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Dragon City Ice Room, third floor, bedroom.

An old maroon wooden desk and a table lamp with a green cover from the Republic of China illuminate the world.

A stack of rice paper.

An inkstone.

A piece of fine ink is arranged neatly.

On a wooden pen stand, there are various types of writing brushes hanging. One of the pens is swinging back and forth, with a drop of water on the verge of falling, and the other pen is about to stop talking.

A handsome man stood in front of the window, looking out the window. There seemed to be two worlds inside and outside the window.

Two square wooden paperweights hold the rice paper up and down.

Two ferocious seals with ancient charm are placed aside.

Two large characters in thick ink are rendered on the paper.

The handwriting of the two columns of poems was not dry yet, and when the wind blew, the ink fragrance burst out, neither light nor strong.

"The Hero"

The long street is stained with blood. Before the knife is cold, a few people are still alive in the long rivers and lakes.

The Great Wall is still there today, thousands of miles away. Who can remember the time when tears have dried up?

I just want to leave a voice in this life, and don’t turn my back on future achievements and fame.

I only want to laugh in this life and repay my love in the next life.

Next to it, there are three pots of orchids with three bunches of buds, and three bracts about to bloom. The three pot stands are fragrant with flowers, and the greenery is shining in the darkness.

Opposite the desk is a hardwood bed. It's not big, not long, and probably not very comfortable.

There is a small standing cabinet next to the desk, with a few books scattered on the upper floors. There are both English and traditional Chinese books. They are all professional books about directors, scripts, actors, etc. about movies. Thanks to the booming development of Hong Kong movies, many

Original English books can be found in some bookstores. There is an old-fashioned radio placed in the center of the cabinet.

On the wall opposite the desk, there is a framed calligraphy hanging.

"A gentleman has no weapons" - Qiu Jianjun. The font is strong, vigorous and free.

The poem "The Hero" was written on the occasion of Brother Qiu's 40th birthday. Brother Qiu's voice and smile are like yesterday, imprinted in his mind. Tonight, Wu Xiaozu's pen was wandering and he accidentally splashed ink and wrote it down.

Others only hear the name Qiu Yihao, the big boss of the world, but they don't know that his real name is Qiu Jianjun.

It was only when Wu Xiaozu accepted the calligraphy of Brother Qiu that he suddenly learned about it.

"Brother Zu?"

Luo Dong and the others pushed the door open and walked in. They saw Wu Xiaozu with his back turned and looking out the window at the concave shape, "Sheng Jiang, Sister Jiahua and the others are waiting in the guest...office."

"good--"

Wu Xiaozu withdrew his thoughts and turned around. He felt calm that one could be born from two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

Can "The Birth of a Prefix" be pronounced as this "1"? Wu Xiaozu was not sure, but he was very excited.

Gambling should be called "gambling" here in Wu Xiaozu!

Bet, everyone lives or dies!

Fight, bloody storm!

The bet is on the present and the bet is on the future.

…

"Are you crazy?"

Jiang Zhiqiang bit his cigar and stared at Wu Xiaozu, "If you do this, be careful of getting pregnant! Last time you did Lin Qingxia, this time you did the plane..."

"cough……"

Liang Gaohui secretly glanced at his girlfriend Jiang Jiahua, and saw that Jiang Jiahua's face was very calm, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since he followed Wu Xiaozu, he always felt that he was about to become the villain in TV and movies... the bastard in front of him.

After a trip to the mainland, he often heard the executive producer on the crew who spoke "Yu dialect" nagging: "Jingyouzi, Weizuizi, the bastards of Dabaoding..." (no regional discrimination!), he felt that his ancestral home was

Maybe it will be Dabaoding.

When people release movies, hello, hello, hello, everyone, happy every day. Director Wu is always cautious and conspiratorial when it comes to movies.

But think about it, those who are happy every day either have good backgrounds or good skills. You and Wu Xiaozu, who are just at the bottom with only their backs and no backgrounds, really want to climb up. How can it be possible for them to go smoothly?

Wu Xiaozu also had a bit of a shameful face. Fortunately, Wang Xianxian was not here, otherwise the 19-year-old girl wouldn't have been furious at the words "Last time you fucked Lin Qingxia"? If a vertical cross was erected in front of her, would she be an old man or a fool?

Lotus? Then don’t you pull the collar around Wang Xianxian’s neck?

"Sheng Jiang, I don't want to fly." Wu Xiaozu spread his hands with a smile, turned to look at Jiang Jiahua, and asked, "Sister Jiahua, is the promotion going well?"

“The early publicity was pretty smooth.”

Jiang Jiahua took out his notebook and said, "The production budget for this movie was 1 million, but the actual shooting and post-production expenses totaled more than 1.2 million. The overall overrun was 20%." Speaking of this, Wu Xiaozu was also helpless. The crew

The artificial increase is too fast.

"Nowadays, newspapers and radio stations spend more than 50,000 yuan on promotion. After the movie is released, they will need to add at least 50,000 to 100,000 yuan. This does not include the TV station's promotion. I made some statistics before and found that "The Birth of a Prefix" was released.

During this period, there were no major productions released by the three major majors. If the promotion goes well, the entire movie's promotion cost of less than 300,000 yuan should be enough. Of course, we cannot rule out the sudden release of "Dao Ma Dan". If so..."

"It's okay. If this is the case, Azu can do something about it." Liang Gaohui handed over a glass of water and started to pick up a knife to peel the apple, "right, Azu?"

Looking at the dog-legged Liang Gaohui, Wu Xiaozu was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Jiahui has designed more than a dozen posters. I have contacted the manufacturer to print 30,000 posters, which cost about 10,000 yuan. And the forms you made, the total investment should be 20,000 yuan."

Jiang Jiahua sipped his saliva, rejected the apple, and said to Wu Xiaozu, "I also helped you arrange two programs on the radio. One is music and the other is interviews. They are both columns with a high audience on the radio. Here at the TV station

We have to wait for news. We don’t have a big director or star in this movie, so I’m afraid it will be difficult..."

Wu Xiaozu shrugged. It is true that 18th-tier directors have little status. Even if they want to "spend money" on the TV station to catch up with announcements, they can't.

"If we pay the sponsorship fee, can we have an interview to promote it?" Wu Xiaozu said without giving up, "There will always be news interviews, right? Keep an eye on the interview vehicles and reporters to see if there is any chance... Why are you looking at me like this?"

Wu Xiaozu looked at the strange looks of the three people with a confused look on his face.

"Most of the foreign news on Hong Kong Island are in the social edition..." Jiang Jiahua said.

Well……

"The social version is very good. How can a movie that you don't realize looks classy in the social version?" Wu Xiaozu didn't take it seriously.

"The last movie that appeared on the social media was called "The Butcher on a Rainy Night." Jiang Jiahua added, "The scene of you bowing was played for several seconds."

Wu Xiaozu stared, turned to Fei Cheng, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV not far away, and shouted loudly, "A Cheng, you boss, I am on TV, do you know?"

"I know, it's just a scene of you bowing, Brother Zu. It's shameless!" Feicheng sat on the sofa and stared at the TV series without looking back, "I didn't tell you."

"Asking you, I don't know how to turn around -"

Wu Xiaozu grabbed the apple and threw it at it angrily, completely unaware of Liang Gaohui's gloomy expression.

"Look! You don't even know how to watch it! What TV series is it? It's really good."

"It's so beautiful! "The Legend of Heaven and the Dragon Sword" starring Tony Leung."

Feicheng pointed at the TV and patted his chest, "It's the first time Shao Sister has played an important role. I am very loyal and turned on all the TVs upstairs and downstairs to support her..."

"Yes, Sister Xianxian asked us to wait for Sister Mei Qi to appear on the stage later, and call TVB together to praise her for her good acting!" Louis Koo raised the big brother in his hand and said proudly, "Brother Dong is downstairs. Waiting next, Brother Yao went to the phone booth on the street to wait, Sister Mei Qi is at home..." Gu Tianle counted a dozen people with his fingers.

"By the way, Sister Xianxian asked me to tell you that there will be no phone calls tonight. She wants to help call TVB!"

"Xianxian?"

"Yeah, yeah, sister-in-law knows how to eat brains. Only she can come up with this idea." Feicheng praised with a thumbs up.

Wu Xiaozu's face turned dark. This kind of stupid method can be called knowing how to eat brains? Isn't this called shameless? People organized themselves to call and praise their own people. Who did they learn this kind of secret operation from?

"Sister Xianxian said this was inspired by you, Brother Zu. She said you always talk about how big the bed is... and how comfortable it is. Anyway, Brother Zu is also responsible for this!" Gu Tianle knelt down on the sofa with excitement and pride. .

"...ahem..."

Wu Xiaozu coughed dryly and felt that this method was actually quite good.

We are also part of the audience, right? There's nothing wrong with praising us. It's also a reflection of the real situation...

"What the hell, call me later and I'll help you make one too. Please support Sister Shao!"

"YES! Counting Brother Zu, you have a total of... 14 people!" Louis Koo said excitedly.

"Ah……"

He didn't know how many people in Hong Kong watched "The Legend of Heaven and the Dragon Sword", but there should be tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people, right?

14…

Wu Xiaozu felt that Sister Shao might be playing a minor role again.

"We can't give up on the TV station's promotion."

Wu Xiaozu withdrew his gaze and looked at the three of them, "You have also seen the audience of TV. In this era, how can there be a wider and more intuitive publicity than the audience of TV?"

"Yeah, I'll try my best."

Jiang Jiahua nodded and corrected, "Actually, it's not this era, but since the advent of television, the publicity effect of television has been ahead of other media. I think as televisions become more and more common, the power of television media will increase in a few decades. It will become the leading force in media propaganda."

Wu Xiaozu smiled but said nothing.
Chapter completed!