Chapter 91
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It had only been a month since the studio had started operations. Ji Yuan was very efficient.
Just when everyone was doubting whether Zhou Yuhe's influence would decrease after this incident, in the blink of an eye, he was offered the role of the second male lead in a big production commercial film, "Bountiful Years."
Although it was only the second male lead, the production team of this film was quite dazzling.
The male lead was Mo Fan, a senior in the entertainment industry who had won two Golden Dragon Awards for Best Actor. The female lead was Wu Xuanlian, one of the "Top Five Female Stars," who was now in the international film industry. Even the supporting roles were often seen on the big screen. To be able to play the second male lead in such a production was something that many young actors could not imagine.
For a moment, all the doubtful voices disappeared.
At a high-class terrace restaurant.
"Hungarian cheese, foie gras steak, Shaforo chicken, black truffle puff soup …" Ji Yuan was wearing a custom-tailored suit. His tall and sturdy figure was wrapped in a custom-tailored suit. There was a dignified look in his eyes that could not be erased. It was daunting.
The waitress carefully took the menu from his hand and handed it to Zhou Yuhe, who was sitting opposite Ji Yuan. The smile on her face could not help but become brighter.
"I don't need to look at it. I'll have a vegetable salad with oil and vinegar, thank you." Zhou Yuhe waved his hand. His elegant temperament did not lose out even though he was sitting opposite Ji Yuan.
"As expected of someone who wants to act. You have strict requirements for your body, Xiao Zhou." Ji Yuan smiled calmly.
"It's all thanks to CEO Ji," Zhou Yuhe said politely. "If it weren't for you pulling strings for me, I might not have had the opportunity to audition for 'Bountiful Years.'"
Seeing that he was so humble, Ji Yuan's mood couldn't help but float. In the film industry, resources and connections were the most important thing.
"I'm just suppressing my disappointing nephew a little."
Zhou Yuhe smiled tacitly and did not reply.
It was said that a businessman's meal could not be eaten casually. This time, Ji Yuan was so kind as to invite Zhou Yuhe over for a meal. In the end, it was because of the studio.
Although they had already discussed that Zhou Yuhe's studio would be separated, and then they would maintain a beneficial relationship in the form of a VAM agreement.
However, he definitely couldn't say that to outsiders.
He had just left an old boss, and in the blink of an eye, he left a new boss and opened his own studio.
This kind of experience, no matter which artist it was, would not look good on them.
Therefore, in order to take into account the reputation of both parties, Zhou Yuhe's studio was still under the name of Ji Yuan, although its income and resources were completely independent.
After eating and drinking, Ji Yuan took out a contract from a folder and handed it to Zhou Yuhe.
"This is the details of the VAM agreement between our company and Yang Yu after many discussions. Take a look." Ji Yuan revealed an enigmatic smile.
Zhou Yuhe flipped open the contract.
It was written in the contract that Ji Yuan's new company would invest 100 million yuan in Zhou Yuhe's studio. Zhou Yuhe's studio promised to achieve a net profit of 150 million yuan within the next three years. Otherwise, Zhou Yuhe would have to pay out of his own pocket.
Zhou Yuhe did not say anything. His gaze was fixed on the figure of 150 million yuan.
Seeing this, Ji Yuan's deep eyes flashed. He cut his cigar and flattered, "150 million yuan is not a lot. You're so popular now, so young, and even know how to act. Your future is limitless, Little Zhou."
The VAM agreement was so tempting.
Artists who could open their own studios were all somewhat famous and capable. They were ambitious people who were unwilling to work for others to earn money.
In the face of such a large investment, how many people would optimistically estimate that they would have no problems?
An investment of 100 million yuan and a return of 150 million yuan.
It did not sound like an exaggeration, but 150 million yuan was the net profit after taxes. If you wanted to invest in a movie, after deducting the production costs, the director and actors' salaries, the distributor's publicity fees, and the theater's share of the profits … even if the movie grossed several hundred million yuan at the box office, there would not be much left in the hands of the producer.
And this was something that an artist who had just started out would not be able to imagine.
Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhou Yuhe's expression with the help of the smoke.
It was an extremely young face.
He had not experienced the baptism of business. Although his expression was serious and calm, his eyes revealed excitement, apprehension, unease, desire, and a hint of ambition.
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