Half an hour later, Lu Xiaoliang and Fang Tianyu came up with a temporary solution. First, they will promote overseas purchasing in the US. They will tell the rest of the world, especially the English speaking audiences, that there are tens of millions of English versions of on sale in China.
It's not only the Chinese who buy overseas products. Foreigners can also buy Chinese products!
If you are in a hurry and want to see the secrets of 'World Faction', don't hesitate to pick up your phone and call the purchasing hotline!
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Other than that, you can also log into Amazon. There are many global merchants waiting for you there.
This is knowledge, and the earlier you buy it, the earlier you can stand out from the crowd!
What? Someone thinks the 10 USD postage is too expensive?
This must be because your pursuit of acting is not strong enough, and you are not loyal enough to the World's Best Actor!
Lu Xiaoliang reported this idea to Chen Guang, and Chen Guang did not comment on it. He will sell as much as he can first.
The cost of shipping by air was indeed too high, and the company couldn't afford it. If the cost was shared among all the consumers, and the consumers had to bear it themselves, it was indeed a good solution.
However, the quantity should not be too large. Selling hundreds of thousands of sets from overseas was probably the limit.
"Fine. Let's do it this way. I have no objections, but this is not my main idea. You all go ahead."
After hanging up the call with Lu Xiaoliang, Chen Guang secretly called Tang Xiaokai about this matter.
Tang Xiaokai's reply is the same. It is not difficult to ship the goods over. The difficult part is how to legally sell the goods in North America.
Lu Xiaokai can help by using his connections with the US Department of Commerce. But the results are not guaranteed.
Their international friends were very strange. When they found you pleasing to the eye, or when you were selling rare resources, such as rare earth minerals, they would never talk about anti-dumping with you.
No matter how many you bring, they will buy the same amount without any hesitation.
But if it is a finished product or a cultural publication, they will have thousands of rules to explain to you. It is hard to deal with.
No matter who it was, they didn't care about connections, they only cared about money.
Ten million sets of Huaxia's publications were shipped to the US, which meant that the US publishing and printing market would be hit hard. It meant that the US's GDP of hundreds of millions of US dollars would disappear out of thin air.
The United States also has workers, and American workers also have to eat and drink.
With so much GDP evaporated, the businesses here would lose a lot of revenue. Their publishing and printing industries would be affected, and many people would lose a lot of income. This was a very long-term effect.
No matter which country in the world, the management of cultural publications, such as audio-visual products and books, was very strict. There were many reasons for this, but it could be summed up in one word: "There's no way."
After hanging up the call with Tang Xiaokai, Chen Guang began to rack his brains for a solution.
He waited until the afternoon, but still couldn't come up with any effective methods to deal with this matter.
On the other side, although he looked confident and everything was under control, the four Vajras of the Tianguang Group did not stop showing their prowess. After thinking about it, there was really only one other way besides smuggling.
This method sounded simple, but it could be summed up in five words: "The boss has the final say!"
At noon, Chen Guang dyed his hair back to black. After a long struggle, he didn't really care.
However, he had received a call from his mother, who asked him about yesterday's "Romeo and Juliet."
His mother, Feng Rong, was very satisfied with his performance. Just before hanging up the phone, she threw him this sentence.
"Oh, that hair of yours is a wig, right? I'm so nervous. Let me tell you, the youngest son of Auntie Liu next door dyed his hair a few days ago. His feces were yellow, and he looked neither like a man nor a woman. He was beaten up by his father, screaming like a pig being slaughtered. It was really miserable. "
"Ah … hahaha, wig, of course it's a wig. How could I possibly dye my hair? Even if I shaved my head, I can't dye my hair! "
Chen Guang pinched his head of golden hair, which was the same as Little Li's, and lied with his eyes wide open.
This was clearly a naked threat from Mom!
After hanging up the phone, he went straight to the hairdressing salon not far from the Flemington Hotel. Under normal circumstances, in the North American service industry, there was no one to serve you during lunch breaks. However, Chen Guang had a big face. The television in the hairdressing salon was broadcasting a replay of the UBC television station. Moreover, Chen Guang was waving a shiny HSD in his hand, so he decided to work overtime without any explanation.
More than two hours before the handover ceremony, Chen Guang dressed up and arrived early at the Huaxia Theater in Hollywood. He met up with Donald Joshtan and James Watson Sr., who were hosting the ceremony.
Originally, President Fred had wanted to come first, but considering that he still had to be the one to invite Chen Guang into the International Film Hall of Fame tomorrow, he decided to avoid arousing suspicion today.
Donald walked out of the meeting room. "Mr. Chen, many of your friends are waiting for you at the party over there. Some of them will arrive later. Today is a very important day!"
Chen Guang nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Joshtan, for your help, and thank you, Mr. Watson. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to invite so many big shots."
On the way here, Chen Guang had received the guest list sent to him by the staff of the Huaxia Theater. Compared to the incomparably cold premiere ten days ago, today was like a starry night. The difference was like heaven and earth.
Just by counting the names on the list and placing them on the paper, one would be greeted by a dazzling light that could blind one's eyes.
For this handover ceremony, the dignified owner of the Huaxia Theater, a veteran of the North American film industry, Donald Joshtan, had gone all out. He had used his connections to sell his face and reputation.
Not only that, other senior members of the Film Association, including James Sr., Foreman, Damon, and even Malfoy Bentler, had come forward to make up for the cold shoulder they had given to Chen Guang previously and to repair the relationship between the two parties. After Donald had issued an open invitation to Chen Guang, they had all come up with ideas and made phone calls to rope him in.
With these people's qualifications, those who could make them call to invite him would definitely not be small fries.
Other than a few people who were all over the world or those who had matters to attend to, basically everyone who received the call would give face to them.
There was even a situation where this happened to a good crew and they had to stop filming for the next two days. The director brought the entire cast to Los Angeles, planning to attend Chen Guang's handover ceremony today and then attend Chen Guang's public lecture after the ceremony at the World Film Hall of Fame the next day.
Stopping filming for two days would, of course, result in a huge increase in the cost of filming. The explanation given by these directors to the investors was simple.
In the ancient Huaxia saying, 'sharpening the axe will not delay the work of cutting firewood'.
They did not come here just to support Chen Guang. Their main purpose was to attend Chen Guang's public lecture and see if they could get their hands on a few copies of "The World's Faction" that were hard to come by on the market.
They did all this to improve the acting skills of the main cast and also to improve their understanding of movies as a director.
Everyone's ultimate goal was to make the movie better!
What?
Boss, why don't we buy "The World's Faction" ourselves and wait for the video materials for his public lecture?
Stop fooling around. First of all, where are we going to buy "The World's Faction" now?
Rob it?
Secondly, can the effect of watching the video materials be compared to listening to the lecture live?
Do you still want our movie to be good or not?
Look at "Women". There's nothing special about the script and the main cast. It's even in Mandarin with English subtitles, but what about the box office performance?
Why don't we learn from them?
Do you still want to get rich?
With such a good reason, the investors could not say anything and could only let it go.
There were already three complete main cast teams here, and there would be five more before the ceremony started.
Old James patted Chen Guang's shoulder happily. "Don't thank me. This is our duty and what we should do. Let's go and say hello to everyone. "
Surrounded by the two of them, Chen Guang went straight to the large banquet hall in the Huaxia Theater. Looking around, there was indeed a gathering of celebrities. There were familiar names everywhere, huddled together and whispering to each other.
There were people from the entertainment industry, celebrities from the business world, and even some big shots in the political world.
Seeing that Chen Guang had arrived, these people turned their heads and waved at Chen Guang enthusiastically.
Basically, the National Film Association represented the mainstream attitude of the European and American mainstream towards Chen Guang. Chen Guang had gained the recognition of these people, which was equivalent to breaking into the mainstream values of North America in one fell swoop.
Chen Guang had not officially won the Oscar, and the Best Actor award had not been settled yet. It had not been easy for him to make a comeback, so for the time being, he had to save some face for these people who had destroyed his stage.
Even if they wanted to settle the score later, he had to endure it first and wait until everything was settled.
With this thought in mind, he was also very enthusiastic, greeting everyone who came. The scene looked very harmonious and warm.
As for these people who were holding champagne to toast him, Chen Guang drank as much as they came. He was very vigorous.
As a dignified Martial Sage, he would not even faint when taking a bath in Erguotou, not to mention champagne.
In the process of these European and American celebrities contacting Chen Guang, they also changed their previous prejudices against him.
How was he arrogant?
How was he arrogant?
With such high artistic achievements, he was so young, yet he was so polite and well-spoken. How rare was that?
This was completely different from the reputation that he had shown in the past. It was not at all like what others had criticized him in the past, that he was arrogant after achieving success and looked down on others.
He was both gentlemanly and calm.
In particular, his aristocratic medieval English accent was simply charming, causing the eyes of many socialites to light up.
There were also some international friends, such as the French, German, and Spanish, who had mastered several languages, and English was only a second language. Out of curiosity, they spoke the languages of their respective countries with Chen Guang, but Chen Guang accepted them all. He was able to communicate with people in every language, and his pronunciation was as accurate as that of a national broadcaster.
These European and American celebrities had never seen such a demeanor, and they were all stunned.
His skills were extraordinary, but his attitude was amiable, neither servile nor overbearing, and he had a graceful demeanor. It had completely refreshed the inherent image of the Chinese in their hearts.
Admittedly, when he had first come to the United States, the heroic words that he had said were a little arrogant, but in retrospect, he was clearly low-key and humble!
If they had his ability and acting skills, they would probably want to move the Oscar to their own home!
After chatting with everyone for a while, Chen Guang found a table with Old James and sat down.
Along the way, he had heard many people complain about the problem of wanting to buy "World's Faction", including many directors and professors of film schools who wanted to buy "World's Faction Performing Arts" in bulk as teaching materials, but they could not buy it at all. They urged Chen Guang to change the current situation.
Chen Guang was also heartbroken. Ten million sets were placed in his house, and countless people were waving their US dollars, waiting to pay for them, but they could not buy them.
He was anxious.
"Sigh."
Chen Guang let out a long sigh.
Old James asked, "Mr. Chen, why are you sighing?"
Chen Guang changed the topic. "It's nothing. By the way, Mr. Watson, how many days until the Hollywood primaries?"
Old James thought that he was worried about the Oscar and comforted him. "There's still half a month, but don't worry, Mr. Chen. It'll be fine!"
Chen Guang asked again, "What about the award?"
Old James looked left and right like a thief, then whispered into Chen Guang's ear, "Mr. Chen, I'll tell you about this for now. Please don't tell anyone else."
"Okay, I'm listening."
"No problem!"
Chen Guang asked again, "Then … can we announce the news in advance?"
Based on past experience, the normal Oscar announcement would be in March. There were still more than two months left, and he was really anxious.
Old James shook his head like a rattle drum. "That won't do. There has never been such a precedent for the Oscars. And you know, although the jury has been criticized all these years, we really have a fair and open vote every time. Before the people from PricewaterhouseCoopers hand the envelope to the guest presenter, and the guest presenter opens the envelope in front of the global audience, even the current Fred, or the past me, will not know who will win. "
"Is that so? Sigh, then there's no other way. "
Chen Guang sighed again and stopped struggling. He knew that he was being a bit too much.
He had already done it, but he still had to wait for more than two months in vain. This made him very sad.
After waiting for more than two hours, this long-awaited and exceptionally grand ceremony was finally completed successfully under the watchful eyes of everyone.
After the ceremony, it was naturally a grand and grand reception. This was also a daily social event in Europe and the United States, but it was not broadcast to the public.
There was no doubt that Chen Guang was still the focus of the crowd. Today was a festival that belonged to him.
Chen Guang socialized with people with a heavy heart, but not many people could see that he was full of sadness.
Finally, around nine o 'clock in the evening, someone finally came from outside. This person's identity made his eyes light up.
Dwyane Brown, the director of the National Bureau of Publishing, came side by side with President Fred of the Motion Picture Association. Fred had just finished his work at the association and happened to have an appointment with Dwyane, his elementary school classmate, who had come to Los Angeles for business.
In China, the director of the National Bureau of Publishing was roughly equivalent to the level of a deputy minister in China. He was on the same level as Chen Guang before he resigned.
After Director Brown arrived, many people greeted him. After some simple greetings, he stood in front of Chen Guang, led by President Fred.
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