The top stream from the end of the world [entertainment]

Although Ye Wen asked Zhou Ge to return the mask, Zhou Ge still did not return it. He bought another [-] masks from the Internet with the intention of being more prepared for everything.

Zhou Ge: Brother Ye thinks two hundred and five are not good, I will buy another five hundred!

"Brother Ye Wen is back?" This is He Hong's third visit to the Owned House today, seeing Ye Wen in the living room finally relieved, and put a pack of masks in his pocket on the coffee table.

He Hong said, "I heard from an adult that there is an infectious disease recently. Brother Ye, you can't see it all day. I thought you were quarantined. This is a mask. You should wear it too."

The masks on the coffee table cannot be said to be medical surgical masks with protective capabilities.

It is a very simple ordinary mask. It used to cost two or three yuan to buy a pack, but now the number 10 is written on the packaging bag with a marker, and it sells for ten yuan.

Ye Wen reached out and touched He Hong's head, and said to her with a smile, "It's okay, your brother Zhou bought a lot of masks online, we have enough, do you have enough masks at home, how is the situation in the village?"

He Hong raised her head, "Yes, mom bought a lot of masks."

He Hongjia

He Hong's mother is washing the used disposable masks, hanging them on the rope and clamping them, and then reuse them after drying.

Now that masks are out of stock, save some and you should be able to survive.she thought to herself.

Ye Wen talked with He Hong for a while and asked her to go home first so that her mother would not worry.

Ye Wen lowered his eyes suddenly, he couldn't feel the fatigue of running around in the sky for a day before, and he felt that he should also call his mother to report her safety.

In the past, after calling Ye's mother, Ye Wen's mood would get better, but this time, Ye Wen hung up the phone, but because of the worry of his mother who was thousands of miles away, his heart was heavy.

"Go out to change your mood?" Cen Shao suggested.

Ye Wen nodded, followed Cen Shao out, and strolled in the fields.

When they first came here, the land hadn't been hoeed, but after a few days, the new seedlings they planted were growing well.

The scarecrow stood silently on the ridge of the field, Ye Wen looked around until Cen Shao's hand fell on his shoulder.

"Awen, I hope you can understand that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, but sometimes, you need to let go of unnecessary emotions."

Ye Wen fell into thinking. When he first entered the apocalypse, panic and wandering accompanied him for a long time. It wasn't until he was lucky enough to awaken his power that he felt a little safe.

At that time, countless people emerged on this land who faced the difficulties against the current and led them to face the national calamity. The flag that is raised high is dyed by the blood of countless people with lofty ideals.

"No." Ye Wen shook his head, "I'm going to the county seat to see the situation."

This is not boasting of his ability, he has to take a good look, even with his help to minimize the loss, people are still a little vulnerable in the face of the epidemic.

Ye Wen even reminded himself that this kind of thing should not happen a second time.

Cen Shao was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ye Wen seriously, feeling that he had grown up a bit.

County pharmacy

An octogenarian dragged his body, lifted the curtain, pushed open the door, looked at the masks on the shelf that were much more expensive than the original price, took out a note from his pocket, and asked the cashier, "I don't have that much money, what can I do?" Can I buy a few?"

"No, masks are not only for sale." The cashier replied.

The old man shook his head and put the money back in his pocket. He didn't surf the Internet and couldn't shop online. He only read TV and newspapers. It was too late when he knew about it.

He didn't know how to tell his wife that he failed to buy the mask back home. A slight wind blew across the ground, and a scattered parasitic seed hit him, and it quickly took root and played a role in producing antibodies.

"Cough cough." The old man covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

The cashier frowned, "Old man, there are infectious diseases outside now, don't run around."

After finishing speaking, she took out a pack of masks from behind her and said, "This is from me, no money is required."

"Thank you." The old man took the mask with joy.

Ye Wen silently withdrew his fingers, lowered his head in thought, and said to Cen Shao, "Teacher, I want to donate all the money we earn from selling wine."

"This is something that can be done." Cen Shao nodded.

The movie theater in the county seat was a bit sluggish. Ye Wen looked at the locked door in silence, and all localities responded one after another. All major public places were prohibited from operating, and the movie theater was no exception.

A few days ago, he brought He Hong here to watch a movie with other people, but now no one is there.

The director of "The Return of the Soldier King" watched the news of the closure of entertainment venues such as movies, thought for a long time, and called Fu Ziming, "Boss Fu, are you interested in buying out the online copyright of "The Return of the Soldier King?"

When Fu Ziming heard the news, he told the truth, "If it were before the release, it would be feasible to buy it out. But now that it has been released for a few days, it is not cost-effective to change from offline screening to online screening."

The director knew this was the truth, he sighed, "I know, almost everyone can make some money at the cumulative box office of "The Return of the King of Soldiers", but for other filmmakers other than us, this Spring Festival file is probably a few years of painstaking effort." If it is burned to the ground, everything will be overturned, and the industry will be shaken."

He put down the phone and let out a long sigh with a worried expression on his face.

In Jingzhou City, Wen Mao was released from house arrest. He was busy with work, and finally got some free time. The secretary told him that Ye's mother called him before.

Wen Mao calculated the time in his mind, and it was just before Ye Wen called him that he had some associations in his mind.

Mother Ye: Don't think about farting!

Wen Mao crossed his hands and thought about things. Under the adjustment and injection of bat giants, the short video market has become a red sea, but at this time, he must take a long-term view and look for new growth, so as not to fall into the stock market. .

Judging from the news gathered from various aspects, the next blue ocean should be a long video of about three to 15 minutes.

Wen Mao's hand tapped on the table lightly, pulling away the tender emotions. He is a businessman, a capitalist is nothing, he is the personification of capital.

When the epidemic came, some people rushed to call out, and some people stepped forward. With his keen eyes, Wen Mao realized that a new era of awareness is quietly coming, "TV dramas have become Internet-based, and the film industry is about to hit the road."

Wen Mao does not need to count in detail. Affected by this epidemic, the Chinese film industry has lost a market worth at least [-] billion yuan.

In the past, the old interest groups existed, and the movies would be broadcast online after they were screened offline. However, the black swan incident of the national epidemic occurred, and a large number of investors lost their money.

Under such pressure, the old rules will no longer be binding, and online and then offline movies will spring up like mushrooms, challenging the original rules and creating a new system.

Wen Mao pinched his chin and shook his eyebrows, "This is the so-called crisis-driven supply-side reform."

In this case, Wen Mao had to choose the most cost-effective movie to test the waters, but he said, "Ye Wen, you must choose Ye Wen's "The Return of the King of Soldiers"."

Capital: I don't think you are a qualified capitalist.

Wen Mao: I want you to take care of it, you are so annoying.

Wen Mao directly called the director of "The Return of the Soldier King", finalized the cooperation intention in a few words, and asked him to talk to the department.

He was happy in the office for a while, then called Ye Wen again.

Ye Wen thought that Wen Mao was purely concerned about the epidemic, so that people would not be too bored when they stayed at home, so he asked, "But if you do this, you won't lose money, right?"

Ye Wen didn't feel sorry for his investment. He was not the only one who funded the film. He thought that Fu Ziming, who was stingy, still remembered that he didn't pay back the money he owed.

"Fu Ziming invested 3000 million in this." Ye Wen reminded Wen Mao.

Wen Mao said nonchalantly, "That's okay. Originally, when this happened, the movie could no longer be released to increase box office. It was too late for Fu Ziming to thank me for recovering the losses as much as possible."

After being reminded by Ye Wen, Wen Mao remembered, "By the way, Ye Wen, you put money into it too, and you also have a share of the buyout fee."

"Wow!" Ye Wen didn't expect that he still had money, and said, "Thank you boss!"

Wen Mao: The money transaction has already taken place, and the next step should not be far away.

Ye Wen:?

Cen Shao listened almost to the side, and frowned, "Ah Wen, did Wen Mao really say to buy out the copyright of the movie and show it on the online platform?"

Marven Ye happily hung up the phone, and replied, "That's right."

Seeing Cen Shao's solemn expression, Ye Wen felt something was wrong, and thought of Wen Mao's stomach full of bad water, he was a little dazed, "Teacher, is there something wrong?"

Cen Shao breathed a sigh of relief, "It's nothing, this kind of unruly practice will cause a backlash from the industry and be resisted by the theaters, but you only acted as cannon fodder, and the money invested under Fu Ziming's name under the cover should not affect you. "

But what neither of them expected was that although Ye Wen only acted as a cannon fodder, he was an idol with a lot of fame and traffic, so there was no way he could escape. Ye Wen was the first to be called a bitch.

Cen Shao: ...it's a miss.

On Weibo, a well-known celebrity in the industry directly tore Ye Wen off the stage, saying that he broke the rules as a traffic idol, sloppy in singing and dancing, and even acted across borders, oppressing and reducing the living space of serious actors.

When Ye Wen saw this blog post, he was a little moved, "They finally scolded me like they scolded other traffic!"

Cen Shao felt that Ye Wen's head was broken.

Cen Shao: Ah Wen, be sober, you can still be saved!

Although, the netizens did not take the side of the big guy this time, instead they took the side of Ye Wen, "One thing to say, Ye Wen's role in this drama is a cannon fodder for the opening, and his acting skills are not bad."

The audience is the most real. He doesn't care who the speaker is or Ye Wen's status as a traffic idol. He thinks Ye Wen's performance is good, so he will vote for Ye Wen.

Ye Fen was a little surprised, and didn't understand why the scolding was on Ye Wen's head. Because it was too inexplicable, they refused to fight with him and chose to sell rice wine, "Everyone, don't miss it when you pass by. Ye Wen is working hard to sell wine and donate money To support the disaster area, everyone buy a bottle of wine before leaving!"

Netizen: OK, I will buy it.

This was followed by the film industry's boycott of "The Return of the King of Soldiers" on the Internet, saying it got off to a bad start.

They said that from the director to the actors, including Ye Wen who played cannon fodder, all were blacklisted. As long as there are their films, the theaters will not arrange them.

Marven Ye asked Wen Mao what to do.

Wen Mao smiled slightly, "The pan-internetization of movies is a historical process, and being boycotted is actually a kind of propaganda. You can calm down and develop in this direction."

Ye Wen: Why do I feel like I've fallen into your boat.

At this time, a mature teacher will say——

"It's okay if domestic theaters block you." Cen Shao said, "I'll introduce you to Hollywood roles."

"Wow!" Ye Wen's eyes were no longer just longing, but full of admiration.

Ye Wen danced: I love teacher, teacher loves me!

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