The box office success of the movie has given Qin Ze a great surprise. Such a generous return must be a surprise. As for personal fame, he takes it lightly because he is not in the entertainment industry.
His goal is to become a bigwig in the entertainment industry.
My sister is also very happy. She even clamored to enter Hollywood in three years and go abroad.
Qin Ze picked up one of her legs and slapped her violently. My sister held her buttocks and said aggrievedly, "You hit me again, why are you doing it?"
"I'm afraid you will drift away." Qin Ze said.
In fact, for our country's stars, there is no need to consider entering the entertainment circle at all. It is thankless. Putting aside those sensitive topics of discrimination, China is such a big market, and it can flourish in China. up. You can get 100 million for a movie, why bother to go to Hollywood? Hollywood can't pay you that much.
China is so good, no acting skills, no scripts, no special effects, just brushing your face is enough.
Can pick up money, who will make money
It hurts to be idle.
"Dreams are always necessary. What if they come true? What's the difference between people who don't have dreams and you." My sister said disdainfully.
Qin Ze = salted fish
Qin Ze got angry, picked up her leg, and slapped her again.
My sister is wearing a pair of light white skinny jeans, her buttocks are perfect, and she feels great when photographed.
After kissing his sister, he received a call from Huang Yuteng's manager, Mr. Abin.
"Hello, Abin." Qin Ze said, and then patted his sister's teasing feet.
"Hi, hello... Mr. Qin, congratulations... Congratulations on the big sale of the movie..." Abin laughed.
"Abin, what's the matter with you, there are strange voices over there, what are you panting for?" Qin Ze was taken aback.
"No, it's okay..." Abin continued to pant, he seemed to be doing some strenuous exercise.
Qin Ze glanced at his sister.
Qin Baobao noticed that his younger brother's eyes were strange and creepy.
"It's okay, I'll hang up." Qin Ze said.
"Don't worry, I have something to do." Abin continued to pant: "Our family Yu Teng is going to release an album, you know."
"Well, let's talk about something quickly." Qin Ze, who has a lot of experience, has already understood that he is very unhappy.
Why am I the one being called, flip the table!
"I just want to ask you if the song is finished. I don't mean to rush you. I know that creation needs inspiration and time." Abin said.
Qin Zexin said, come on, you must be thinking now: the fast shooter just wants to renege on his debts, and the whole of China knows how fast you are.
"There was no rush at first, but because of the company's arrangement, Yuteng will release an album before the winter vacation, and then hold a concert at the end of the year. This link is linked together, waiting for the album to become famous and drive the concert." Abin panted It's getting bigger and bigger, "But among the singers who released albums at the same time, there is a king, from Xiangjiang."
Qin Ze understood.
"So I can only trouble you. No one in the country knows Teacher Qin's name. When the time comes to publicize it, the eye washing effect will be great."
"Actually, I have written both the lyrics and the melody. It's just that I've been busy recently and forgot to say hello to you. How about this? Tell me your company address and I'll come over." Qin Ze said.
"That, that's so embarrassing." Abin panted violently: "I'll send you a text message later, and talk about the details by the way."
"Happy cooperation." Qin Ze said: "By the way, although it's very frustrating to make a phone call while doing that, I hope you don't call me next time, or I will turn against you. Comrade Abin!"
"When did you start writing songs?" Qin Baobao kicked his younger brother with his white and tender feet.
"Think about it before going to bed, and the song will come out. I'm not one of those artists who had a hard time giving birth." Qin Ze said.
"It really is a quick shooter." My sister giggled.
"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have carried this nickname. Qin Baobao, you are a heartless maggot."
"It was my sister who made you a fast shooter?" Qin Baobao spat, "My sister just made you expose the essence of a fast shooter."
Qin Ze, who was speechless, grabbed his sister's ankle, pulled her hard, and dragged her over. By the way, he turned over and slapped her: papapapa~
Sister screams and moans.
After slapping his sister again, Qin Ze felt refreshed and put on his shoes to go out.
The elder sister was lying on the sofa with a pair of lotus root arms resting on her head, and said delicately, "Master, come and play next time."
My dad heard this, my sister must go to Germany too.
On the other side, when Abin heard Qin Ze's last words, he was stunned for a while, but didn't understand what Qin Ze meant. Why are you turning against me? I'm just running.
Abin turned off the treadmill, went into the lounge to wash off his sweat, changed into dry clothes, and prepared to tell Huang Yuteng the good news.
It's really hard to find a fast shooter to ask for a song. It's more tiring than collecting debts. You still talk to me about inspiration, and the whole world knows how fast you are.
Huang Yuteng's studio is located in the Huahai Film and Television Building, which is an internal studio. After all, Huang Yuteng is not a movie star, so it is much more difficult to set up his own business. The advantage of the internal studio is that it has a high degree of freedom and can enjoy company resources.
At this time, the two team leaders of the marketing department of Huahai Film and Television, the logistics leader of the studio, and Huang Yuteng, a total of four people, sat in the conference room for a meeting.
"Our album already has nine songs, and we are short of the last one," said a team leader, "We are only short of a title song."
"Actually, the previous song was pretty good, it can be used as the title song." Another team leader said.
They were arranged by the company to be responsible for Huang Yuteng's album.
The little leader in charge of logistics in the studio glanced at Huang Yuteng and smiled wryly: "Brother Huang is not satisfied, let's look for it again."
Huang Yuteng sat across from them with a cigarette between his fingertips.
He frowned and said, "Where is Abin?"
The logistics leader: "I called him just now, but no one answered."
"Then don't care about him." Huang Yuteng glanced at the two team leaders: "That song is okay. Normally, it's okay to be the title song. But the king just released the album last week. I'm releasing the album now, not just for show. Do you know if he steps on it, it will not be conducive to the concert at the end of the year."
In everything, there is no harm without comparison.
For the same album, the sales gap is too big, and the star's face is not good-looking. This is the same reason as the movie box office.
Just like a concert, there are very few concerts held by the same singer in the same city.
In terms of albums, if there is really a big celebrity at the level of a king to release an album, other singers will avoid it. This is a common phenomenon in the industry.
"If you want me to say, just avoid it and release an album later." Huang Yuteng said.
He found two team leaders this time to discuss this matter.
The matter of the album was planned by the company, and he himself was unwilling to confront the Heavenly King, even though he was considered a big name in the music scene, he was still a class lower than others.
"Why are you delaying your schedule? To avoid the limelight, it will take at least a month, so it will crash with your concert." The team leader retorted.
"Then next year." Huang Yuteng said.
"Yu Teng, don't make trouble. It's almost the end of the year. Everyone is eager to make more money and run more announcements. Are you still thinking about waiting for next year?" Another team leader said.
"Then change the song, at least a high-quality one." Huang Yuteng said.
"The company will help you look at it, but high-quality goods are rare, so you can't just write it just because you say it. No one is the quick shooter, right?"
The logistics leader's eyes lit up: "Brother Huang, doesn't Qin Ze owe you a song?"
"He has no play there, and he hasn't finished writing it for a long time." Huang Yuteng curled his lips.