my wife is a showman

Chapter 107
"How about this, let's sit on the balcony, so as not to smoke them, and talk to you."

"Okay, thank you Brother Han."

Liu Yuyan leaned on the sofa, twirled her braids with her index finger, looked at Xu Lang, and said with a smile, "He really works hard."

Normal people would pay great attention to saving face in such occasions, and would not be so eager to look for opportunities.

"Sure, if you don't enter the industry for a few months, let Sister Shishi and Brother Long sign the contract." Ma Ke said sourly.

Tang Sinuo opened his hands quickly and vividly.

"I heard that when he is not working, he trains fifteen or sixteen hours a day, every day."

"Who did you hear that from?" Ma Ke asked suspiciously.

"Oh...well, his agent Zhao Xiaoyang said it when he recorded the show last time."

Tang Sinuo came back quickly. She felt very sad. She wanted to cheer Xu Lang up, but she was always worried that her secret would be revealed.

"Let's talk, I'll go and accompany the children."

"You really treat yourself like a child." Ma Ke tugged Tang Sinuo.

"I'm just a child, and I can't get involved in your adults' conversations."

"It's nice to be young."

Liu Yuyan seemed to see her young self from Tang Sinuo, with collagen on her face, she dared to get close-ups without makeup, she was too late, and now she has reached her [-]s.

Although her status is higher than that of everyone sitting here, but thinking about it carefully, all the memories of youth are in the movies and TV dramas, and the little fairy is almost turning into a queen mother.

Xu Lang brewed his Dahongpao and poured tea for Zhang Yuhan.

"The director is about your age. He once made a low-cost literary film and won some small film festival awards, so the project team approved 1000 million yuan for him. The supporting mentor is Xu Bo. He hasn't signed yet. This amount of money can’t afford anything famous.”

"What story?" Xu Lang asked.

"He wants to adapt Mr. Lao She's "Broken Soul Gun", and he doesn't need copyright fees. He has already obtained the authorization and can gain popularity."

"This is a short story. There are only three characters, Sha Zilong, Old Man Sun, and Wang Sansheng. The plot is simple and there are no dramatic conflicts. It doesn't cost much to make it, but if it doesn't change a lot, it won't be interesting." Xu Xu Lang analyzed.

"You know everything." Zhang Yuhan said with a smile.

"When I was in school, I wrote a review after reading it."

"He doesn't need to watch something, he just wants to make an obscure stream of consciousness and take it to the exhibition. Some directors can't make blockbuster films, so they live by earning a small amount of money. The project team has already signed an agreement with the theater. During the off-season , arrange a small number of screenings."

"Are you guaranteed to be able to go to theaters?" Xu Lang's eyes lit up.

"That's what it says at the moment, but it's just for show. People don't need money for electricity and rent in theaters. If the attendance rate doesn't meet the standard, you will be offline immediately."

Normally, it is difficult for this kind of low-budget movie to get into theaters, and there are no big stars, and it is not good-looking, and it is rushing to lose money.

"Actually, there is no conflict between the ornamental quality of the work and the ideological quality of the work. The works of those great directors take both into account." Xu Lang analyzed.

"It's useless, I don't count, that kid is very stubborn."

"Brother Han, you said that if I get him some investment, can I participate?" Xu Lang asked.

"This kind of costume drama is very expensive, but this director is quite stubborn, so he may not accept your investment."

"Doesn't the project team want to make money?"

"This project fund has a public welfare form. It is good to make money, but losing money is not a big problem. It is all the money allocated by major film and television companies, theaters, and related departments. After spending it, it will be wiped out."

"Can you give him your contact information so I can chat with him?" Xu Lang persisted.

"How about this, you and I will go to Lao Xu's house to pay New Year's greetings tomorrow, I am not familiar with that director."

"Thank you so much."

"If it were you, how would you change it?" Zhang Yuhan asked tentatively.

Xu Lang took two sips of tea, put down the tea set, thought for a while, and said:

"Set the background of the story to a specific point, such as 1860 when the Old Summer Palace was burned, so that there will be more points to watch, and then add a few characters around the bodyguard, as long as it does not violate the core idea that the original work wants to express."

"The original book is too sad. Apart from the text, no one reads this kind of literary work now, and the audience doesn't like to read it after filming. Everyone just goes to the cinema to have fun." Zhang Yuhan analyzed.

"I think it can still be changed. The plot can be sublimated and the action scenes more exciting. The role of Wang Sansheng has comedic potential, and may be scolded by others, but it is a kind of courage in itself to put famous works on the screen."

"As long as the movie is good, it can always make a box office of [-] to [-] million, and that's not bad."

Xu Lang has already started to imagine.

Zhang Yuhan patted Xu Lang on the shoulder and stood up, and said with a smile, "Little brother, it's not that easy to earn a box office of [-] to [-] million yuan. Hot."

"Brzezinski's theory of netou music."

"You know, it can really attract investment. You can find a small production to be the protagonist. Don't waste time on that guy."

Xu Lang nodded, but did not speak.

He also thought about this kind of adaptation method. When he was studying, he imagined in his mind, if Mr. Lu Xun's "A New Story" was made into a movie, how should it be changed to make it look good.

It's just that I don't have money and status now, so I don't have the qualifications to try like this.

Ma Ke answered the phone and hurried to open the door. Someone came to visit.

"Brother Hua is here."

Wearing a black woolen coat, the superstar Hua Ge actually celebrated the New Year in Jingzhou.

"Happy New Year everyone."

"Happy New Year, Brother Hua."

"I'm in the box upstairs, and I'm here to wish everyone a New Year."

Zhang Yuhan smiled and said, "Brother Hua, why are you celebrating the New Year in Jingzhou?"

"Didn't I decorate a suite this year, and bring my family to the new house for the New Year."

"It's in our community." Ma Ke said with a smile.

"We will be neighbors in the future, please take care of me."

"Brother Hua, sing us a song when you come, everyone is too embarrassed to open their voices." Liu Yuyan laughed.

"We started singing a long time ago. Can we play games? Those who lose will sing."

"Brother Hua, I grew up listening to your songs, let's play one." Zhang Yuhan said with a smile.

"seriously?"

Brother Hua looked confused, you are not much younger than me at your age.

He became famous early, no one in this room has a fan of him, when he was popular, it was the peak of Xiangjiang Entertainment.

At that time, Zhang Yuhan was still a voice actor, Xu Lang was playing in mud in open crotch pants, and young people like Tang Sinuo, Ma Ke and Ma Kai were not even born yet.

"How about playing a game, you order songs, and whoever I order will drink, okay?"

Brother Hua is also very face-saving, holding the microphone and waiting for everyone to order songs.

The atmosphere immediately rose, and everyone applauded quickly.

Chinese New Year? You have to have some fun.

"Forgetful Water." Ma Kai said.

He didn't know much about Brother Hua, so he knew that this song was well known.

This is the case when ordering songs. When you sing them, you seem to have heard them all. When you really order them, your brain will stop.

"Hey, I'm tired of singing Wang Qing Shui."

"Ice rain." Ni Yi said, raising her hand.

"Singing about ice rain during the New Year's Eve, I'm old, I can't stop shouting."

"Then Gong Xi Fa Cai." Zhang Yuhan said.

"I listen to it every Spring Festival, and I'm tired of it."

Brother Hua is almost forty years old, and he is very good at controlling the atmosphere. After a series of rejections, he actually played the game with a sense of tension.

"My true demeanor." Xu Lang shouted casually.

　Thanks to "Beacon of Light" for the reward. In fact, everyone can reward characters, such as the hero, which is the same, and you can also gain more popularity and attract more readers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)