Chapter 42 Stamp 1
Chapter 42 The First Stamp
When the meal was almost over, everyone started running around with wine glasses in hand. Dinner parties in China are similar to parties abroad in that they both have social attributes.
Teacher Fu's face was flushed from drinking. He wandered around the tables, giving out and receiving quite a few business cards. It was obvious that he was very familiar with such occasions. That was right, otherwise where would he have got those connections that he introduced to Zhang Chen.
Xiao Jin drank quite a bit as well. He was very excited today, and his eyes were shining.
There are few domestic films that use special effects makeup. He has a lot of skills but nowhere to display them. He can only do the work of an ordinary makeup artist every day. "Dark Invasion" finally gave him a chance to use his skills.
Zhang Chen ran to the crew's table. Che Xiao, Zeng Li, Ning Hao and others were there, chatting about gossip. Cao Bingkun clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, be quiet. Our great director Zhang is here. He has something to say."
Zhang Chen bowed and said, "Brothers, I said before that if the box office is a big hit, I will definitely give everyone a big red envelope. Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise. Lao Cao, take it out."
Hearing Zhang Chen's words, Cao Bingkun picked up a bag at his feet like a robber and threw it on the table with a bang.
If this were a Hong Kong entertainment novel, the next scene would probably be the big circle of people gathering together and distributing weapons from their bags, but unfortunately this is not it.
From the sound, one could tell the package was heavy, and everyone had a vague idea of what was inside.
Zhang Chen did not keep the secret and unzipped the bag to reveal the contents, which were large envelopes packed with stuff.
There was a name on the envelope. Zhang Chen picked it up and began to read: "Xiao Jin, yours~"
"Ning Hao~"
"Zeng Li~"
"Che Xiao~"
Red envelopes were distributed one by one, to everyone in the crew, both on and off the stage.
"Director Zhang is awesome~"
Voices of thanks came one after another, and everyone's faces were filled with joy. There was no need to open the box to look, just by pinching the thickness you could tell that it was worth at least ten thousand yuan.
These people were actually his senior brothers and sisters. They had helped him make the movie in exchange for a friendly price. Now that "Dark Invasion" is doing well at the box office, Zhang Chen certainly cannot treat them unfairly.
"Zhang Chen, what are you doing?"
Teacher Fu toasted everyone and just came back to see Zhang Chen dividing the gold with a large scale.
"Teacher Fu, this is your share~"
Zhang Chen immediately handed over the red envelope with Teacher Fu's name on it. It was obviously much thicker than others, and even bigger in size.
"What...what is this for?"
Anyone could tell at a glance that there was money in it, and quite a lot of it. Teacher Fu was a little confused by this scene, but Zhang Chen didn't care about anything else and stuffed the money into his hands.
"Teacher, I promised everyone that if the box office is a big hit, I will give you a big red envelope as a thank you. This one is for you."
Teacher Fu tried to refuse, but Zhang Chen refused and forced the gift into his arms.
"Teacher, please accept it. You have made a great contribution to the success of Dark Invasion. You helped me to organize the crew, negotiate the location, and even helped me to file the script and get the dragon mark. If you hadn't insisted, I would have written your name as the producer.
It can be said that without you, there would be no film. Now that the film is a success, please give me a chance to express my gratitude. "
……
End of celebration banquet
Downstairs, Zhang Chen waved to the people who were leaving, and after seeing them off, he turned back:
"Haozi, Lao Cao, I'm leaving Teacher Fu in your hands. Please make sure you get her home safely."
Maybe because he was too happy today, Teacher Fu drank a little too much. He kept holding his hand and said he was very relieved. When it was time to leave, he was still trying to be strong. Zhang Chen was worried about him going back alone, so he asked his good brother to take care of him.
The main reason was that he himself drank too much.
"Do not worry."
Watching the taxi's taillights disappear, Zhang Chen stumbled in another direction.
"Zhang Chen, how are you? How about we give you a ride?"
On the roadside, Mr. Li's motorcade slowed down, the windows of the Rolls-Royce were lowered, and Che Xiao spoke from inside.
"No, I'm fine. I'll be fine after a walk. You guys go ahead and don't worry about me~"
Zhang Chen waved his hand to indicate that everything was fine. The car window waited for a few seconds and then rose again. Finally, the convoy left.
Zhang Chen continued walking on the sidewalk. He drank a lot tonight. After all, there were so many big guys around and it was a rare opportunity.
Even if he is a reborn person, if he wants to survive in this industry, he cannot do without the support of theaters.
Even if you are a genius and can make a masterpiece like "Avatar", if the theaters don't support you, the box office will fail.
Feng Xiaogang was promoted by the New Film Association, which gave Feng Xiaogang strong support. When Feng's new movie was released, nearly half of the box office on the first day came from Beijing.
Of course, Feng himself was also very competitive, and replaced by the little poetry reciting master, um, the same result.
"The Promise" sold very poorly all over the world, except in mainland China where the box office was good. Why? Isn't it produced by China Film Group?
The cinema is your mother.
Zhang Chen drank a lot today, and the alcohol started to get to him, making his vision a little blurry.
To be honest, I just can't drink enough. A hero's son is like a hero. Alcohol tolerance has a lot to do with genetics. His father can't even drink a pound of alcohol, so no matter how hard he tries, his achievements will be limited.
Zhang Chen wanted to walk more and sweat a little, which should help metabolize some of the alcohol.
Just a gust of wind blew, and the effect of the alcohol suddenly took effect. Double images appeared in front of his eyes. Zhang Chen staggered and finally managed to grab something to steady his body. It seemed that someone was supporting him.
"Hey, how are you? Are you still standing?" A familiar voice came into his ear, but Zhang Chen's mind was no longer working and he couldn't remember who it was.
He tried to see who was coming, but his head felt heavy as if it was filled with lead.
Zhang Chen tried hard to open his eyes, but his consciousness became increasingly blurred. Before losing consciousness, he seemed to see a familiar pair of long legs.
……
The next morning, Zhang Chen woke up when it was still dark.
I’m thirsty. This is what happens every time I drink too much. My mouth is so dry.
He opened his eyes and was about to get up to find some water to drink, but he felt something pressing on him. He looked up and saw Zeng Li's sleeping face.
Um? What's going on?
What happened last night? Why did I lose my memory?
Zeng Li probably sensed something, she slowly opened her eyes, and then saw Zhang Chen who was stunned. Her face immediately turned red, like a ripe peach.
Zhang Chen recalled the Journey to the West he had read as a child. After Monkey King froze the Seven Fairies, he ran off to pick peaches.
When Zhang Chen grew up, he often sighed that beasts are beasts. After freezing a person, they actually ran to pick peaches. If he were Monkey King, he would definitely not do that. He would just eat all those big white peaches.
(End of this chapter)