The box office success of the movie gave Qin Ze a big surprise. With such a huge return, of course he would be surprised. As for personal fame, he didn't think much of it because he wasn't in the entertainment industry.
His goal was to become a big shot in the entertainment industry.
His sister was also very happy. She even said that she would enter Hollywood in three years and become famous overseas.
Qin Ze picked up one of her legs and slapped it. His sister covered her butt and said, "You're hitting me again. Why?"
"I'm afraid you're getting arrogant," Qin Ze said.
Actually, for the celebrities in China, there was no need to consider entering the entertainment industry. It was a thankless job. Putting aside the sensitive topic of discrimination, to be able to do well in China in such a big market, one's hands were already numb from counting the money. If one could get a hundred million just by shooting a movie, why bother going to Hollywood? Hollywood couldn't afford such a high salary.
China was so good. There was no need for acting skills, scripts, or special effects. Just the face was enough.
If one could pick up money, who would want to earn it?
What a pain in the ass.
"One must have a dream. What if it comes true? What's the difference between you and a person without a dream?" His sister said disdainfully.
Qin Ze = Salted Fish?
Qin Ze was angry. He picked up her leg and slapped it again.
His sister was wearing a pair of white skinny jeans. Her butt was perfect and felt great when he slapped it.
After he was done with his sister, he received a call from Huang Yuteng's manager, Ah Bin.
"Hello, Ah Bin," Qin Ze said, and then slapped away his sister's teasing foot.
"Hi, hi … Miss Qin, congratulations on the movie's big sales …" Ah Bin smiled.
"Ah Bin, what's wrong? There's a weird sound on your side. Why are you panting?" Qin Ze was stunned.
"Nothing, nothing …" Ah Bin continued to pant. He seemed to be doing some strenuous exercise.
Qin Ze glanced at his sister.
Qin Bao Bao noticed that her brother's gaze was weird and creepy.
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up," Qin Ze said.
"Don't, I have something to do." A Bin continued to pant. "Our Yuteng is going to release an album. You know that, right?"
"Well, if you have something to say, say it quickly." The experienced Qin Ze already understood. He was very unhappy.
Why am I the one being called? Flips table!
"I just wanted to ask you if you've finished writing the song. I'm not rushing you. I know that you need inspiration and time to compose," Abin said.
Qin Ze thought to himself, Come on, you must be thinking now: Fast Gunner wants to renege on the debt, right? The whole of China knows how fast you are.
"Originally, there was no rush, but because of the company's arrangement, Yuteng had to release an album before the winter vacation, and then hold a concert at the end of the year. We're just waiting for the album to become famous and lead the concert. " A Bin's breathing got louder. "But among the singers who released their albums at the same time, there is a Heavenly King from Hong Kong."
Qin Ze understood.
"That's why I can only trouble you. Who in China does not know Miss Qin? You just need to promote the album, and it will be very effective."
"Actually, I have already written the lyrics and song. But I am too busy recently and forgot to inform you all. How about this? Tell me your company's address, and I will come over." Qin Ze said.
"That … That's too embarrassing." A Bin panted heavily. "I will text you later and discuss the details."
"Happy working with you." Qin Ze said. "Oh, although I am doing that while making calls, I hope you will not call me next time. If not, I will fall out with you. Comrade A Bin! "
"When did you start writing songs?" Qin Baobao kicked her brother with her white and tender feet.
"I just think about it before I sleep, and the song came out. I am not those artists who have difficulties in childbirth. "Qin Ze replied.
"You are indeed fast Gunner." His sister laughed.
"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been given this nickname. Baby Qin, you're a heartless maggot."
"Did Sister make you fast Gunner?" Qin Bao Bao sneered. "Sister only made you reveal your nature as a fast Gunner."
Qin Ze, who was speechless, grabbed his sister's bare feet and pulled her over. He flipped her over and raised his hands. Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
His sister screamed and moaned.
After slapping his sister again, Qin Ze felt refreshed. He put on his shoes and went out.
His sister was lying on the sofa with her arms resting on her head. She said sweetly, "Uncle, let's play again next time."
If Dad heard this, his sister would have to make a trip to Germany.
On the other side, A Bin heard Qin Ze's last sentence and was stunned. He did not understand the meaning behind Qin Ze's words. Why did he fall out with him? He was just jogging.
A Bin turned off the treadmill and went into the lounge to wash away his sweat. He changed into dry clothes and was ready to tell Huang Yuteng the good news.
It's really difficult to find a fast Gunner for a song. It's more tiring than collecting debts. You still want to talk to me about inspiration? The whole world knows how fast you are.
Huang Yuteng's studio is in the Huahai Film and Television building. It is an internal studio. After all, Huang Yuteng is not a film and television star. It is much more difficult for him to set up his own studio. The advantage of an internal studio is that it has a high degree of freedom and can enjoy the company's resources.
At this time, the two team leaders of the marketing department of Huahai Film and Television, the leader in charge of logistics of the studio, and Huang Yuteng, a total of four people, were sitting in the conference room for a meeting.
"Our album already has nine songs. We are short of the last one," a team leader said. "We just need a title song."
"In fact, the previous song is quite good. It can be used as the title song." Another team leader said.
They were arranged by the company to be in charge of Huang Yuteng's album.
The small leader in charge of logistics of the studio glanced at Huang Yuteng and smiled bitterly. "Brother Huang is not satisfied. Let's look again."
Huang Yuteng sat opposite them with a cigarette between his fingers.
He frowned and said, "Where's A Bin?"
The small logistics leader said, "I called him just now, but no one answered."
"Then let's not care about him." Huang Yuteng glanced at the two team leaders. "That song is okay. Usually, it's not a problem to be the title song. But that Heavenly King just released an album last week. If I release an album now, isn't it obvious that I'm being stepped on by him? It's not good for the concert at the end of the year. "
Everything, there is no harm if there is no comparison.
In the same issue of the album, the sales gap is too big, and the face of the star is not good. This is the same principle as the box office of a movie.
Just like concerts, it is rare for the same singer to hold a concert in the same city.
In terms of albums, if there is really a Heavenly King level big shot releasing an album, other singers will avoid it. It is a very common phenomenon in the industry.
"If you ask me, I'll avoid it and release the album in a while." Huang Yuteng said.
He looked for the two team leaders this time to discuss this matter.
The album was planned by the company. He himself is not willing to go head-to-head with the Heavenly King. Although he is also a big shot in the music industry, he is still a level lower than him.
"How are you going to delay the schedule? If you want to avoid the limelight, it will take at least a month. Then it will clash with your concert, "the team leader retorted.
"Then next year," Huang Yuteng said.
"Yuteng, stop fooling around. It's almost the end of the year, and everyone is eager to earn more money and do more promotions. You still want to wait until next year?" the other team leader said.
"Then change the song. It must be at least a good one," Huang Yuteng said.
"The company will help you look after it, but a good one is very rare. It's not easy to write it. No one is a fast shooter, right?"
The small logistics leader's eyes lit up. "Brother Huang, doesn't Qin Ze owe you a song?"
"There's no chance for him. He hasn't finished writing it for a long time." Huang Yuteng curled his lips.
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