Chapter 3 Lack of funds? NO!
Chapter 3 Lack of funds? NO!
"I accept this condition!"
Faced with the pressure brought by Huang Lei as a teacher, Wang Hao did not retreat or get afraid like ordinary students.
As a reborn person chosen from among billions, possessing the memories of the next ten years, if he did not even have this little courage, he would not have thought of continuing to make movies using his identity as a Beijing Film Academy student after waking up.
After all, with the capital of his middle-class family in BJ, there's nothing wrong with doing something.
You can easily gain financial freedom by investing in stocks, buying houses, betting on football and buying coins. So why do you have to get into the entertainment industry and endure such hardships?
It was precisely because of his love for movies in his previous life and his sadness over the Chinese film industry going astray that he decided to make a movie after integrating the memories of the original owner.
Moreover, he not only wants to make movies, but also science fiction movies and science fiction series, to promote and build China's own film industry system. Only in this way will he not waste this adventure given to him by God.
As for those sisters and the like, Wang Hao is not a person with vulgar tastes.
"it is good!"
Huang Lei also saw the determination in Wang Hao's eyes. That look full of faith and fighting spirit made him feel as if he saw himself who had just stepped out of the school gate and was full of yearning for the future.
"Then I'll wait for your news. I'll reserve time for you during this period, but please don't keep me waiting for too long."
"No, Boss Huang, I will go back and get the project plan ready and send it to your house when the time comes."
"Go away, stop talking nonsense."
Huang Lei waved his hand and immediately kicked him out of the office.
Wang Hao left the office and stood in the corridor, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Today I successfully passed the first hurdle after my rebirth.
He walked briskly on the campus, greeting teachers and classmates he knew along the way, but did not return to the dormitory to work on any project plans. Instead, he took the script, walked out of the west gate of the school, turned left, and strolled slowly.
Now that the script has been finalized and the actors have been negotiated, the next thing he should consider as a director is where to get the funds to complete the film production.
Although Wang Hao had consciously controlled the production costs when writing the script, it is now 2005 and prices and labor costs have not risen sharply, but a standard feature film like this would cost two or three hundred thousand yuan.
If any problems arise during the filming process that delays the filming progress, I'm afraid the production cost will continue to increase.
Fortunately, as the saying goes, "There is fragrant grass within seven steps."
The key to solving the funding problem is to be found around the Shangjing Film Academy.
Wang Hao turned left and walked about 300 meters. The temperature in Beijing in April was not high, but Wang Hao quickened his pace and still had a thin layer of sweat on his head.
Fortunately, we have arrived at our destination - No. 2 Xitucheng Road!
Wang Hao swaggered into the office building in the courtyard and greeted the receptionist in a very familiar manner.
"Sister Luo, I'm busy."
It was almost time to get off work, and Sister Luo was flipping through an entertainment magazine with great interest. Upon hearing what he said, she looked up at him and said, "You're here to see Director Lu again? He should still be in his office. Go up on your own."
Sister Luo spoke casually, and Wang Hao naturally didn't hesitate to be polite. He nodded with a smile, then went up to the second floor and came to the director's office with the sign "Movie Channel TV Film Department".
That’s right, the funds for Wang Hao to make movies still have to rely on this “Sixth Princess”.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"
"Please come in!"
Wang Hao pushed open the door, and a room with delicate and elegant decoration and full of book fragrance appeared in front of him. Behind the desk by the window in the room, a slightly fat middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing black-framed glasses, with a gentle and easy-going temperament, happened to look up and saw him.
"Come on, sit down, what's the matter this time?"
The middle-aged man, or Director Lu, lowered his head again and focused his attention on the documents in front of him after discovering that the person coming was Wang Hao.
But the next second, Wang Hao's words forced him to raise his head again.
"Uncle, I want to make a movie."
The call of "Uncle" was extremely natural and affectionate. It seemed that because the memories were perfectly integrated, Wang Hao also inherited some habits of his predecessor and almost blurted it out.
But his uncle obviously didn't think so.
"what?"
Lu Guotao looked at his nephew sitting on the sofa with surprise. Even though he had always known that this kid was not very reliable, he couldn't help rubbing his temples with a headache.
"You want to make a movie, why come to my place?"
Wang Hao did not explain much, took out the script he had prepared in advance, and handed it over with both hands.
"The school requires senior students to do their graduation project and shoot a film on their own. This is the script I wrote. Please take a look at it."
"You wrote the script yourself?" Lu Guotao looked at his nephew suspiciously, "You have this ability? Are you sure you didn't buy it?"
Although he said this, Lu Guotao did not refuse. He took the script and read it carefully.
As for Wang Hao, he skillfully found some good tea from the bookshelf, made himself a cup, and then sat on the sofa, carefully observing his uncle Lu Guotao while drinking the tea.
It was as if he was the owner of this office.
Lu Guotao had long been accustomed to his nephew's impolite behavior.
Because his workplace and residence are right next to the Beijing Film Academy, Wang Hao has come to his place every now and then to ask for money since he was admitted to the university.
The living expenses saved in this way can naturally be used to go out and have fun with his friends more often.
After integrating the memories of his previous life, Wang Hao understood these things clearly.
So even someone as close as Lu Guotao did not realize that his nephew had actually already had a new soul.
Just like that, the office fell into a quiet atmosphere, and the fresh aroma of tea lingered throughout the room.
It was not until 20 minutes later that Lu Guotao closed the script and said to Wang Hao:
"I now believe that you wrote this script. Otherwise, no one would be willing to sell such a good script to you, and you don't have the money to buy it."
Wang Hao felt relieved when he saw this situation. He knew that this matter had a way out, so he immediately struck while the iron was hot:
"Right, this script is quite promising. I have almost found the actors and crew for the film. Now all I need is some money for filming. So I thought of you, uncle, and are ready to cooperate with our film channel."
"Cooperation? What kind of cooperation method?"
When it comes to work matters, Lu Guotao's expression becomes a little serious even though the person in front of him is his beloved nephew.
"Of course we're going to collaborate on a TV movie. I remember your TV and movie department has a lot of money for film purchases every year, uncle?"
Wang Hao looked at Lu Guotao with a smile and very servilely helped him add water to the teacup in front of him.
(End of this chapter)