Since there was no live broadcast, Fang Yang couldn't see the performance on stage and was completely clueless about the specific content of the show. So, he spent the rest of the time doing nothing but playing on his phone. Fortunately, the show progressed quickly, and he managed to finish the second song before lunch, so as not to miss his lunch with Zhou Xin.

After saying goodbye to Xiao Hu, Fang Yang had just stepped out of the CCTV building when he saw a sophisticated urban woman leaning against a small, exquisite car, smiling at him. He quickly ran over and said, "Why weren't you waiting in the car? It's so cold; look how red your nose is from the cold."

Zhou Xin reached out and straightened Fang Yang's clothes. "It's only been a few minutes. Besides, I'm wearing so many clothes. It's only been a few minutes. It's fine."

Fang Yang pushed Zhou Xin into the car. "Get in first, let's find a place to eat. We need to visit the old principal this afternoon. The New Year is coming soon, have you bought your clothes yet?"

Zhou Xin wrinkled her nose. "I bought them a long time ago. You've been resting for so long, and you often go shopping. Why don't you go shopping for clothes? I've already bought all your clothes. You don't have time to go shopping anyway, so I just bought them when I saw something suitable."

Fang Yang started the car and drove away quickly. Parking wasn't allowed here; if they didn't leave soon, the traffic police would probably come and issue a ticket. "What do you want for lunch?"

"In this cold weather, we went to eat hot pot. It should be almost past the peak period now, so we arrived just in time to get a seat."

Fang Yang checked the time and realized it was almost one o'clock, so he stepped on the gas pedal a little harder. Anyway, there weren't many cars on the street at this time. During the Spring Festival, driving on the streets of Beijing was like driving on a highway, with only one car every few minutes.

When we arrived at the Wangfujing Jingcheng Hot Pot restaurant, there were already a few customers left. That was great, we didn't have to wait in line. We just ordered the hot pot base and waited for the food to be served.

A dozen minutes later, the waiter pushed a cart full of side dishes up. Both of them were starving, and they immediately put the side dishes into the hot pot. "How was the rehearsal this morning? Why are you so late?"

While waiting for the food to cook, Zhou Xin couldn't help but ask Fang Yang, "You went in so early in the morning and didn't come out until after noon. Weren't you supposed to be the first one to go on stage?"

"The second song wasn't finished until after midnight. We were lucky today. If it had been scheduled for the afternoon, we probably wouldn't be out by now."

Fang Yang didn't participate in the previous rehearsals and didn't know how hard it was. For the previous few shows, he would arrive in the morning and not finish rehearsing until almost night. That was really hard work, and he didn't even know if he would be selected.

"You're lucky, aren't you? I heard there were rehearsals that went on until the evening. You've already reached the final scheduling stage, so you don't feel the tension of the selection process. But I doubt you would have come to participate in the selection process if it were you."

Fang Yang chuckled and, seeing that the side dishes were almost cooked, said, "Let's eat quickly. If it gets too late, the old principal might ask us to stay for dinner, so let's go early and come back early."

"Mmm," Zhou Xin smiled sweetly, "Let's come back here again tonight, maybe watch a movie. Hey, isn't the company's animated film about to be released soon?"

"It's scheduled to be released on the first day of the Lunar New Year, there are still a few days left."

"This should be better than Frozen, right? I heard from Zhao Liang that it's also suitable for adults, and the box office should be higher than Frozen."

Fang Yang chuckled and said, "It depends on how you look at it. The domestic box office will definitely be higher than 'Frozen,' but the international box office will be lower. After all, there are differences between domestic and foreign cultures. It's hard to say whether foreigners can understand the myths and legends in China. In my estimation, the international box office will not be very good."

Zhou Xin pouted, "So what? China's population is larger than an entire continent like Europe. So I think the fundamentals still depend on the domestic market. As long as the domestic box office goes up, the profits are guaranteed. Anyway, even if the overseas box office data is good, the profits we get are not much."

Fang Yang also expressed his helplessness, saying, "We can't get involved in international film distribution, nor do we have the connections, so the vast majority of the profits are taken by the distribution companies. That's why I'm opening up international channels for the film and television section of Yuewen Entertainment Media website. When our films are widely accepted internationally, we won't need to do much promotion. Cinemas from various countries will come to us begging for resources. In this way, we can bypass the distribution companies and distribute our films independently. Although we will still be subject to various restrictions, the situation will be much better."

Although resentful, Zhou Xin didn't say anything more. He had seen this kind of thing many times before, and in most cases it was mutual. The eldest brother didn't criticize the second brother; it was just a matter of mutual understanding.

After taking a sip of her drink, Zhou Xin suddenly remembered something. "I almost forgot, my grandfather wants to see you tomorrow."

Fang Yang paused, his previously natural expression turning slightly stiff. "Is this about meeting the parents?"

Zhou Xin pouted, "You're dreaming! Didn't I tell you to write a script? Have you finished it yet?"

Fang Yang felt a little relieved upon hearing this. "I wrote this down a long time ago. I printed a copy and put it in my suitcase. I can take it out anytime."

"It's just one movie, what if it doesn't pass the test?"

Fang Yang shrugged. "Well, there's nothing we can do about that. It's going to be very difficult to make this movie. We'll need to go to war-torn regions in Africa, and there might be some dangers involved. We'll need to find some special routes to complete the filming."

Zhou Xin, who was enjoying her vegetables, suddenly said, "We have to go to war-torn areas to film? Then we won't go. Safety should be our top priority. If we have to risk our lives while making a movie, it'll be hard to find good actors."

Fang Yang laughed and said, "That's why we need to find some mercenaries through special channels. We have to find trustworthy ones. Your grandfather and the others should be able to do this. The key is to get the project approved, which I'm afraid will be a bit difficult."

Zhou Xin shook her head. "Let's not worry about that. As long as the script is suitable, the rest will be taken care of. But since you mentioned the safety of your life, I still think you shouldn't direct. Let someone else do it. Safety is the most important thing."

Fang Yang shook his head. "If you want to make a good movie, you can't be afraid of everything. But safety is indeed very important. With our country's current international influence, as long as we hire a group of reliable mercenaries, it's not a big problem. It's just that this movie involves warships, so making it won't be an easy task."

Zhou Xin patted her ample chest. "Is that what you're worried about? It's not a big problem, it's easy to solve. You can talk to my grandfather about the details tomorrow. What I'm most worried about is your safety, that's the important thing."

Fang Yang didn't expect that what he considered the most difficult problem was actually the easiest in Zhou Xin's eyes, which was a bit awkward. Sure enough, people's priorities are vastly different depending on their perspective.