The next day, at noon,

Hong Kong, Phantom World General Manager's Office—

Song Zhichao was looking at the box office share report of "God of Cookery" in his hand. According to the current situation, the total box office of this drama can definitely exceed 40 million. The theaters took 60% away, and the Phantom scored 40%, totaling 16 million. Apart from the actors' pay and publicity expenses of this drama, there are about 8 million left. Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun are halfway, and no one can get at least 4 million. Of course, these profits do not include the box office in Southeast Asia, nor do they include the copyright sale of videotapes. If calculated, each person can get at least 8 million to 10 million.

It’s no wonder that rich people in Hong Kong like to make movies. It’s true that it’s a very rich industry.

Just as Song Zhichao was carefully analyzing the box office report, someone knocked on the door. Song Zhichao asked for it and saw Huang Zihua, the first Hong Kong artist who signed the Phantom, walked in. When he saw Song Zhichao, Huang Zihua said bitterly: "Mr. Song, I am a human, not a cow! You have arranged a dumb show for me Christmas, New Year's Day, and Spring Festival. It's hard to be a human being!"

Song Zhichao smiled, looked at Huang Zihua with a bitter face, put down the report in his hand and said, "Why is it difficult for you? Isn't Dong Duxiao your favorite? You have said that you like to talk about Dong Duxiao when you are happy, and you like to talk about Dong Duxiao when you are unhappy. Now I will make you happy Christmas, New Year's Day, and Spring Festival. What are you dissatisfied with?"

Huang Zihua sat in front of Song Zhichao. Song Zhichao pressed the landline and asked the female secretary Amei to send two cups of coffee.

The female secretary Ami was very quick. In less than a minute, two cups of fragrant coffee were served.

When Amei put down her coffee, she first greeted Song Zhichao, then smiled slightly at the sitting Huang Zihua and whispered: "Zihua, I am your fan, I like you so much!"

Huang Zixia nodded quickly: "Thank you!"

Amei whispered again: "My mother likes you too, and she said that the bloody and tears story you talked about in the entertainment industry is so funny!"

"There is nothing but funny?" Huang Zihua asked suddenly.

Ami held the tray: "…????"

"My purpose of laughing is not to make people laugh. I am meaningful. I graduated from the philosophy department. Do you understand philosophy? I think so I am here. People have five major demands in the world. I have it. The biggest enemy in life is yourself..."

Amei: "Ahem, sorry, I still have to be on duty." She ran away in a hurry.

"Don't leave, I'll talk about philosophy with you." Huang Zihua shouted from behind.

"Just let her go. Amei only knows how to make coffee, watch comedy movies, but not philosophy." Song Zhichao picked up the coffee and said with a smile.

Huang Zihua sighed, "People in this era are too impetuous."

"That's why I'm making you laugh for your own good. You're happy and everyone is happy."

"Mr. Song, I know you are doing your best for me, but in addition to telling you a dumb smile, I also want to act in a movie! You know, I am an actor in my bones!"

Huang Zihua said as he took out a script and said to Song Zhichao: "No, this is what I mean by you. I have prepared the script carefully thought about it recently. I think it is very good. Let's take a look first!"

Song Zhichao smiled, took the script handed over by Huang Zihua, and looked through it - "Agent Dong Du"!

Song Zhichao then remembered that when he recruited Huang Zihua, he agreed that the other party wanted to help him shoot movies and TV series, such as "Agent Dong Du" and "Detective Dong Du" were all alternatives. For this reason, Song Zhichao also told Huang Zihua about the general content of these dramas in his previous life, allowing Huang Zihua to play freely, but he didn't expect that Huang Zihua wrote the script so quickly. It seemed that he really wanted to film.

However, Song Zhichao knew that Huang Zihua is not popular yet. In Hong Kong, a society where people look at their faces and eat, Huang Zihua's face is really not handsome enough, and it is only useful for him to open his mouth. Therefore, Song Zhichao will play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses and arrange so many laughing performances for Huang Zihua, so that he can help the company make money while accumulating some popularity first. Unfortunately, Huang Zihua is eager to film and always wants to show his face on the big screen, which makes Song Zhichao very embarrassed.

At this moment, looking at Huang Zihua's hopeful look, in order not to dampen his enthusiasm, Song Zhichao had to pretend to look through his script "Agent Dong Du" carefully.

The general plot of the script is similar to the one that Song Zhichao knew in his previous life. It is also a story of an outdated unlucky agent, Salt Fish, turning over. In Song Zhichao's opinion, it is not new, but it is still attractive to the current Hong Kong people, otherwise this drama would not have been a big hit in his previous life.

Song Zhichao looked "carefully", and Huang Zihua was worried. Until Song Zhichao closed the script, he asked anxiously: "How is it, Mr. Song, is my script OK?"

"Yeah—" Song Zhichao put his arms on the table, his hands formed a tower, and he pondered for a while and said, "What a script, it's not bad."

Huang Zihua was happy, "That means there is something to do?"

"Indeed, it's very interesting." Song Zhichao nodded.

"Yes!" Huang Zihua punched hard, got up and turned around, then turned around and looked at Song Zhichao, and said excitedly: "So when will the filming start? I'm ready and always stand by!"

"Well, you are so energetic, please praise me!" Song Zhichao praised.

"Please, boss, don't talk about those false ones, when will the computer be turned on?"

"Well, wait until you finish three shows, and then start the filming!"

Huang Zihua: “…”

"Don't look at me with such deceived eyes. I'm under a lot of pressure." Song Zhichao said, "I'm a good person, not a liar; Zhong Ye, aren't you going to play an agent? Then have your body well trained? You have to show your muscles in the play! Have you exercised your skills? There are martial arts scenes in the play!"

Huang Zihua: "I..."

"Look, look, you're not ready! How can I start working? We are very serious about filming, not children playing house. Being an actor is not that simple, nor can you succeed casually. You must make every movie well before filming!"

Faced with Song Zhichao's random words, Huang Zihua couldn't speak. Although he knew that Song Zhichao was deliberately delaying time, he was speechless. There was no way, who made Song Zhichao's statement reasonable? In Huang Zihua's opinion, Boss Song really should have gone on stage with him to talk to him with a sarcastic voice. This statement is sharper than himself.

Huang Zihua held it in a row after being snatched by Song Zhichao, and then he said something repeated: "Boss, I am an actor, I need a big screen, I can't always say it on stage!"

Seeing that he was not giving up, Song Zhichao was about to persuade him for a few more words, when the internal phone on the desk rang.

Song Zhichao answered the phone, and then his expression suddenly became very strange. He hung up the phone and said to Huang Zihua: "You said you are an actor, right?"

Huang Zihua nodded.
Chapter completed!