Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Lu Chuan pushed the script to them. The first few sentences of the synopsis made Qin Guan realize that they were worried that he wouldn't agree to take the role.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Due to the demand for Tibetan antelope fur in the European and American markets, less than 10,000 have been killed by poachers in China.
It's the fault of the international fashion circle.
Qin Guan put down the script and smiled. "If the schedule is good and the pay is reasonable, why wouldn't I accept?"
"You know, I've always wanted to make a film for the sixth generation of directors."
"Really? Will it affect your position in the fashion circle? "
"No, it won't." Qin Guan raised his eyebrows. "If you knew what I said at the Milan Fashion Week, you wouldn't have worried about it."
Lu Chuan, who was relieved, pushed the script forward with his fair hands. "Here, take it. We've already prepared the equipment and the locals. We're just waiting for your notice. We can set off at any time."
Qin Guan nodded. Sister Xue put the script away and turned to the Wang brothers.
Before the two of them could say anything, Feng Xiaogang crossed his legs and undermined his own investment company.
"I know why they are here. If you agree to be a guest star in my film, I'll tell you right away!"
The big brother was waiting for them.
However, Feng Dapao lived up to his attribute of being able to fire all over the map. His next sentence immediately exposed the intentions of the entire team.
"Don't you know? They are the brothers. " Feng Xiaogang grinned at the Wang brothers. "I contacted Columbia Pictures. The Wang family said that in order to reduce the investment risk, all the films will be joint ventures."
"Actually, it's just a scam. We can also sell our films overseas."
Qin Guan and Sister Xue nodded. That was understandable. In the film industry, even the most promising films could lose all their money. They had to share the risk.
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Ha! It's all because of your influence! "
"The investment company was hesitant when they heard it was an indie film. However, when they heard that you would be the lead actor, they decided to invest half of the film. They are also in charge of the overseas distribution."
That was the reason...
"That's not a big deal. The brothers patted their chests and said that you had several films to shoot at Huayi."
"Wow, Qin Guan has a high yield as soon as he returns to China. I have to support him, no matter what. They said that they would shoot more or less for you. "
"So, you are now the God of Fortune. As a senior director who has broken away from vulgar interests, I naturally have to take the lead and explore the way for my new film, right?"
"Besides, the two of us haven't worked together before, right? No matter what, we have to test the waters first."
"If it works, the box office of my Feng Corporation's movie isn't just for show. Otherwise, if I have an international Best Actor in my movie, I can also be proud of myself, right?"
It was said that people who shot commercial films were all very smart. They wouldn't suffer any losses at all.
Sister Xue and Qin Guan exchanged a glance. The Huayi brothers didn't need to say anything. Everyone knew what was going on.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Qin Guan pushed a stack of scripts over. He was definitely not going to be the lead actor. If it was just a cameo, no one would complain about the money.
The boss of Huayi felt relieved when he saw Qin Guan nod. He turned around and gloated at Zhang Weining and Zhang Yimou.
Guess what?
Qin Guan had already agreed to Lu Chuan's film, so he wouldn't join the crew of "Ambush from Ten Sides".
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Although Feng Xiaogang and Lu Chuan were masters of different genres, they didn't think Zhang Yimou's new film was promising.
The plot was weak, and it was hard to say whether it was a classic film or a commercial one. There was nothing special about the film, except for Zhang Ziyi, who was also a famous actress.
In terms of the phenomenon of people of the same profession looking down on each other, these two were still relatively objective.
When the negotiation was over, Qin Guan got out of the park and returned to the city in his minivan.
There was a grand gathering of people waiting for him at the Prince's Palace, which was west of Chaoyang Park.
Cong Nianwei was the first to book a room at the Prince's Mansion's main hall. She called the twenty to thirty people who had come to pick her up from the airport to the Prince's Mansion's dining hall.
The sales manager who was in charge that day was overjoyed.
This was the kind of party meal that didn't take up much time or labor. It was the best kind of party meal that didn't take up much time and labor. It was more profitable and less troublesome. Naturally, their restaurant agreed readily and provided proper service.
By the time Qin Guan got out of the car, the garden pavilion, which was half a mile away from the main road, was brightly lit with professional lights from the baseball field.
It was for the safety of the guests. In 2003, the East Fourth Ring Road had not been as crowded as it was now.
Besides, it was close to the park, so there were few pedestrians.
The Regional King's Mansion had put in a lot of effort in order to guide the guests who had a meal in the dark garden.
"Sister Xue? Shall we go together? "
"You young people have your own topics to talk about. I won't join in the fun."
The car turned around without hesitation. Qin Guan strolled to the front gate of the Prince's Palace with his hands in his pockets and a huge canvas bag on his back.
Meanwhile, Cong Nianwei had started serving the dishes. The party was about to start in a lively atmosphere.
Today, under the repeated instructions of the manager, the chef of the kitchen, together with a group of young apprentices behind him, began his personal demonstration of cooking.
This was because the group of customers who ordered dishes today were all people who knew how to eat. In the Regional Prince's Mansion, which took care of all four major cuisines, they chose five tables of imperial dishes, which were the most exquisite ones.
The color, fragrance, and taste of the dishes matched each other perfectly. The chef, who was proficient in both northern and southern cuisines, knew that the guests were good eaters.
Like a musician, it was hard to find a good friend. As a chef, the greatest pleasure was to meet a good eater.
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