Everyone begging me to come out

After Ruan Meng lashed out angrily, she immediately went to see what excuses these public intellectuals were using to accuse her.

After some reading...

"Huh? Watching movies is due to consumption downgrades. People can't afford luxury goods, and they can't travel, so they can only choose cheap entertainment methods-movies. Behind the box office myth of "Squirrel Island" is China's consumption downgrade. Has the extensive high-GDP development speed brought down this country?" Ruan Meng fell into deep thought, "Ahei?"

"Ahei is here!" Fu Hei suddenly appeared, his eyes glowing with excitement, "What did Ah Meng call me? Are you taking me to fight?"

"Um." Ruan Meng waved her hand, "It's not that. I have a few questions I want to ask."

"Okay." Fu Hei sat down obediently, "Ameng, you can ask."

"Hmm... Ah Hei, do you remember that when you were a child, did everyone around you afford luxury goods? Did you often travel?" Ruan Meng asked. She remembered that Fu Hei's standard of living was average. I have been on a plane, and it is even rare to go abroad. Is it probably a true portrayal of the level of ordinary people?

Fu Hei shook his head, "No. There are no luxuries, and I have never traveled except for outings. After I went to university, I went to many places with my student ID card, but because I was poor, I took the train, so I finally bought it. When I get to the lower berth, parents with children will take the upper berth and change seats with me."

Speaking of this, Fu He curled his lips and said in a low voice, "If you don't even pay me for the difference, you know how to bully the students."

"That's it..." Ruan Meng fell into thinking for a while again. It is known that sometimes the theory is very misleading to her, because she did not live among ordinary people since she was a child, so Fu Hei's experience is of great reference value to her. big.

"Well, speaking of it, the habit of watching movies has become popular in recent years." Fu Hei said, "I don't remember why, there are movie theaters in many places. Although my family always said to go to the movie theater to watch movies There's nothing good about it, but slowly watching movies seems to catch on."

Fu Hei's words sparked Ruan Meng's inspiration. She operated the computer and brought up the histogram of domestic movie screen growth and box office within ten years.

Seeing the detailed data, Ruan Meng couldn't help muttering, "Sure enough."

The number of screens and the box office doubled, suddenly began to skyrocket in a certain year, and then remained at an extremely high level.

"Let me check again..." Ruan Meng found out the average ticket price of movie tickets over the years, combined with the price level at that time, she came to a conclusion, "Sure enough... the relative ticket price of movies keeps falling, but the box office But it is growing exponentially, indicating that the number of moviegoers is increasing every year."

Ruan Meng's eyes lit up, "This is not a consumption downgrade at all. In the past, people didn't buy luxury goods, and they didn't know how to travel. Only now that living standards have improved, many people buy luxury goods and travel many times a year. People who experience this kind of living atmosphere naturally feel that some people can’t afford luxury goods, can’t travel, and can only watch movies for simple entertainment, which is a downgrade of consumption.”

"This is actually a consumption upgrade." Ruan Meng said, "But because of the information age, people are more likely to become anxious than ever before."

Fu Hei's eyes turned into circling mosquito coils, "Dizzy Fu Shi." Then he fell headlong.

"Okay, okay." Ruan Meng rubbed Fu Hei's head, then tapped the keyboard passionately, "I know how to refute those public intellectuals!"

"Ameng, come on!" The fainted Fu Hei squeezed onto Ruan Meng's lap, squinted his eyes and rested.

After Ruan Meng's tongue-in-cheek battle against the Confucian scholars, the box office of "Squirrel Island" continued to soar.

Billion, 20 billion, 30 billion...

Fu Hei looked at the numbers that dazzled her, and stretched out his fingers to count on the numbers on the screen, "Ten million... 37..."

Because the number was too long, Fu Hei counted again to make sure that she was right. After confirming that it was such a large number, her eyes were dull, "I have earned so much money..."

"Although it's so much money, it still needs to be cut." Ruan Meng pushed his glasses.

"Eh?" Fu Hei lay on the table curiously and looked up at Ruan Meng, "Then how much will you share?"

Ruan Meng stretched out a finger, "First, you need to deduct seven points of film tax."

"Seven percent tax." Fu Hei poked carefully with the calculator, and felt very relieved when he saw that the number on the calculator was still that big.

"By the way, when some theaters act as distributors to launder money from movies, they will inject taxes into the box office. They don't even need a ghost show. If you pay 7 yuan, you will get 100 million box office, and 700 million is one billion, so that the black money will be laundered completely." Ruan Meng explained.

"Hey! Ah Meng is amazing, I know all about this!" Fu Hei looked at Ruan Meng with adoring eyes, and when Ruan Meng was complacent, he suddenly turned black, covered his mouth and said in a voice that Ruan Meng could hear, " There must be a movie theater looking for you to launder money and you rejected it, so you know there is such a thing. Ah Meng is the most stupid hehehe."

Ruan Meng: ...you don't tell the truth if you see it through, okay?

Ruan Meng coughed, and continued, "At least [-]% of the tax paid will be taken by the cinema."

"Fifty percent!" Fu Hei gripped the calculator tightly, feeling aggrieved, "I worked so hard on filming, but I only earn a little bit of salary in the end. It's not fair that theaters can take [-]% of the money just for showing movies! "

"The theaters are also built with money. The venue equipment damage rate personnel, who doesn't need money?" Ruan Meng said, "And if the theaters are not given such a high share, he will steal the box office."

"What?! How dare he!" Fu Hei squeezed the calculator a little harder.

"Although our movies are shown, the tickets are billed from junk movies with a high share. If we give a low share, they won't give us a chance to get the money we deserve." Ruan Meng spread her hands.

"Evil capitalist." Fu Hei threw the calculator aside angrily, "Forget it, after all the calculations, the money is so little."

Ruan Meng looked at her with a smile, "The rest of the money after deducting the cost is the income of the film studio. According to the shareholding ratio of the producer, the dividends will be shared."

Fu He secretly picked up the calculator, pressed it for a while, and said a little unhappy, "So, we have been busy for so long to earn hundreds of millions."

"Isn't it enough to earn a few hundred million in a few months?" Ruan Meng rubbed Fu Hei's head, "It's already a lot. And this is only the domestic box office. When "Squirrel Island" is released overseas, we will get a part of it." The share of the overseas box office."

"Of course it's not enough." Fu Hei pressed the calculator, "Goose Factory bought an ip last month and adapted it into a shoddy mobile game made of rubbish, earning [-] million yuan!"

"You don't want to compare with them." Ruan Meng straightened Fu Hei's face, looked at her pouting mouth, stretched out her finger to poke it back, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you earn more or less, as long as you feel As long as your work is valuable. Or do you think money is the only criterion for measuring the value of your work?"

"It's not the only criterion." Fu Hei raised his little paw just as his attitude softened, "But money is still a very important criterion! Investment should pay attention to the rate of return, and our investment has only doubled or tripled! "

"Is it not enough?" Ruan Meng asked.

"Of course not enough!" Fu Hei said righteously, "We also want to open movie theaters and make mobile games!"

Ruan Meng smiled dotingly, and they all agreed, "Good, good, do everything, do everything."

then……

"I want to call Heimeng Mobile Games Studio!"

"turn down!"

"why?!"

"There is no reason, only Menghei Mobile Games Studio."

"Wow, wow, Ah Meng bullied me. It's not enough to have one cute black, but I still want a second one. It's my fault, I gave you too much preference, and made you feel confident..."

"..." Ruan Meng had started again.

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Let me go back and write the outline of the new article, huh