Chapter 92
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After the entertainment party, more people returned to their senses and began to worry about whether Xie Yingdi's resources would plummet.
In the current entertainment industry, a celebrity's personal influence was very important.
A celebrity's popularity was even more important than the resources that a manager or agency could bring.
But that was only for the television industry, the advertising industry, and the variety industry.
The film industry looked at resources and connections.
Although Huan Yu was no longer as glorious as it used to be, it was still an old management company. They had seen many celebrities rise from their youth to their peak and witnessed many ups and downs in the entertainment industry.
They were experienced and knowledgeable, so naturally, their connections and resources were deep and complicated.
If they wanted to promote someone, no matter how famous the director was, they would give them some face.
But what if Xie Yifeng came out?
If he left this old tree, would he still be favored by those big directors?
Many fans were worried about this.
Yang Yu walked into the office in a hurry.
Behind him was Xu Feng, who had a completely different expression and was leisurely.
"Did you see the reaction online?" Yang Yu's expression was a little gloomy.
Zhou Yuhe took the coffee from Susu and took a sip. His expression was not good. "I saw it."
Sure enough, the temple was too small.
The outside world did not think that he could take care of Xie Yifeng.
Yang Yu looked at the other person involved.
"Yi Feng." The studio originally only had one artist, Zhou Yuhe, and one manager, Yang Yu. Now that Xie Yifeng and his manager had invested in the studio, he could be considered as Yang Yu's half artist. Naturally, they were more familiar with each other. "Now the outside world is staring at your next work. If the production team and quality can't be on the same level as your previous works, it will be very detrimental to our studio's reputation."
Xie Yifeng: "I know. Elder Xu and I have been having a headache over this matter."
Xu Feng smiled and nodded. Unlike the worried expressions of the three people, he seemed to be calm and composed no matter what happened. It was the studio's first emergency meeting, but he seemed like he was here for afternoon tea. People could not help but admire Elder Xu's temperament.
For Xie Yifeng, this was an awkward period where he was lacking in manpower.
Because he had been on the high road for the past three years.
Big directors, big male leads, awards, international film festivals, none of them were left out.
His style had gone up, but it was a little too high. There was a sense of indifference.
The number of shows that could be accepted and the roles that could be played became fewer and fewer along with these stereotypes. Their acting paths became narrower and narrower.
Xie Yifeng left Huan Yu.
In the first place, he wanted to remove all these burdens and labels from his body one by one and walk down from the altar.
If it was a literary film, with his status in the film industry, it would not be difficult for him to get a big director's film.
But wasn't this going back to the old path again?
If it was a commercial film.
It was also very risky.
Nowadays, investors especially favored some super IP. The awkward thing was that 80% of these super IP movies were bad movies. The fans of the original work and passersby would curse the director and actor until they spiraled to the sky.
If Xie Yifeng took on the IP movie, his altar would come down and his image would be closer to the people. But at the same time, once the box office failed, Xie Yifeng's divinity would be smashed to pieces.
Fans would also point at Zhou Yuhe's nose and curse.
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