."

"correct!"

Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered that he had told Cheng Hao before that he wanted to open an agency.

He quickly took out his cell phone and called Wang Baoqiang.

"Hey, big brother!"

He quickly held the phone a little further away from his ear.

His voice is still as loud as ever.

"How are you doing recently? Is there any new play looking for you?"

"Yes." Baoqiang replied immediately.

"There are several film crews looking for me to act in a play!"

"That's good..." Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "Let's push them all off."

Wang Baoqiang: ???

"What?"

"Do you believe me?"

"Of course I believed it. If you hadn't introduced me, I would still be working at a construction site moving bricks to earn money." Baoqiang replied excitedly.

He knew that if he hadn't had Zhang Yuan, his mentor, to introduce him to the crew of Blind Well, he would probably still be living under a tree in front of the Beijing Film Studio, and would have to do odd jobs from time to time to earn money to make a living.

[Received thanks from Wang Baoqiang, martial arts foundation +1! ]

"Okay, since you believe me, I believe you too." Zhang Yuan said with a smile, "I believe you will become the most famous actor in China in the future."

"Really?" It was said so loudly that Baoqiang was a little confused.

"Then do you want to save money and build a house in your hometown?"

"miss you!"

"Do you want to marry a beautiful wife who doesn't cheat?"

"I want to!" After Wang Baoqiang agreed, he always felt that Zhang Yuan's adding of the qualifier was a bit strange.

“Do you want to buy an imported car, drive it home, and show off in front of your fellow villagers?”

"I miss you so much!"

Zhang Yuan nodded. At present, Wang Baoqiang is still a young man just starting out.

You tell him that he is worth hundreds of millions and has won many awards, but these things are too far away and too unrealistic for him.

On the contrary, it is the simple idea of ​​"bringing honor to the family" of those rural people, that is, a wife, a house, and a car, which can arouse his mood more.

"Then listen to me. I plan to open a company to serve you and help you get roles and advertisements."

He was the only one at the beginning, so we are serving him exclusively. This is the art of speaking.

"company?"

"What company?" Baoqiang didn't quite understand and was very cautious.

"Agency, you sign a contract with me, and I will be responsible for taking care of you, helping you get roles, and planning your career path."

"But, can I get a role myself?"

"The dramas you take are all low-budget TV series or movies, and the roles you play are all insignificant supporting roles, and the pay is also very low."

"It's about five or six thousand, which is a lot!" Baoqiang was very excited when he mentioned the money. His salary for "Blind Shaft" was only 2000, and now it can be doubled, which is indeed a lot for him.

The criterion for judging anything is people-oriented. Five or six thousand is only enough for Zhang Yuan to treat those celebrities to a meal as a small price to pay for building relationships.

For Baoqiang, this is equivalent to his income from carrying bricks at a construction site for half a year!
So we can’t blame the lower classes for having low awareness and narrow vision; it’s all due to the pressures of life.

"Haha, what if I can increase your salary a hundred times?" Zhang Yuan threw out these tempting baits.

"One hundred times!" Even with the phone on the line, Zhang Yuan could still see him drooling with excitement: "That's 50,000 yuan!"

Zhang Yuan: …

Have I met an illiterate person?
"It's five hundred thousand, not fifty thousand!" He was almost defeated by the other party.

"What, five hundred thousand?" Baoqiang's accent from his hometown in Hebei came out.

Baoqiang's voice, which was already a little out of tune, was completely broken.

Half a million!
How much does that cost?
It’s enough to build a row of three-story Western-style houses in my hometown.

Jinfeng from the next village got married last year, and the bride price was only 10,000 yuan, which is enough to marry 50 wives!
"It's not just about the money. This is Feng Xiaogang's crew, and the main person is Liu Dehua."

“Really!”

It was a broken voice just now, now it's a scream.

Who is Liu Dehua?

Big stars, the Four Heavenly Kings.

Can I act with him?
It’s worth it even if you don’t pay!

Step by step, sentence by sentence, Zhang Yuan slowly unfolded the increasingly exciting chips in front of Wang Baoqiang.

Not to mention that he is a rookie with no education and no background.

If Zhang Yuan is willing, he can use the opportunity to act with King Liu as bait to ensure that a bunch of female students from professional colleges will actively climb into his bed with him every day.

"Will you hang out with me?"

"with!"

"Okay, then it's settled. When I return to the imperial capital, we'll discuss this in detail."

I put down my phone, put my head in my hands, and felt like I had finally gotten over something.

He had long known that even if he filled his work schedule to the utmost, he could not make much money on his own.

Of course you need to find a group of people to help you make money!

Just like the Deyuan Society, the Drama Society, and Wang Baoqiang...

"Alas, Zhao Decai is still better than me in planning for the future."

"He got high first with the resources in his hands, and had women on his left and right. Every time I saw him, the female secretary was different."

beep, beep...

Just as he thought of this, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

He asked as he went to open the door, and then...

I saw an actress standing outside the house.

It was Miss Ren, who played the woman of the Crocodile Gang boss and whose buttocks he had rubbed and flattened dozens of times.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yuan just said it and felt that he was asking unnecessary questions.

At this time, she appeared outside his door, dressed up, and thought of his hot and twisting body during the filming...

"Thank you for the scene just now." As he spoke, he blinked his foxy eyes vigorously: "You taught me a lot."

Tsk tsk tsk tsk.

This gorgeous look...

But Zhang Yuan thought again, his recent condition has been really average. He shot hundreds of shots today and now he is the type who can fall asleep as soon as his head touches the pillow.

"Forget it, let's just work hard."

"Don't get too tired. You won't be able to shoot well tomorrow."

Although this is my weakness, I am a good actor with a sense of responsibility.

"You acted very well too. I hope we can work together again in the future if there is a chance."

His intention of sending the guest away was very clear, and I believed the other party would understand.

But the next second, Miss Ren slowly opened her mouth.

"I borrowed the cheongsam costume from the crew, and I want you to help me rehearse tomorrow's scene. Please teach me well..." When the other party said this, his voice was almost like a fox.

hiss……

She is wearing cheongsam, no, she is so eager to learn, it is hard to refuse her kindness!
You can’t fight human nature.

I want to challenge my weak spot.

"Please come in!"

The women of the Crocodile Gang boss are very smooth.

……

The next day, on set.

"Head."

"Hit him on the head."

"Make a name for yourself!"

"Hit him."

"Hit the hell!"

Zhang Yuan was dressed similarly to his usual outfit, except that his hair was a little messy.

In front of him, Stephen Chow was holding a broken mahogany decorative column, clenching it with both hands, looking nervous.

boom!
Master Xing turned around, picked up the decorative column, and hit Zhang Yuan hard on the head.

Of course, this was a borrowed shot. As soon as the other party made a move, he turned his head away.

Otherwise, no one would be able to bear a strong blow.

"Do you want me to beat him or his mother?"

"You've made me so confused!"

"Cut!" The assistant director called for a stop, and the two went to the monitor to watch the replay.

"You're in really good shape today." After watching for a while, Stephen Chow turned around and praised him.

"Especially the feeling of pale face, panic and weakness, it was acted so realistically."

How can you say it's acting?

I spent the whole night playing with Miss Qipao last night. Except for under the bed, the room was full of miracles of life.

The fact that he can still act while standing is sufficient proof of his strong physical foundation.

"Okay, you still have three days of drama to go."

“But they are all long shots without dialogues, so you can relax a little.” Stephen Chow smiled and patted his shoulder.

To be honest, Stephen Chow felt a little reluctant when he thought that Zhang Yuan’s role was about to end.

From now on, there will be no one to help me with the details of the shots.

Thinking about it, Stephen Chow felt that he and Zhang Yuan had a sense of like-mindedness.

"Oh, they are all distant views..."

"That means I can start to recover my strength."

He moved his neck.

"Okay, Zhao Zhilin and Shi Xingyu."

"You two crude warriors, wait for me!" (End of this chapter)