Hong Kong Movie: Di Qiu is my uncle, rising from the walled city

"Brother Qiang, there are many directors in our company, and many of them are awesome. Among them, the most awesome one is a fat guy named Wang Jin. The films he directed can not only cater to the audience, but also have a certain artistic sense. They can always be sold at a good price. The key is that the cost is relatively cheap, which makes me earn a lot of money."

Jiang Kun wanted to leave a good impression on Di Mingqiang, so he naturally praised his company.

However, Di Mingqiang felt that what he said made some sense. Wang Jin, could it be the famous director Wang Jin in history?

If so, it would indeed be good news.

"That's great, I want to borrow him to help me make a movie. Of course, this is my first time making a movie, and I'm afraid that the company will have to pay for it, so I'll invest and shoot it in my own name. At that time, whether it makes money or loses money, I'll be responsible."

Di Mingqiang has the experience of later generations, so he naturally knows which movies make money and which movies lose money.

The scripts he can come up with are of course very popular scripts.

However, if it is filmed in the name of the company, when it makes money, then Di Mingqiang himself will get much less money.

If it is a personal investment, then most of the money earned is his own.

"Brother Qiang, we are on the same side. Don't be afraid of losing money. I can still hold on.

However, if you insist on shooting under your own name, that's fine. I respect your choice."

Liang Kun felt that Di Mingqiang took filming too lightly. Did he think he could make money easily?

In fact, filming a movie, from project establishment to script writing, requires specialized people to assess the chances of the film making money.

Only then can it be filmed, and the filming process itself is very difficult.

Finally, there is appropriate publicity.

If any link goes wrong, the box office will be dismal, causing the film company to lose money.

Haven't you seen that many famous directors have made mistakes that directly led to the bankruptcy of a film company.

Not to mention others.

Now that Liang Kun wants to make a movie, he naturally thinks it is best for Di Mingqiang to shoot it under his own name, and the money lost is his own.

It will not affect the company.

"OK! Let me make a deal with you first. The first ten movie scripts I provide will be in my own name. It is equivalent to you lending me people to shoot. I only need to pay the staff's salary and a small amount of borrowing fee.

Whether the movie is profitable or not, I will be responsible for it myself. How about it?"

Di Mingqiang directly proposed

"That's fine, whatever you say is what I want to see."What

Liang Kun is most happy to see here is that the first ten movies will definitely lose more and earn less.

When you have accumulated enough experience, you will lose less and earn more. At that time, it will be in the name of the company.

The more Qiankun Film Company earns, the more Liang Kun earns. After all, Liang Kun has a lot of shares, so Liang Kun is of course very happy.

"Let's do it this way. Come, let's sign a contract so that we won't regret it later."

Di Mingqiang asked Jimmy to draft a contract.

Liang Kun thought it was better this way and signed it.

Then the two of them drank a glass.

Di Mingqiang was very happy.

His own movie would definitely make money. By then, it would be too late for you, Liang Kun, to regret it.

Feifei is an ordinary girl in Kowloon Walled City.

(From the movie"O记三合會档案")

The environment in Kowloon Walled City is very chaotic.

Feifei's father took too much opioids in his early years and went to sell salted duck eggs.

Feifei's mother is also an addict. Over the years, she has earned money by working in a stable.

She also supported Feifei.

The business of stables is profitable when you are young, but it is difficult to make money when you are old.

Feifei only had food money since she was a child and never went to school.

At this age, she is very beautiful.

Her mother forced her to work, and she had no other abilities, so she could only work in a bar.

However, she is still very self-disciplined. She only works as the lowest-level hostess and chatterbox.

Feifei is only eighteen years old now, as if she is a work of art carefully carved by nature, full of innocence and agility.

Her face is like a newly blooming peach blossom, white with rosy, delicate and tender.

A pair of bright eyes, like the autumn lake, clear and deep, flashing with the light of wisdom.

Her nose is straight and She is beautiful, with a small mouth and rosy lips. The slightly upturned corners of her mouth reveal a faint smile, which makes people happy.

Her long black hair falls softly on her shoulders, fluttering gently with her movements, as if it has life.

She has a slim and well-proportioned figure, and she looks even more fresh and refined in a simple white dress.

However, when she walked from the backstage to the bar hall, she felt very restrained, as if she was out of tune with the surroundings.

Her steps were a little hesitant, as if her feet were fighting against her body.

Because even if she explained that she was just a chat girl.

But those poor guys who can only afford to be chat girls sometimes want to eat swan meat and always do extraordinary things.

It always takes resistance from others for them to know how to restrain themselves.

This makes her very resistant to this job.

However, she has no choice. Her mother has raised her for so long, and she can't repay her without earning a penny.

That would be too unfilial.

"Feifei, you're here? Long time no see?"

Fei Bao is a greasy man in his forties or fifties.

His face is greasy and bumpy, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

He put one foot on the stool and smoked a pipe with one hand.

At this time, he turned around, took out his pipe and greeted Feifei.

"Uncle Bao, didn't we just meet a few days ago? Why do you say it's been a long time since we last met?"

When Feifei saw Feibao, she felt something was wrong. How come this guy was like a dog-skin plaster that she couldn't get rid of no matter how hard she tried?